Poetry

“The Windows” By: Young Phoenix

As I stare through these ever so foggy windows
I continue to ask myself, why?
Why must I live confined to these walls?
Why must I remain hidden from all that dwells on the outside?
Why is it that I have two windows but only able to see through one?
Why am I enraged as if I have become the sound of thunder?
Without any answers to my fustration
I close my curtains to counter act this attack
Thus, the rain rapidly falls along side the pane
Which only continues to hinder my vision 
But I refuse to be broken
I refuse to be broken by the stones tossed into the air
Or from the ferocious winds of the world
that proves it does not care
I refuse to be broken by the fear of living amongst the storm
Why should I fear life?
Without an answer to this question
I open my curtains 
To my surprise a beautiful sun
Which now my windows gaze so profoundly upon

 

“Alarm Clock” By: Young Phoenix

6:45 A.M.

Mother: “Wake up, time to get ready for school!”

Son: “OMG! Ma you be blowin’ minez wit this every mornin’,
What you think I gotta alarm clock for?”

Mother: “Boy, if yo ass dont stop talking back, what you think a casket gone be for?
Cuz we can take that route,
I brought you in this world and i will take yo ass out”

Son: “You be odee’n I swear. I still got fifteen more minutes, why you goin’ in?”

Mother: “Because when ya alarm ring all you gone do is hit snooze and be late for school,
thats something you got use to.
So that sh*t ends today, you will graduate.
Im tired of sitting here allowing you to procrastinate”

“Blah, blah, blah…
Blah blah, blah…
Blah blah…DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!”

Son: “Yes Ma!”

Mother: “Were you even listening?”

Son: “Yessss I heard you…Damn, all this ova an alarm clock?”