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About that moment of sometimes illogical guilt and sadness you feel, when meeting eyes with someone from your estate block that you used to share childhood happiness with...But now can relate

I’m in my hood all day, it’s my gangster way.

 

The forward steps I take, shrouded - in a hood that takes away my pain.

If I obscure my face to you, does it shelter me from the ache that remains?

What do I regret as I walk? The cold that strokes me, reminds me of the same.

The guilt of fame? The miniscule mountains climbed, while in its crevasses you stayed.

 

I’m in my hood all day, it’s my gangster way.

 

It’s true because my heart resides in the same place as yours.

A language received differently to the sounds made.

You don’t understand me, So I put a smile in the same place as yours.

It helps briefly, do we connect meaningfully? We smile, but it’s a different shape to yours.

 

My broad shoulders attired in Jackets proofed from rain.

While you, standing just as you were born - cry endlessly.

My life, safe in the hands that claimed me - yours fought always.

Did you tire? You don’t appear as you did those days.

Retire from your path - the gangster way.

 

By Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh