Too Little, Too Late. (Very 1st slam poem/spoken word)

Here we lie as a small piece of this 'rhythm nation',

with overflows of disaster & accusation and

no positive representation.

for how long? for how long shall we hide

behind the tears already cried

and our spirits constantly wired .........with fear?

fear that no one will change us

or save us from this never-ending hell.

yes only time will truly tell , but merely 

it's just the start coming to an end & frankly, i don't wanna pretend.

pretend that it's all good on the block and in the neighborhood,

knowing damn well I'd escape from the death trap if I could.

Coulda, shoulda, woulda

but hey, what's it to ya?

why expect perfection from a class A screw up?

failed you all in life,

no room for any of my strife.

it's time i earned my stripes

and bid you all good night.

good night, sad place.

so long, wasted space.

wish I could stay some more time

but I gotta wrap up this race.

I'm running against myself ,

attempting to yell for help

but it's too late cause my health

has become the equivalent of my wealth : BROKEN.

and as I lay there choking,

my mind gets to floating

and the coroner has sliced my body to reveal

what little I could hold in.

inside me, there lied the truth,

the majesty that was my youth and it's a shame

that it came out just so you all  could watch it go POOF.......