Teach The Youth

Teach The Youth

 We must try to teach the youth and above all understand

That if hatred rules in the schools, it will ultimately rule man

Our children are caring guns and killing nuns for fun

Yes, mean at sixteen and sentenced to the maximum

Thrown in jail because we failed to teach them right from wrong

All day long singing a song, lifting weights to make their bodies strong

Their fantasizing, not realizing that it’s the mind that’s out of shape

Since learning leads to earning, pick up the books kids drop the weights

But children don’t understand, they’re just trying to be the man

But what they perceive to be a man is really much less than

It’s the epitome of stupidity, we need not be confused

When the trust put in us we simply choose to abuse

A sad sign of the times when we glorify crime

Cause unlike fine wine it gets worse with time

If children loved their reflection it might change their perception

It’s guaranteed to lead them in a positive direction

But sometimes we get fed up but we just can’t let up

Speak the truth to the youth say “keep your head up”

If we search in the church we’ll find the ultimate goal

To pray everyday will help cleanse our soul

If we believe we can achieve if we enhance the picture

With the word that is heard when one reads from the scripture.

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Crash And Burn

Crash And Burn

Some people always seem to stay on our mind 

When the truth is, they really aren't worth our time 

Though I really believe we are in no way better than any man 

It is clear to me that certain people are better left alone, now I understand 

You see certain people misinterpret compromise for weakness in some form 

Perhaps it is because it is not a everyday thing, no it simply isn't the norm 

That misinterpretation is a sad mistake to make, yet many of us do 

The sad part is, we know not what we do, we simply haven't got a clue 

So we continue being the same and the lies remain the same 

Then for some strange reason we expect the outcome to change 

Well, this time the outcome changed for all eternity you see 

As of today, I am proud to say, thoughts of certain people no longer consume me 

I wont say the politically correct thing like, "I truly wish them well" 

That is just another lie that I am simply not willing to tell 

Nor do I yearn for them to crash and burn but I do hope they learn 

That when they cause pain, they too must feel pain; eventually it will be their turn. 

Written by 

Emerson Welch

We All Have A Place

 WE ALL HAVE A PLACE

 Children are without a doubt God's gift to us

Nourish them encourage them; yes, I feel we must.

Teach them discipline; teach them all we know

Until it comes natural from within so as a race we'll all grow

I speak not of the black or white race but of the human race

On this earth for what it’s worth, I feel we all have a place

We must all realize children wont learn on their own

So each day of their lives they too must be shown

How to always respect thyself and love the man in the mirror

Do the same with everyone else then perhaps it’ll be clearer `

That if the concept in this poem is bought then taught

Then perhaps my friend we can end this war being fought.

Written by

Emerson Welch

A True Friend

                           A TRUE FRIEND

A true friend does not judge someone he considers a friend

A true friend is always there to lend support to someone he considers a friend

A true friend always has the best interest at heart for someone he considers a friend

A true friend will never betray the secret of someone he considers a friend

A true friend stresses the importance of faith to someone he considers a friend

A true friend always respects the privacy of someone he considers a friend

A true friend is there in time of need for someone he considers a friend

A true friend is always happy, never jealous of someone he considers a friend

A true friend not only hears from but also listens to someone he considers a friend

A true friend will be there till the end for someone he considers a friend.

                        

                                                                                                                             Written by

                                                                                      Emerson Welch

Trying To Get A Rep

Trying To Get A Rep

 I spit words you try to deny you heard from me, an urban poet

You’re conscience gets the best of you, your actions now show it

You’ve got your finger on the trigger to make your rep bigger

But you body begins to quiver because you know you can’t deliver

Trying to act like you hard, trying to play God when you are no better than me

You think you rough and tough now that hand-to-hand combat is obsolete in the street

If you think you got the biggest gun son trust me, you don’t want none

Cause he got a sawed-off shottie, caught a lot of bodies, you better run

Trying to play the game of life right? But you don’t even know the rules my brother

Perpetrating a fraud, trying to act raw as you break the law trying to impress another

You need to put the gun down and throw your hands up if you think you tough

Cause all this bloodshed is making my eyes red with tears, think there has been enough?

I remember back in the day we would all play and the stories we would tell

I get pissed as I reminisce about what momma use to say as I sit in my jail cell

As I stare at the skies, tears roll from my eyes as I’m wishing I had listened from the start

It’s a fact that I can’t go back; I can’t take that bullet out of that man’s heart

I’ll never again see my children or wife because I’m serving life with no chance of parole

My actions on that one night ruined my life now I’m begging the lord to heal my soul.

Written by

Emerson Welch

A Mother's Anguish

A Mother’s Anguish

 Though it’s no longer the latest sensation sweeping the nation

The drug called crack still sends negative vibrations

It’s just a potent form of cocaine

Feels twice as nice when it reaches your brain

When it reaches your brain it feels like you are on cloud nine

You don’t want to come down because you feel so fine

So you run down to the corner of your block

You're on your way to the nearest crack spot

When you get there you pull a five, ten or twenty

Cause when you want a good thing, you got to have plenty

So now you're on your way home to smoke the crack

Not realizing, it’s your brain it attacks

So you smoking it till the break of dawn

You smoke the crack until all is gone

When all is gone your eyes run water as if they were rivers

Your now wondering what is going wrong as your body starts to quiver

Your mouth is dry as you are coming off the high now you want more crack

Your dealer says, you’re like a stray cat he once fed; you keep coming back

All because you hung out, now you’re strung out and it’s your habit he’ll feed

And since he is on the devil’s level he’ll give you whatever you need

You think he’s your friend but then he doesn’t pretend

To care about the fact that you’re eight months pregnant and your carrying twins within

Because you didn’t listen when you were warned, your kids are deformed

Now you’re sad as you sit in rehab, wishing you had listened before they were born.

  

Written By

Emerson Welch

Child Abuse

CHILD ABUSE

 If you’ve suffered physical abuse as a child

You were probably confused as a child 

You were all alone to fend for yourself

You could tell no one, so you spoke to yourself

You probably asked yourself why me, why me?

Since why me means why not he or she, you no longer ask why me?

Night after night you cried yourself to sleep

And night after night you awoke from that sleep

In a cold sweat, still crying and shaking

Trying to forget about the dream but you can’t stop shaking

The violent beatings in the dreams seemed so real I even hurt

Not just physically but emotional as well I hurt

Why does he hit me repeatedly with any object in sight?

Does he really mean it when he says, “ Get out of my sight”?

I have evil thoughts of my own, like I wish he were dead

For sure I wouldn’t have to endure these beatings if he were dead

But would the nightmares end when his life ends? Or will they continue?

Will I always be afraid to go to sleep for as long as my life continues?

He has now passed on and I am now a grown man with many issues

The physical and emotional abuse I endured is at the root of my issues

If I had one wish granted, my roots would be re-planted and showered with love

I’d have more self-confidence and intelligence; for those qualities emanate from love

At least that is what I hear because I’ll never know what it is to be loved by another

He told me he loved me too; thus I am confused; I no longer want to be loved by another.

Written By

Emerson Welch