I Never Amounted (Poetry) 

Long Roads, side streets closed 

Other routes headed home that left my heart so cold 

Windy Nights, Rusty Pipes 

Squeaking as I lay my head to rest through the hectic nights 

Crumbs on the floor reminding me of the poor 

Lord why can’t I open up that door

Lord why can’t I have my pallet lifted off this dirty floor 

Mama still at work because we slave so young 

Born to a family that left its offsprings with none 

I never amounted to who I supposedly become 

I never amounted to nothing close of the rich but supposedly a bum 

Created by: Jay Starks 

Question? Have you ever felt left out? Have your wildest desires ever got lost because of fear? Please share!