Where The Sidewalk Ends

I grew up

With cracks in the side walk, holes in the wall

Daddy was a heavy drinker, mother not at all

Until the day he died, i can still see

One police mans art project and the blood on the street

I asked him, can i use that chalk

Ive got a couple butterflies ive been meaning to draw

He sat silent like stone, with a shadow cast black

And he raised up his baton and with gravity smacked

My face withered from the hit

And my glasses cracked

But since that day, and an operation later

I now have a scar that covers the left side of my face

That was, only when i was eight

I would wake up everyday 

With new anguish and more pain

Than the day before, i started to hate

Myself

But that was elementary and children are mean

By middle school my arms had been covered in seams

And only mamas love could repair what they had been

But she never could accept this new me

So she, like i, started ripping at her skin

But she couldnt take this hate that was coming from within

By the time that i, had turned fifteen

My mother swallowed bleach till her insides felt clean

The scripture, even though a good prescription

Could not, alleviate my illness 

No cast put around it

And no matter if i drowned it

It was broken, no book it could be found in

I found a poem of why the cage bird sings

I connected it to me and together found empathy 

I found that through words and poetry

That i could find sympathy i could do anything

I could change the world with my words

And then highschool hit

And everybody found words 

That cut me open like a knife

That pierced my heart like bullets

I was so wounded, my emotions utter bullshit

I stayed up every night just talking to the moon

About my place in this world, everything i would do

I never saw her, but i could feel my mother

Maybe from the other side tryna stop me from going under

Started living in the present, every breathe was a present

Formulating my escape from the pressures of a peasant

Undermined and denied just under the upper hand

Started unraveling the universal plan

And soon too soon started munching on shrooms

And i lost the better part of myself

Instead of getting high

I just balanced out the lows

Started getting trapped underneath the undertow

Until the day I

Learned words dont die

And embarked to become more than a human being

Because these angels

These angels are calling

And i, am all washed up

Living my life on the cusp

Sipping this life from a cup

I feel like these angels are falling

And were all snow

Just falling just sleeping

So different in who we are

Cause when you feel out of place

And your bodys defaced

We all are all just snow

Author's Note

A poem created by a good friend of mine Griffin.
I loved it, so I hope you all will too.

Reviews

[TheSweet]

At first I was thinking 'This may have worked better in prose' but then I noticed the lack of punctuation and realised it works better like this. I liked it, I liked the explanation of the person's downfall and there are some awesome similies in there - which are not easy in rhyme. Your friend Griffin did well :)