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by Donna Parkinson
Monday, September 15, 2008
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A new poem from my second book available December 2008.


Today I am happy to be,
Inspired by what surrounds me,
Quiet unfolds,
I have relinquished my holds,
Set free,
My enemy,
And made amends for my transgressions,
YEAH Confessions,
Of a reformed hood rat,
Turned my back on all dat,
I thought I would never hear,
Forever near,
Ever dear,
My family never gave up the fight,
To put right,
The wrongs that I had committed,
They admitted,
That I was as guilty as sin,
I had lived a thug’s life,
Been shot twice,
But I had represented my endz,
I had no true friends,
But it didn’t matter, my hood,
Was good,
I had that mentality,
Fuelled by street cred and vanity,
I had to be the man,
The Dan,
I was in so deep,
I couldn’t sleep,
But I had to represent,
I had spent,
Time to perfect my art,
And I wasn’t about to start,
Wimping out,
Or limping out,
I had a name to live up to,
You couldn’t walk in my shoe,
But deep down I never really wanted to,
But I did what I had to do,
But after a while I couldn’t escape,
I was bound by police tape,
Saved by loopholes and technicalities,
I passed the formalities,
Of keeping out of the pen,
But then,
I realised my life was a dead end,
I could no longer defend,
Man and man were coming up fast,
I had to live up to my past,
But I was tired,
Too many bullets fired,
So I retired,
Stepped out of the game,
Still kept my name,
And slowly but surely I changed,
My agenda,
But remember,
I was still a face,
In my place,
The youths looked up to me,
Wanted to be like me,
The man,
The big I AM,
I had to show them that this life carried no glory,
Made them listen to my story,
My confessions,
My own impressions,
Of the street,
The web of deceit,
I called my endz,
I needed them to comprehend,
My expression,
Loose their aggression,
Squash their obsession,
With living the gangster dream,
It’s a prankster scheme,
I changed and so could they,
Crime didn’t pay,
Except with your life,
With trouble and strife,
Now I know it, 
And I have to show it,
But I will never look back with regret,
Cos I needed to be there to get,
To here today,
I did it my way,
The hard way,
Some say,
I hope they hear my confession,
For their mental progression,
And wipe out the line of succession,
Hood rat?
Forget Dat!!!

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