No One Wants to Hear Me

Peterson Metellus

No one wants to hear me.
No one wants to see my tears 
when I cry
in vain, calling for
help.

You do your best
trying to stay alive 
in this horrible world 
where there is violence and crack bottles every step you take. 

When I pray to God at night, 
I say to him, 
“I’m ready to go. 
I’m ready for you to take 
my soul.”

And yet, I wake up each morning and realize I’m still here. 
That’s how I know that 
I am in this world 
to complete something. 

Something that’s taking too long. 
As each day goes by, 
I realize 
it’s my destiny, 
but what? 

I can’t act like myself 
in the streets 
because I have to keep it real. 
What the hell does that mean? 
My definition of keeping it real is getting a college diploma, taking care of my family and being a leader for tomorrow. 

But still, 

No one wants to hear me.
No one wants to see my tears 
when I cry
in vain, calling for
help.

This world has buried my thoughts 
and feelings 
deep into the earth’s core. 
I can only keep it 
to myself. 

They say you have freedom of speech, but that is all bullshit. 
Once you start to speak out 
they kill you or act like 
they don’t know anything. 

They have enslaved, 
whipped and killed my ancestors for years. 

They try to perish my history 
by giving me the wrong lessons 
and saying that 
we are all equal. 
Yeah, right. 

I’m calling for help 
and hope 
that’s something 
this world hasn’t 
forgotten. 

“Why 
can’t 

be 
heard? 

Why?”

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