Poems
Thug Life
A poem by Ray Sailor
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Everything we do in this life makes people hate us because of the way we live in society, but amongst all of that they never seem to see the good that is in us. Instead they see us as criminals and hoodlums that don't deserve to live amongst the people. But what they don't see is that we young blacks struggle in a life of poverty, where youngsters die because of the lack of love we get. So we fall into a life of drugs, liquor and violence which we have long been witness to in our daily lives. But who's to say if we were right or wrong to live our lives as outlaws all along while remaining strong in a world full of player-haters as they conversate, but our lives are full of demonstrators. I'm a child of society and no matter what I do I'm still your child. Lock me away, I've been locked up for hundreds of years I can go away for a hundred more. Because in the end you can't judge me for who I am, leave that to god.