ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I have been writing since I was nine years old...this is the first time anyone has read my work....all feedback is appreciated. [April 2006]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (21) A Woman (Poetry) About a woman, (this woman) and how love affects her.... [259 words] [Romance] Damn! I Fell.... (Poetry) I fell....in Love. [322 words] First Meeting (Short Stories) Erotic tale of a man and woman who met online, and are meeting face to face for the first time. [2,501 words] [Erotic] For Now.... (Poetry) For now...things are as they should be.... [175 words] I Sit And I Write (Poetry) A reason as to why its hard for me to share. [143 words] I'm Truly Tired.... (Poetry) I'm truly truly tired...and I want to give in....but cant... [150 words] Just Thoughts..... (Poetry) Just thoughts running through my mind.....at a crazy point in my life..... [191 words] [Romance] La Otra Mujer (Poetry) The Other Woman [206 words] Lost....Again.... (Poetry) Ever found yourself lost...time and time again? [137 words] [Mind] Love....My Love (Poetry) My idea of love. [126 words] [Relationships] My Child, My Son, My Little Boy (Poetry) Funny thing is... I don't even have a son... lol... but I feel the pain none-the-less. [516 words] New School Kinda Love (Poetry) Just my thoughts and views on Love in today's world. [287 words] Not Ready... (Poetry) This is a spoken word piece...totally puttin myself out there.... [397 words] Old School Kinda Love (Poetry) This is the kinda love i'm looking for...it's a spoken word piece...so u might not be able to catch the flow...but here it is nonetheless... [370 words] [Romance] The Complexity Of Simplicity (Poetry) How hard can the simple things be? [147 words] Time...Is All I Have (Poetry) What can heal a broken heart? only time.... [169 words] [Relationships] Until Then...... (Poetry) - [102 words] [Relationships] What Could Never Be (Poetry) What should not have happened, did, if only for a brief moment..... [144 words] [Relationships] What I Want (Poetry) Everyone wants alot of things in life....these are a few of the things that I want. [189 words] Why? The Question Of My Life..... (Poetry) Just asking a question and hopefully finding the answer within. [311 words] [Mind] You'll Never Know That (Poetry) Some things are just not ment for others to know. [118 words] [Relationships]
One Step Closer Charity B Baez
Pain
Is inevitable
Suffering
Is unavoidable
Struggling in the ghetto
Brings much heartache to individuals
Many have given up and given in to the evil dark ways that suffocate the inner city streets.
Many have succumb to the wayward ways of drugs, tricking, and homelessness.
Selling their ass on the streets to get that next fix.
Many will never make it out, never survive, never realize their full potential.
Because the few that have tried
The few that felt that they can
The few that have attempted to climb out of the gutter and make a better life for themselves
Have crashed and burned
Been stepped on and squished
Chewed up and spat out
Who really survives the hood?
I heard Keisha’s cousin Sandra had a boyrfriend who had an aunt who’s ex-husbands girlfriends sister;
made it out the hood
Living large in a big house, with a fly whip…
But have you ever seen anyone with your own two eyes survive?
Seen someone put forth the fight, without the aide of a mic
With an education under their belt, and a clear path ahead
Make it out of the streets….
No
Its just a fantasy, fairytale, a fallacy fed to us by our immigrant parents who want us to do better with our lives then sit at the corner on a milk crate with a 40 of St. Ides making fun of 5-0 in their monkey suits driving by…..
Some say that the MAN is holding us down
That the MAN is keeping us at bay
Giving us just enough to survive
But not enough to overcome.
Yeah
I can agree with them to an extent
But the only MAN that is holding you back
Is you.
The MAN can feed you lies, fairytales and happily ever afters
And hold them all just out of your reach
But only you can jump that extra inch, grab hold of your goals and soar above and beyond the outer limits of our urban streets.
Only you can peel away the band-aids they call welfare,
A stepping stone my ass
That shit was created to keep us dependant on mother fuckers that don’t give a damn whether we live or breathe, but just want to keep us in a controlled environment to breed amongst each other, kill ourselves off and not infect what they protect, their beautiful, rich, little rural communities.
The MAN has designed and created a master piece
A living breathing roach motel called the Ghetto.
They fill our street corners with drugs, guns, and violence.
They make it easy for us to live, eat, and strut our shit down fashion boulevard in 700 dollar Prada shoes, 300 dollar Gucci Shades, pushing chromed out whips, while buying food at the chino’s with our fucking EBT cards.
They know that we have such a low self esteem that we don’t see ourselves destined for anything better.
So they keep pushing the product
And we keep buying like fools
But we can change that
We can be THAT man to stand up and tell THE man that we ain’t taking his narrow minded, no faith having, wanna hold a brotha down cause they too scared of what the world would be like if our once hoodlum asses decided to grown up, gain some responsibilities, strive towards excellence and make their once unobtainable goals ours….
We can tell THE man, fuck you! I’m gonna get my education, be all I can be, better then your hypocrisy, backstabbing, lying ass mother fuckers that tried to hold my ancestors back for all of these years, well no more!
I am here to try and make it….no…no…wait….fuck that shit….
I am here to make goddamn sure that I can get the hell out of this fucking gutter…
make a better life for my children….
and hope and pray that one day my kind don’t have to struggle with drugs, guns, and violence
That maybe one day we can use words as our guns, and knowledge as our drugs and teach the next generation that we’re not feeding them a crack pipe dream.
That they can make it big, they can do what they want, not have to worry about the man trying to hold them hostage, pull them back and tie them down…..
All we need is to believe in ourselves,
We have strength in numbers
And if every drug dealer, pimp, prostitute, drug addict, thief, high school dropout, hustler supported just one kid in the hood…..just one….
Instead of doing the damn thing on the corner help him learn to read, write, believe in himself, struggle and fight the good fight, support and give hope for that one kid in the hood….
Then we’re one step closer to making it….
One step closer for all of us to survive
One step closer of finally being free.
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