Trapped Poem by Jamal Brown

Unknown, lost in a world that I can't


understand.


Like a life long inmate, trapped


in a prison van.


The real me, my soul is trapped in


my body like a bad song stuck in your


head.


Seldomly, I invision myself better off if I were


jumped and left for dead.



Can't tell whether I'm coming or going


Knowing part of me is missing.


Tryin' to get back on good terms with


GOD, but he does'nt seem to be


listening.



Trapped behind an invisible door, no possible way


out. Wanting and needing my blessings to flood


but instead my blessings are in drought.



So discombobulated, want to talk with family


but it's like they don't even know


who I am.They treat me like a child and


refuse to see that I am a man.


I know they want what's best for me and I


appreciate that but when I try to get a


few things my way I get fussed at and called a 'brat.'



I want better for myself. I want to


look in someone's face and


honestly say 'everything's fine.'


It's like I'm walking on


cloud 7, But I'm seeing cloud 9.



So if there's anybody out there that feels me,


that knows what I'm going through.


If you think that you're in the boat alone, trust me


I'm right there with you.