The Homeland’s Forgotten People

“The Homeland’s Forgotten People”

          A Nation within a Nation, We are considered lost,

But easily found are We, and a little pride would be all its cost,

          America the Proud and the Beautiful, they want you to see,

But much is a different story found upon its History,

          They tell you of the Glory; from Sea to Shining Sea,

But America founded on Death; it swims in Past Misery,

          A Land claimed to be founded by Those that are not from Us,

America the Land Survived plenty, but none were named Columbus,

          Some say we should be revered but we ask only Peace,

But Slandered throughout history, and given small land to Lease,

          America says Respect Others, but to Us they give not a Damn,

Even to its Capital Washington, We are but a Redskin Man,

          They chose to tell Us laws and manners They do not Respect,

And They hope They can leave Us behind, because all Others seem to Forget,

          This is true to an extent, but Most have just chosen to Neglect,

They say a Simple Trail of Tears is all it was in Retrospect,

          But Generations of Pain will not be eased with a Neglectful Smile,

Especially when Its Capital chants its Slur, the name that is so Vile,

          And all Our complaints are met with a False Truth of Lie’s Denial,

They say They want to end Racism, but in Fact It’s Their Capital’s Style,

          They say there was a Dream, but clearly We have been Left Out,

And Ignored are Our Complaints, no matter how We Shout,

          We, My Native People, stand Firm in all Doubt,

Is this Truly What America will have Us tell Our Kids, THIS IS ALL AMERICA IS ABOUT?

 

By: Carlos ‘Los’ Lightsey

Free verse

Trapped in a mind of sin,

Got me asking how Lord can I win,

How can I get past me,

And look for the way you want me to be,

I just don’t understand how,

And at times I swear it’s got me down,

But you tell me lift that head up,

Because you got me; you never get fed up,

But the devil out here trying to get me with the set-up,

And he just waiting like a voice box; cause you know I’m going to hiccup,

But you are there to help me hold my breath,

You tell me; you got me in the life after death,

But these burdens I swear they way down on my chest,

I need more strength to study this so I can pass the test,

I want that grade; I need that A,

I need your help; I need your Grace,

So here I am; Here I pray,

Hoping here in my heart; you will stay,

So forgive me for my past transgressions,

I know this seems like an obsession,

Or maybe it seems like just another session,

But in truth this is my faults my confession,

I am weak without you,

I will break without you,

My future is bleak without you,

I can’t get on that winning streak without you,

So here I am on the platform,

And this voice box is getting a little warm,

I’m ready to try and scream your name,

I don’t seek riches, glory in life, or even fame,

All I want is the truth of your words,

Anything else seems to much, too absurd,

So in a since I digress,

This is my passion of Christ address,

So take me below that water and let your blood run through my veins,

Because I want the best, I am tired of the same.

 

ST. Judes We Need Your Help

Cancers of Stress

It was settling, calming, coming to a stand still,

Life was getting easy, should have known too surreal,

Thunder came, and down came a shudder and rain,

A chill ran down the spine, and the world brought on the pain,

A family broken by drugs and a conqueror of greed,

A busted love, A busted heart, one defeated sent to knees,

Screaming in vain, filled with blame, praying for a better change,

Going insane, feeling drained, wasted youth oh what a shame,

How can the progress in this house made of stone,

Burdens of family stressed, how can they move this along,

Without courage and strength, are they destined to fail,

Surrounded by screams and chants of words like “go to hell”,

Outside hope, they see as their only way to prevail,

But the only contact anymore is via text, call, and voice-mail,

Because stranded in a search for a better life, is their hope,

All wishing it would come faster but life just says nope,

But their hope, as fast as he can, continues,

Till the day he’s able to come back to the rescue,

So they can move on to the best of life’s happiness,

But until then this family suffers in life’s cancers of stress.

 

By: Carlos Lightsey

Homeless Boy Steals The Talent Show

This is for those people who make up excuses of why they can’t do something. Triumph comes after saying I can instead of I can’t. Champions are not the best but the ones that are willing to push harder and push further to get what they want to achieve in life. Let failure be the only thing you can’t live with.

A man who won’t die for something is not fit to live.
Martin Luther King, Jr

A Picture Maybe Misperceived

let me give you a picture of my life,

it’ll give you a little insight to what it’s like,

it’ll give you just enough so you may be able to understand,

the trails and tribulations of just one man,

how will you perceive it: joy or pain,

a life in tact or a life in vain,

will you perceive it as right or a need to change,

a life out of control or one that is well-maintained,

am i running through life or am i guided by a cane,

have i lost my mind or am i completely sane,

will you lay me on the counter or will i be framed,

will your last thought of me be good or followed by the words “what a shame”,

which of these thoughts will travel through your mind,

from this picture of me frozen in time,

so just remember to never judge a book by it’s cover; no matter what you think you see,

because what you saw may very well have been misperceived.

 

I’m Tired

I'm tired of seein death,

I’m tired of seein little kids shot because they got no vest,

so they get hit by a stray bullet right in the chest,

or they take one right in the head,

either way they whind up dead,

and all we have to say is three words that begin with rest,

I’m tired of these kids dying from these drugs like meth,

I’m tired of lookin at life and say what’s next,

and then sittin around and sayin what’s left,

I’m tired takin life slow like it’s a game of chess,

well knight to king it’s time to put some of these things to rest,

cuz while things are like this they can never be a pursuit for happiness,

 

I’m tired of livin life in a small town,

I’m tired of feelin like the whole world’s trying to hold me down,

I’m tired feeling like a prisoner; always bound,

I’m tired of all my hope’s and dreams being rained on until they all drown,

I’m tired of never wearing a smile but always wearing a frown,

I’m tired of never feeling up cuz I’m always feeling down,

I’m tired of trying to hide and always being found,

I’m tired of looking for a verb and only finding a noun,

I’m tired of running to only be run down,

I’m tired of worrying about my ending sound,

the sound that’ll put me in the ground,

I’m tired of feeling like i shouldn’t express my feelings out loud,

I’m tired of looking for a thought and only findin a cloud,

 

I’m tired of kids steady joinin these gangs,

and in return they get lead into all sorts of thangs,

they just keep treatin life like it’s some kind of game,

and when they get busted they start lookin for someone to blame,

well if you lookin for someone to blame you only have to do one thang,

look at your birth certificate and find your name,

cuz you make your own path and only you’re the blame,

I’m tired of people not tryin to change,

this racist stuff is out; times ain’t the same,

judgin me by my color is like judgin me by my name,

the fact is is this damn stuff is insane,

so if you don’t know me don’t judge me that’s all i got to say,

so i guess I’ll go through life just waitin for a change,

just lookin for those better days,

so understand what I’m sayin help me change the game.

What Is Music?

music is sounds that soothe the soul,
it doesn’t matter whether you’re young or old,
or whether you are a woman or a man,
it’s something we turn to when no one else seems to understand,
we turn to it when we’re happy or sad,
or even if we’re angry or mad,
we turn to it when we feel hurt or full of pain,
when things change or if they stay the same,
when we feel lost and can’t find our way,
or even when we just need something to help calm our spirit when we pray,
it’s actually funny how music seems to make things go away,
and how it soothes the soul, so we can make it through another day,
it is something that we all truely cherish,
so much that it is even played for us after we perish,
this is to ease the pain of the loved-ones we’ve left behind,
and to give them a song to remember us by,
and maybe, just maybe someday soon,
You’ll hear a sound ,a song, or just a little tune,
that will send you away someday , but hopefully not too soon,
and leave behind a memory for those you love who love you too.

Brotherly Tears

As my memories fade back I can still see,

The brother I lost who never left me,

I still remember the day you had to go,

My brother gone, no more will i get to know,

I remember your smile and your dark green eyes,

I remember so much that often it makes me cry,

I remember when you used to babysit my cousin and me,

I remember the times we used to just chill under a tree,

I remember how you were always so nice,

Why should such a gentle soul have such a short life,

To die before you are sixteen; when you have such a sweet soul,

It just don’t seem right; you should’ve lived to be old,

But that’s all to late now, cuz you’re already gone,

But in a way you are still here,

So though at time i will feel alone,

I will always remember you are still with me every time i shed my brotherly tears.