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Where Will I End Up
By Leon Sykes
Youth Radio's Leon Sykes takes a look in the mirror and gives himself a reality check. In this poem, he analyzes everything he has been through and asks himself a very difficult question, who is the real Leon Sykes?
I don't where my world is taking me. I've attempted to be all that I can.
But at times I know it's just not enough. Stressed throwing my hands up
Yellin " Help me out, lemme know what's up" Where am I gonna end up? I've
created sides of me that I thought were just used for writing this rhyming
literature. I thought it was going to work. But like any unstable human it
started to fuse into reality. Sure it sounds good. Sure some parts are
suburban life...Others are real Niggaish from Treacherous parts of the hood.
Maybe a movie in the works, or some new television show that has all the
works for success. Who am I kidding. These three together make it the
greatest ever. Being me is something that's supposed to be easy. But it's
hard for me to have these three around at the same time. Leon's too shy,
self-conscious, Kojo is the intellectual ready for any challenge. D.Nastee
is that flirtatious guy ready to charm any that come befores him. Yea you
heard it before, same story. Starting to get boring? Or is it? With all
these sides I should walk like a giant. Perfect combination. But to who am I
lyin? I really can't understand how to put them together. So I walk around
like a midget. Where will I end up if I can't get it together? My life is
lived as I've seen it on TV...Reality is something I still have no concept
of. As you know I've been a sucka for love. Yet still a sucka for groupie
hugs, as well as a sucka for groupie love. Momma's love me for the charm I
exude. When I get serious my ladies hate me for the charm I exude. That's
soemthing I can't help. Cant'do without. Where will I end up? Suicide? Or
Just Broken Heart? I can't predict what it may be. I do know when I'm out
here I have schitzo patterns. Like Who am I? Leon Or D.Nastee? Some of my
words are confused with blasphemy. But it's really not...then I realize it's
not them laughin with me...but at me. I'm Gaggin. Ready to release all that
I've kept in. Tears anxiously hoping to pour down my cheeks. Deadly thoughts
hoping they can be reached. Released. Fo'get the lease. The inner saint in
me is ready to climb out and preach. I jus wonder where will I end up. A
shaky shamble of my former self. Or a genius able to give everyone help!??!
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