What’s good, What’s Real, What’s Right What’s Fake…? I guess that’s what the public can debate. All I have is faith… that one day I can be closer to my dreams… Like the King of Martin Luther… or a voice that can be heard like Vandross of Luther.

I cant get caught up in all this hype an attention… I’m not afraid to mention the fact that the black men in American still don’t get the positive attention just the fact that all we hear in the news is who Pookie and Cornbread robbed don’t judge me this is just my opinion.

Working hard all day I know no other way… Rather its shoveling shit… typing my paper in a cube… or being Mike Vick… Or struggling living my life in the pin… Don’t matter how successful or unsuccessful I become… I still will be judged by the color of my skin.

I got new mountains to climb… new heights to leap over… was it really her body that hit the rover… or did God steal her soul before the human pole hit the noise of the truck… I guess no ones knows but her mother was slummed over heart struck knowing that her three yr old daughter was just killed by a drunk.

How am I supposed to live shout the mother to God? God told her I’m your heart and your ribs… I needed your daughter in heaven because I need her to be a testimony to the angels… Can I get an adlib…? But my daughters soon as you get over this troublesome time… go a head and buy a new baby crib… I shall reward you with a new off spring… only if thy man buys that ring for you, than you can live happily and cherish what I have in store for you all painted on your daughter’s angel wing.

Am I Closer to My Dream? I’ve been patiently waiting… I’m tired of this people faking… In my God it’s not the white it’s my own people hating. Until than I’ll set back relax and keep my mind and soul trained forward. Let’s see new house, new car, and new man… things to look forward… new job. If its God blessing can I even be offered to be the new owner of?

A team, a company or land. Had endless opportunities to turn things around, shot a couple of people and orchestrated many crimes but now my life is in the hands of the man. “Judgment is in”. The judge ruled not guilty? “Not guilty”… shocked when the woman heard the killer of her son verdict come in… With an outspoken Cry to the Judge “HE DID IT”. Even with all the evidence you still don’t convict this man. Let’s see rapist, serial killer, con artist and a preacher man… I guess he scout free because you and him use to shoot pool and ride horses as former leaders of a Clan… Where is the justice? There no justice… just endless lust… commotion and fuss… The world will never be in one piece as long as we understand that men and woman ate from that tree. And the only way out is to die or to hope God opens up with the key so the angles can play the trumpet sounds in the clouds so the remaining souls can than flee… To live in eternity.
CLOSER TO MY DREAMS
Antonio Webb

This poem was written/submitted by Antonio Webb.