It all started a long time ago when I was born,
Mumsie and Poppy were so proud of my birth.
Like my Grandpappy Ervine Welkins, I’m torn,
Thus it was a sad storyteller maker of the Earth.
Just can’t believe that Ervine wanted the coldest,
Mornings to nightfall every minute and every hour.
My world is crumbling downwards as it all unfolds,
Thus my little baby brother was born in a sad world.
His name bestowed, hath a baby boy named Latoya,
How can this world I live in to be a so-called good one?
Chase and dance with my best friend Benny Montoya.
As young as I am, I can’t believe what’s good fortune.
Just let the world know who I am without my miseries,
Open up the cracked world within every mile and step.
How old do you think this Earth is without imaginaries?
Listening to my stories, wow, it’ll make Y’all even wept.
Dropping a label on my society within this coming week,
My stories have been told as I Ms. Charleen Welkins becomes.
Having known my miseries will become the worst of weak,
My Mumsie and Poppy are poorer and we don’t own homes.
Cries of agonies and pains become throughout my families,
Historically, I can’t see my future without looking through it.
Just asking how come I became this poor girl with her miseries?
Looking at homes with happy families will make you commit.
Happiness will become sadness within my poor mother and father,
My young baby brother will become sickened and eventually dies.
But somehow I can’t make this all happen when I’m told the other.
My weakened families hushing their whispers and begin their cries.
Overdosing on misery and woe when I tell you this is my miseries,
Just like my grandpappy, he’s the one that was so very successfully.
My world is saddening as we all unfold the next page of my stories.
Can’t pour out my heart without asking why or why are we unhappy.
Poetry