Mental health is important cause let’s face it we ALL GO THROUGH SOME TOUGH SHYT!! My poems focus on subjects that are sensitive and situations Many go through but are too afraid to speak about! Although my Poetry is not a direct reflection of my personal life, I KNOW Somewhere out there people go through the situations that I am moved to write about!! This is a safe place to explore those deep dark emotions trials and tribulations and testimonies that are often buried deep and never spoken about!! Thank you for being apart of my community I hope you enjoy and I look forward to reading some of your work!!

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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)

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

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