Why I didn't give up.

Wanna know why I didn't give up?

Through the pain I stayed up.

Wanna know why I didn't give up?

Through the hard struggles I stayed up.

Through the bad times I remained up.

Ain't nothing staying in my way.

I told myself there was better days.

I had a voice in my head telling me to work hard for that bread.

Telling me life won't be sunshine with no rain.

Telling me to push through the pain.

Telling me I got people to prove.

Telling me I got myself to prove.

I listened to that voice in my head.

I listened to every word it said.

It knew what I needed.

It knew I had been mistreated. 

It knew me and what I could be.

I had to pick myself up.

Used my mind to bandage myself up.

I knew if I stayed on that ground I'd be the biggest clown.

How was I gonna tell people to keep pushing if I treated the ground as a cushion?

I told my mama that I was being blessed, and I meant that shit.

I told her I was going somewhere.

After all she's the one who gave me air, and I don't mean physically.

No, she's the one who took me under her wing. 

She's the one who wanted me. 

She's the one who took the load off my chest.

My mama does her best.

She gave me a family that loves me.

She told me she wanted me.

That I didn't have to lay my head in random beds. 

That I didn't have to live on the streets.

She knew what I could be.

My mama she's everything to me.

I can't let her down.

It took me 16 years to find a family. 

It took me 16 years to feel happy.

16 years to know love.

My other mama lives up above.

I have her to prove too.

I hope she's smiling when she's looking down on me.

I hope I'm everything she wants me to be.

Now do you know why I didn't give up?

Let me make it a little more clear and see if you can keep up.

I was kicked to the road when I turned 16 years old.

I was left to defend myself. 

I was left by myself.

I had blood that ran out of love.

I was left to beg for food to eat. 

I was left to beg for a place to sleep.

I've been fighting since birth.

Fighting to belong on this earth. 

How you gonna go through pain and still wanna dance in the rain?

Still wanna stay in the same place?

Still wanna stay at the same pace?

Life goes at different speeds.

You either keep up or let it pass you up.

You either keep pushing or let the struggles overwhelm you.

I don't know about you, but I refuse to stay where I was left. 

I refuse to struggle until my last breath.

I refuse to let the pain own me.

I refuse to be held captivity. 

Everytime I wanted to give up that voice in my head told me to get back up.

That voice told me we didn't come all this way to lose it all in a day.

That voice was like an angel on my shoulders. 

It made me a little bit more bolder. 

That voice is me talking to myself.

That voice won't let me depend on nobody else.

That voice know's how cruel people can be.

It knows I'll always have me. 

Now that im achieving people who wasn't there are telling me they're proud of me.

They didn't stand beside me, but wanna take that glory from me.

My life was once like a revolving door, but I fixed the hinges so it don't go both ways anymore. 

I made some friendships that'll stay through the hardships. Through their veins runs loyalty.

I made some enemies. People who didn't like that I chose me.

I can't let the life I built come crashing back down on me. 

I can't let the fake destroy what I created for me.

 The second the snake's close they'll squeeze the life right out of you, so from now until I die I'll do what I have to do. 

When you're raised on betrayal you'll learn to be cautious on others portrayal.

 Like a detective they hide their intentions easily, so don't get mad if I don't let you get too close to me. 

I won't let someone use me.

 I refuse to let another human bring me pain mentally.

 No ones worth my mentality.

 You have to protect yourself and don't hold onto protection from nobody else.

 Some will fool you. 

They'll take everything and then leave you. They don't care about you only what they can get from you. 

I hope my words are knowledge to you. 

I hope they give you strength to push through. 

I hope I'm not viewed as just a poet with some rhymes, and when you're at your lowest I hope you read this every time. 

I hope you see the reason why you shouldn't give up. 

I hope you keep fighting and stay up.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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