Humanities Warrior

I’ve been called a revolutionist,

A soldier, warrior of life’s struggles,

And a rebel with a cause…

A man who upholds his morals;

Opposes unjust laws and the

Discrimination of all…

One that gears up when the time is just

Ready to defend what I define.

Marked by scars of old battles

I’m committed to say the least.

The armor I carry

Won’t stop bullets nor spears

And the weapons of my choice

Are my trusty pen, mind and fist!!

For every one of my confrontations

Is a life and death situation

So losing isn’t optional,

Without really giving it my all.

For this battle I fight

Depends on the humanity of all. 

Ghetto Child

They call me a ghetto child

Because I come from the streets

The streets of dirt-filled roads

And homemade tortillas.

The sound of my speech

Has a funny ring

What´s with me adding a Spanish word

Every now and then when I speak.

We´re in thee America, they say,

Speak thy English!

As if I haven´t noticed,

With the big buildings and fancy cars.

The way I dress isn´t cool or hip,

It´s too raggedy they say.

But how else am I supposed to dress?

`Old School´they call it,

Too cheap and not enough bling bling.

Did they forget I´m a ghetto child?

I like the simple things.

Catch on, they say,

To which I reply:

There´s nothing to catch on to,

I´d rather be the ghetto child

That I am.

Living my simple life,

Trying to make ends meet.

That´s living poor, they yell,

But it´s the only way I know how to live

And I wouldn´t change it for a thing.

Ghetto child!! Ghetto child!!

There goes the ghetto child

Walking with his head held high and mighty,

Wearing the most raggedy things.

They chant and I smile joining in.

Yes, that be me!

Perplexed they stand

Not knowing what else to say

So I let them be, as I walk my streets

Living my life, as a ghetto child.

Yes, that be me!

Keep Envisioning

Look around you…

What do you see?

Do you see what I see?

Can you tell,

That you’re not alone.

That you can still hope

Beyond your wildest dreams.

Can’t you see it?

Really see,

That behind everyone’s eyes

There lies a grand dream.

You’re not the first

To have stopped wishful thinking

Or wishful hoping.

Everyone stumbles in this life.

Look around you.

We all bear our scars

But we continue on

Dreaming of a better world.

Can you see it now?

Then grab hold of your dream

For they really can become a reality.