This poem express opposite opinions depending which way you read it. This was my first time I wrote a poem in reverse and it was a challenge. Please forgive me if this don’t make sense. I will edit this eventually.
I am a failure and I reject the fact that I am a savior. I realize this may be a shock, but me having potential of being a pastor, is a lie. Blessings is not guaranteed every hour In 30 years, I will tell the youth that I have my responsibilities straight because The devil’s tactics is more prominent than praying to Jesus. Jesus is at the top of the ladder, but this is will not matter, humans continue to kill each other. Satanis unconquerable and I do not believe that God is almighty and powerful. Since I don’t always make the best choice, the best choice
was leaving God
Now re-read this poem from bottom to top(in reverse).
Before you read this long poem, I have a few questions I want you to keep in mind while reading this poem:
1) Who is your worst enemy?
2) How did racism start?
3) Why do you think God created Lucifer?
4) They say the devil is a liar, but do you think there was ever a time the devil told the truth? (Think hard about this one and read the book of genesis)
5) Think about the person you love most(probably your kids), would you scarfice your own soul and go to hell so the person you love most can go to heaven or would you be selfish and let the person you love go to hell so you can go to heaven?
6) Since the Hebrews were slaves during the ancient Egypt times during Moses time, do you believe that this was the blueprint that poisoned the white man’s mind to view black people as property during early and mid 1800’s?
7) Since more souls go to hell than heaven, do you think the Devil’s power is underestimated?
Pick one of the seven questions and comment below on the answer to the question that really have your mind thinking deep!
“I am my own worst enemy”.
We have all heard that before.
People and emotions, drives us crazy.
Finding happiness, we can’t afford.
Excuses, we get tired of hearing it
until we come up with our own.
Treating people they way you want to be treated
is an overstatement
when you realize the devil’s power is underestimated.
Prison is hell, but church is where the demons are most active.
Too sad that people have to keep it on safety because it’s a cold world.
The fruit was forbidden and it is written.
The sin that expose the consequence, so we have to perish and we still don’t listen and God continues to punish.
Pastors are hypocrites, Teachers are pedophiles, Parents are deadbeats, Churches are filled with gossip, politicians are corrupted.
Money turns the humble into false prophets.
Money over pussy, but it’s really pussy over family.
I seen niggas die over pussy, either in the form of an STD or by a bullet.
We shoot and take a life through the form of abortions.
The unborn don’t get the chance to get placed in a coffin.
Poor choices is the reason crying babies are thrown in the garbage,
just rotting or eaten by hungry rodents.
Or we allow the embryo to become a fetus and turn into deadbeat parents and run away from responsibility.
Stability is a long reach like the journey it took for Odysseus to reach home.
It’s hard to do right, its easy to do wrong.
Upon our sight, hell is where we belong.
We are exposed to danger like an electrical box,
without a ground wire.
Hell is an imagination, brimstone and fire.
Hell is earth so what can be worst?
Why did Lucifer exist in the first place?
Don’t answer that, don’t think too deep,
but think about this,
Why does racism exist?
Why does sexism exist?
To be honest, I don’t care why either exist
or how and why it happened
but what’s the addiction, whats the attraction?
Did this type of hate and discrimination appear out of no where like magic?
Is this being taught in every generation?
A parent’s satisfaction is to teach their children to abhor another human of a different complexion that was created from God’s image.
God makes no mistake, but yet we get mad over pre- existing creations that’s beyond the human comprehension.
When the opposite complexion perish, in private we are celebrating.
How can you call yourself A Man of God if you are racist?
How many Christians in this world do you think are racist?
Now answer this; how many Christians do you think are hypocrites?
How many Christians in this world do you think are sexist?
After reading the previous two lines, do you understand the connection?
It be the dedicated Christians that are most judgmental.
In this world, sometimes we feel like everybody is against you
when you have the skin color that attracts violence towards you from your own people.
Civil war in our own neighborhoods.
We hear gunshots in our own neighborhood.
We see drug deals in our own neighborhood.
The dragon cause havoc on the black youth.
From ages 12 – 24, victimization is most active like a volcano.
The mortal combat dragon is alive and his tongue slides across these young faces.
This tongue is not from a puppy, this tongue wipes the innocence out of the young black faces.
Imagine the depiction, a God like being in the purest form,
but a mortal God that contaminate a immortal soul. So this God like being can conform
to play a hoax on a mortal’s eye.
Hell upon our sight, hell is where we belong.
Here we go again and back and fourth with the same bullshit.
A portrait of Aaliyah; I feel ashamed and yet disappointing.
An enemy identified as my own kind as I stare in the mirror.
Black is my favorite color but yet, it’s a shadow
that’s categorized as a criminal according to the juror.
It shadows the light and it’s a step behind.
Like a bat, brave in cave of darkness, but blind when light strikes.
Light makes the bat sensitive, so we strike out without even swinging.
Verdicts are unfair and one sided, but yet we increase the murder rate by killing each other.
From Lucifer leading the demons that speak to the white man’s conscience, that have the power to make blacks eliminate each other like wrong obvious answers on a mulitple choice test.
I should write a poem about how my life is about to change I should write a poem about how I won’t have as much money to my name I should write a poem about living on my own I should write a poem about how I’m grappling with living alone I should write a poem about the thousands of lists that I’ve generated I should write a poem about the constant thoughts that my brain are penetrated with I should write a poem about how I’m becoming a big girl I should write a poem about this how it is to be in the real world I should write a poem about how sometimes I can’t sleep I should write a poem about how I wonder how I will eat I should write a poem about how this change may cause me stress I should write a poem about how little things that were once big I’ll care for less I should write a poem about how this next step will make me strong I should write a poem about how I’ll prove any of my doubters wrong I should write a poem about how any negative thoughts I have are plain petty I should write a poem about how in this moment I’m ready
With God’s help You should write a poem. With God’s help You should make it really long. With God’s help You should recite to me your poem. With God’s help You should have the power to turn it into a lovely song. With God’s help You should not have to worry about making it on your own because the road your taking, I plan to come along. With God’s help You should accomplish everything on your to do list. With God’s help You should allow your reality evolve from a wish. With God’s help You should be proud that you are more than a big girl. With God’s help You should be proud for being a woman in this real world. With God’s help You should be comfortable enough to sleep. With God’s help You should be blessed for having the hunger to help you to eat. With God’s help You should be able to accomplish what’s next. With God’s help You should have the power to co-exist with stress. With God’s help You should be able to remain strong. With God’s help You should not worry about when you do wrong. With God’s help You should not worry about proving people wrong. With God’s help You should not care about people’s petty judgments. With God’s help You should know that a negative thought is only fiction. With God’s help You should know that your poem is a dose of reality. With God’s help You should know that the dark days are hidden items in a video game that re-energize your life With God’s help You should know that you’ll never die, since he provide eternal life, so when it’s your time and he calls upon, be ready
“Money creates the most stress in life. Currency is needed to stay current because of lack of funds have the power to make your character old fashion. Goals to achieve in life is a huge attraction like NYC skyscrapers and a Garden City mansion“.
“Money forces reality to hit as the real status of the bank account sits. Seeing the paycheck received lights up every twinkle in your eye. But the responsibility coming your way there’s no choice but, to kiss it goodbye. The rent is due, groceries need to be bought, that car you drive every day needs to be paid. $500 to your name and you forgot about the dinner plans you made with your friend that day.
Dreams of a comfortable life: roof over your head, food to eat, job you like. Sometimes money problems cause a lot of strife in life. You worry you can’t maintain the old life you once lived, the new things going on changes you. You realize really quick that you ain’t no fool. You wisen up on how to save, all those money decisions you used to make aren’t necessarily craved.
Money can be the root of all evil but, if used wisely maybe it can be for good. Tight binds, scheduled payments it can keep you on track. Life will always have it’s challenges but, at least managing money will prepare you for that.”
“Money changes character like a leaf that can change a color. Personalities become foul like a strong odor from the zoo. Money is the root of all evil, this is old news. Money is needed to build more churches and better schools, but it’s spend in the hood buying weed to look cool. Never a balance, the broke has low self esteem, the rich is arrogant. Almost impossible to find that perfect balance. How do you find the right amount of confidence? There is a science to this madness called crime. Lack of currency, scrilla, paper, or however you wanna phrase it, increases the murder rate. But an abundance of this material that cause evil have the ability to not only change personality, but to change physical shape of our bodies. Asses and breast pop up like pop ups on computer screens. Tattoos and piercings cover our bodies, rappers in unison in public have the environment looking like a prison yard. Life is always hard, but remember money make people appear out of nowhere like magic. People will begin to follow and stalk on you, you are a target and your followers are on stealth mode. Compliments, hugs and kisses don’t mean shit, when money is in your pocket. This is a cold world when pocket full of money, so keep a gun nearby and keep it off safety.”
Late night, reminiscing of times before I knew you exist. I came a very very long way, lessons I will never forget. Painful moments was regrets, but eventually turned to lessons. I know more now compared to back then, but still have unanswered questions. Life is short like abbreviations, a fast paced world as my mind advances. Lives are the doors and over the years I walked from door to door. I was a salesman that knocked on them, usually the door remained closed or only opened for a few seconds. A lot of rejections and even though that comes with the business of being a salesmen, my confidence, I started to question. Feet was tired from walking, sweet honest words I was tired of speaking. Even though I was selling a dream, I wasn’t robbing them for money, I was stealing their attention, trying to give them the whole world in a moment. But yet I was failing, usually by landslide, but at times I came close to passing. The closer I came to passing, the more I complained when I faced rejection. So I know a heartbreak probably hurts 10 times more when breakups happen so close to the wedding. Still a lot more attractive houses left, but I took a break and rested my feet. I changed my approach and use devil techniques. I did whatever it took to satisfy my needs. Lies wasn’t something I was proud of but I wanted to satisfy my needs by any means. So because I focused on the currency, telling them what they wanna hear was the cheat. I did get better results, needs was satisfied, but yet why did success feel overrated? Was it because I was cheating? At first I thought hard work was overrated, but quickly learned success is overrated when you make it through life by cheating. So I was a robot going through the process, I become emotionless. But then I found your door, knocked on it, and it was wide open. I thought to myself, maybe I’m a just fool trying to impress another person or your the fool that’s a victim of a selfish man requirement. But what was different was I was invited in and now it’s two years later and still haven’t left. I’m nice and comfortable and got a tour of the inside. The furniture and decorations, now this is love at first sight. The door is closed behind me, but the key to the outside still visible upon my eye sight. I don’t know what’s the best decision to make now for a better future, but all of my rejections was previous lessons that made me much wiser. Now the key that’s visible, you can unlock the door and let me back out Or we can dwell together in this house forever. I hope you make the right decision after reading this letter, And if you do, I promise you to give you the world in every moment, forever.
I am an invisible ghost know one noticed Feels like I’m by myself left deserted. Not many others to converse with, Its like I don’t even exist. I’m like a graveyard shift, That people choose to avoid. No knows the sound of my voice. Nothing I can do, its not my choice. They see a physical appearance that takes up space. They don’t know my name, all they see is a empty face. To black people I’m soccer, No matter hard I try to be noticed, I will remain unpopular.