We All are Apart of a Prewritten history that had a way of repeating itself from time to time.... I'm just writing freely but this is no freestyle... -Percy Muhammad ©2026

So I wrote a series of small poems all diving deep into different painful yet un discussed topics. Each poem is in the voice of a Victim, someone who has No voice so chose to express it through Poetry Pt.1 Come and take a step into my world Take a walk through my life There is very little light so hold my hand tight it's going to get rough And even hard to see at times filled with heart break, betrayal and inconsistent Lies Watch your step,It may get wet that's a stream of my tears Don't mind the little girl that's screaming She's who guard my fears and all the crying you hear Lord forgive me That's my unborn kids DON'T KNOW HOW I SURVIVE IN THIS LIFE THAT I LIVE Pt2 Come and take a step into my world take a walk through my life There is very little light so please hold on very tight Daddy won't stop he won't go away "Your my Favorite little girl" is all that he can say It started with simple hugs nothing wrong with that to not so daddy like touches When I sat on his lap Then eventually, late night visits to my room he crept A pat on the head A slap on the back Even sold me to his homie for a dime bag of crack Can't even cry about It no more tears left within Had I kept our lil secret My little brother Would have been my kid AND THIS IS THE LIFE THAT I AM FORCED TO LIVE Pt3 Come and take a step into my world take a walk through my life there is very little light so u better hold on tight The other kids say I'm ugly cause I dress so bummy Mommy tries her hardest but its still not enough money Everyday is a constant fight Burning candles at night This month we had to choose between food or the lights The kids at school all laugh because they say my sneakers lean To make it all worst Even the teachers are mean Every night I ask God why I mean, I'm only just a kid BUT THIS IS THE LIFE THAT I WAS BORN TO LIVE ✍️ Until Paper meets Pen Again (DM)

There it sits, in shadows cast, Silent keeper of the past, Worn and weary, wood and thread, Holding all the words unsaid. Still it waits, both proud and bare, Memories etched in empty air, Once a throne of laughter bright, Now just echoes through the night. I see you there, though you are gone, Your presence lingered far too long, Stories told and secrets shared, Now just whispers, unprepared. How many mornings did we greet Side by side in that old seat? Coffee steaming, sun would rise, Love reflected in your eyes. But life moved on, like rivers bend, And fate, it took my dearest friend. Left behind this vacant space, A hollow shape where love took place. And yet I sit and talk to you, Pretending like I used to do, As if your warmth still fills the air, And you’re just resting in that chair. So here I’ll stay, until I find The strength to leave it all behind, But for now, it’s where I dare To dream you’re here, in that empty chair. By Jason Strickland

She snapped!!! She snapped because she was all alone. She snapped because where did she go wrong? She snapped because she saw no other way to do things. She snapped because she felt so sad, so down there was nothing left to do, but let it out. In her dark place, she lay dwelling on the day. Thinking about how she could have changed the outcome of things. Trying to put the puzzle together losing herself while on her journey. Thinking of ways to change the time laps. If only there was a way to reverse it. Jotting down her every thought. Catching every tear that falls. The visions just won't stop. So she snapped….. She snapped at the thought of losing you. She snapped at the thought of not holding you. She snapped because there were no longer two of you. She snapped because she knew life would be different without you. A life without you was a life not worth living. So she snapped… Traveling down a lonely dark highway with no lights on with the hope of finding someone who would come around and shed light on her life. Not seeing a way out she began to drink her sorrows away. Hiding her pain and sorrow either way. Knowing the drinks only covered her for the moment she drank it anyway, feeling sorry for herself she would continue for two years. Feeling sorry for her children she would act as if she was never bothered. So she snapped…. She snapped because she was lost, not even the beautiful world she once connected to could help her. Not a friend or family member could help lift this dark cloud off her shoulders. So she snapped….. Thinking that maybe she should just die herself. I mean who would care “hell” no one is around anyway. So she began to do drugs hoping that would help because the drinks were not enough. Slowly dipping into a downward spiral even deeper than before, blocking everyone out. She thought she needed more time, more time to figure things out, more time to adjust, more time to feel love, more time to learn, more time to grow. But on the way she snapped….thoughts of a dangerous mind

I tried to Stop But nothing works Sometimes I need it so bad that it hurts Started with a Blunt A Dutch and a Light Then I popped a Pill Sniffed a Line, Hit the Pipe Troubles fade away For that One split second Damn near O'D twice Would of thought I learn my Lesson Lost my House, my Husband And even my Kids No longer sexually attractive I fell in love with that glass D*** The emptiness I felt when I hit that pipe Was Ironically enough To take over my Whole life So as I sit here with this knife gripped tight I ask God to please forgive me For all the wrongs I cannot make Right And for all my Sins I now sacrifice my Life!! Until Paper Meets Pen Again ✍️