My children see a father,
My mother a son,
My komrades a brother.
Over the years I’ve heard a few call me a man with a story,
But don’t we all?
The blind see nothing
And still they fear me.
Will I ever be understood?
3/4’s of my community see me as a friend,
The other 1/4, a threat
And yet it is said I don’t belong.
The ladies see a bad boy,
Lost in my image.
Should I be the first to tell you perception is NOT reality?
My teachers saw a failure,
While me and my classmates saw teachers who taught little and cared even less.
What do they see?
Everything I am not.
For the shell of a person is much easier to judge.
The system when they look at me they view a man defined by his actions with little thought of his circumstances.
They see a crook,
A tattooed gangbanger
Who owns no sense.
How about a penny for your thoughts?
Would I be going too far if I said they see a man without a conscience out to destroy not only others but his “self”?
When I look in the mirror,
I see a man of intellect and ambition;
One in pursuit of his degree in psychology.
I see a man who refuses to let prison cancel out his dreams.
I see endless potential,
It takes one wrong to destroy a million rights.
My faults are all they see!