You don't understand...!
You see...I'm 'Asa'!
You are nothing more than a spectator
You see...I became 'ghetto'
...idolizing older, but just, other
black fellows
Dropped in 'elephant's skin'...so lost...
but ready to win
'Me' a man child...bone and flesh...went
to war against an army of 'ghosts'
And...to let you know from experience...
on the other side, where the dirt lies...
everything is 'pitch black', even
the butterflies...
So it is, when one
comes out of their arms,
legs, chest, neck and head...color
doesn't matter
copyright; 2009Asa D Seeley
Onward and upward is your goal, Asa
Sandy
Steve
Do not use images and idealogy given to us by the oppressor to identify yourself. Living in a neighborhood is not bad. Why is it that where ever we are, it is identified as a ghetto? If enough of us were in the high rent district, the oppressor would call that a ghetto.
WELL DONE, MY SON...WELL DONE! THANK YOU FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND MUCH FAITH...JOYCE(MOM)*HIS INSPIRATIONS
I love the way a butterfly lends its presence to an otherwise sombre environment and, although almost lost in the gloom, we know it is still there.
You have a very compelling way with words.
Much Love,
Margaret
Daniel
Blessings,
Christine
John
ann
Great work, I know that it is mind blowing to be incarcerated, but somehow this is going to make you one heck of a poet/storyteller..Keep on writing down your thoughts and experiences, you are an urban poet my friend!
Much peace, love and light,
Amber "V" Moonstone
Great write Asa, I teach school and I have some young men I will show your poem to, I am sure they can relate. Keep up the good work, let out all of the emotions, writing can prove to be very therapeutic. God bless you hugely.
Nicole
Blessings to both of you,
Your Canadian Friend, Anna
george
Regis