Struggle

A poem of life.

By Damon R. Matthews

I struggle for C.R.E.A.M., the struggle is mean

I’ve struggled with dope fiends since I was a teen.

I struggle with drugs, chokin’ on buds

I struggle with alcohol cuz I love feelin’ buzzed.

I struggle with life, I struggle with death

I struggle knowing Mom will take her last breath.

I struggle with demons, I struggle when dreamin’

I struggle as I wake up in the night sweat streamin.’

I struggle with cronies, I struggle with phonies

I struggle to shake the crowd, run only with solid homies.

I struggle with Crips, I struggle with Bloods

I struggle not to trip on those mean mugs.

I struggle with fears, I struggle with tears

And as I’ve struggled through all these years

one thing remains clear

life is a great big puzzle

and if you plan on putting it together

be prepared to struggle.

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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