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There is always two sides.

By Janietta WattsPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
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I’ve passed this street about half a million times

Never once did I think this destination would be mine

How did I get here? I should’ve learned my lesson

Watched all those reruns of Martin

and I still never learned how to “GET TO STEPPIN”

Now I’m here…for aggravated assault with a deadly weapon.

I said, “When I get out of here I’m going to fuck him up!”

The chick beside me laughed and said wholeheartedly “good luck…

You’re gonna be right back here, next to me on Rice Street.”

And it made me think….

I already knew he was a liar, for years he’s been cheating.

I knew if I confronted him that I was gonna have to face a beating

His fist and my face just keep on meeting,

and each time it’s the same old greeting...

HELLO! Are you done yet? Are you ready to go?

Well, I probably should but I just don’t know.

He was just frustrated; his daddy was a no show

His mama was on crack so she couldn’t really care

I know, I understand because I have been there!

He just needs a little more tender lovin’

I need to keep telling him how highly I think of him

I just need to plant the seed

So he can finally see that we are a team

And he doesn’t have to take his past out on me.

See he was already abandoned by the age of thirteen

And his only teacher was these cold ass streets

He was born already being hated by society

He needs me to show him that he is a King!

I can’t give up on this young black man

The strength of my back is the only reason that he can even stand

Yeah, I should have remembered all of that

before I grabbed that baseball bat.

I should have reconsidered everything

before I took that first swing.

I feel like I was conned

Can’t believe the judge didn’t even give me a bond

WOW! The thirteen-year-old me never imagined

that I’d be facing time by the age of twenty-three.

Why did I give in to his violent enticement?

Never thought I’d have a case to be fighting

Court date reset ‘further notice to indictment’

I said, “I don’t even know what the hell that means!”

The chick beside me laughed and said wholeheartedly,

“Good luck. That means you’re about to have a felony”

And it made me think...

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