A poem for the erudite, it sure will be hot
Take the time out to listen, rubbish it's not
Straight from the life of a perspicacious young man
Try and comprehend it...I sure hope you can
There's a lot I can tell you, but I'll make it laconic
Words to astound/it works like a tonic
But, it all isn't good, I'm sure you'll agree
I robbed to support crack, went on a spree
Nonetheless, I must tell you/about erstwhile things
About cause, and "Affect"/ and what it all brings
It started with punishment, and led to abuse
Stomped/Punched/and Kicked like a piece of refuse
That was at home, a total nightmare
Told my story to many, few seemed to care
Yet, at school it was different/a much calmer affair
There were many happy times/but, in all they were rare
Still, to escape from my father, a partial reprieve
An escape so traumatic you can hardly conceive
Fascinated by study, entwined in my thought
Trying to achieve, knowledge I sought...
Then came junior high school, another hill to climb
Still being abused...now etched deep in my mind
Then came the reefer...then came the coke
Life became heavy/like being grasped with a choke
Playing hooky from school to hang on the "Deuce"
Leaving sadness behind/youth on the loose
Coming home at all hours, high on the drugs
Fending off admonishment/not verbally/with shrugs
Now, we come to part of my crack addiction
On a mission to "Scotty"/incarceration/great friction
On a mission nuff years retaining intelligent potential
Well, I couldn't lose everything, the mind is essential!
But, through all this in jail, you can't know my chagrin
For nothing egregious/no unredeemable sin
Still, remember I told you about cause and "Affect"?
Recalled in my poem, I helped you reflect
Being abused was profound, a real heartache
There's been many times I thought my life I would take
But, instead I turned to crack/searching in vain
I know to crack you say/ how gravely inane
Yet, there's a moral to this story/my life in review
I was abused, and kicked crack...and You Can Kick Too!

(My first poem...Ever!)