Betrayal: The false promise of gang life

A poem that reveals the truth behind the façade.

By Damon R. Matthews

I gave you my best years

you rewarded me with tears.

Instead of lifting me when I was down

you created death in my inner-city town.

You told me it was “homie love,” you said it was “fo’ life”

then you produced the poisoned fruit and seduced me to take a bite.

So I pushed that G-code, prepared to do it til I got old

always putting your needs first, and putting my family’s on hold

You made me so cold

more toxic than mold.

Like four flat tires I tried to slow my roll

but you didn’t want to see me leave

you preferred to see me make others bleed.

This wasn’t love, this was hate

that left me dealing with a lotta heartbreak.

My fate now lies up north all day

at Pelican Bay

where I sit betrayed

cuz your love, you said, would stay.

Deception is your middle name

with you it’s pain and that’s no game.

Independence is a precious thang

you spotted mine and you took aim.

You. Turned. My blue skies. Gray.

I am so done doing things your way.

About the Author

A native of Los Angeles, Damon R. Matthews is a former gang member and current anti-gang crusader. He enjoys writing and performing songs and penning stories.

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