Here is a poem I wrote inspired by my grandmother's apartment in Harlem.
Run boy, run, run
Far, far away
Some things are better left like this
Some things are not
We all make mistakes
Someday - perfect, or not
Some things are better left
Forever not said
Think boy, think, think
At the top of your head
A train is a train
No matter where it goes
No matter where you take it
No matter how fast or slow
Some things are better left
Forever not said
Talk boy, talk, talk
Tell ‘em what your thinkin’
Your mind is ambivalent
Are they wrong or they right?
Are they good or they bad?
Should I put up a fight?
Some things are better left
Forever not said
Run boy, run, run
Far, far way
Take it or leave it
A gunshot is heard
But the tomorrow goes on
Disregarded, not absurd
The hoodlums in Harlem
Are the ones to blame
It’s wrong and unethical
The story - a shame
And on this bloody night
October, the third
Zachary T. Scott
Was gone of (and unheard)
And people’s true colors
Can surely be red
But some things are better left
Forever not said
This was a great poem. I liked the phrase, "and people's true color can surely be red but some things are better left forever not said."
ReplyDeleteThis poem has intriguing word choice and a rhythmical scheme that surges interest through this poem's dark atmosphere. The story of the boy running away from home and exploiting his opinions without care and then getting killed by hoodlums really has me enjoying this poem. I really liked it.
ReplyDelete-Omar
This is a great poem. It has a truly "Harlemy" feel. It is dark and yet intriguing, unlike most dark poems, which are just repetitive and boring.
ReplyDeletethis is reallyy good !
ReplyDeleteI loved "Take it or leave it
A gunshot is heard
But the tomorrow goes on
Disregarded, not absurd"
~daniella :)