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.
