Look at Me
The only thing I have to hold onto at night is my faith
I am someone who never cried tears of joy.
I always cried the tears of an unwanted boy —
lost in the world with no way out,
still fearing I didn’t know what being a man is about.
On my body there are scars
from the many battles life has produced.
And my head is so damaged, it hangs loosely
like a neck in a noose.
I can see no further than my penitentiary cell.
I wonder what it means for liberty to ring its bell
and what it will take for the world
to finally look at me.
I guess it’s true what my granny said,
when she told me that through God
is the only way I can be free.
They talk about the pursuit of happiness.
Man, look at how the years run by.
I went from sane
to a little crazy
to losing my mind.
The only thing I have to hold onto at night
Do you know how it feels to wanna cry,
but to not let the tears run down your face?
That is the pain I deal with every day.
Last night, I looked at my reflection in the mirror
and saw the first strand of gray hair on my face.
That’s when I knew
that a bad decision I made when I was young
will prove to be the reason I won’t have a life.
that’s when I knew this is it for me.
I just have one question for the world:
When will you finally look at me?