Change His Story

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Change His Story
———————————————-—-He was a youth neglected
Gang life he accepted
In dead end street he landed
Now in a coffin forever stranded.
Let us do our part
to reach out to
many a child
neglected.
Let us work
together to
seek out
many a youth
disconnected.
A life goal… to
see many a gang
disbanded.
©️18-05-19 DENyamekye

 

 

 

 

 

Childhood knocks & knock on Effects … Awareness

(Poem – The Awakening below ) 

This is Mental Health Week UK (13-19th May) and Mental Health Month (May) USA

As we all know, there is a knock on effect to problematic issues that happen in our childhood. Thought patterns more often than not become “twisted” due to feelings of anger, revenge or seeking retaliation. Anger and negativity is projected on other people who remind one the abuser.

Some young people join gangs for affirmation, acceptance and love as a result.

The beginning of the healing process is when one realises they have a problem and are willing to confront it head on and seek help.
Hopefully bringing awareness to such issues will cause many to do just that; self-assess, acknowledge a problem, resolve to face it through options available including support. This is because without doing so the future is bleak and potential for greatness and a bright future is never tapped into or realised.

Let those of us who can do our part; Raising Awareness Saves a destiny <> Saves a life

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The Awakening 

Razor is my man, loves me and calls me “son”. speaks to me like a Father so I joined his gang “Blades in the Hood”, sooner than later.

My boy self was chained tight to papa, crying like a sissy every night, since he slammed the door shut, his face never again to see.

I lie… I see his face still… even at night curled up like a child.

I see his face in grown men

withering in pain,

crying out,

begging for mercy,

everytime our knives and guns do their thing…target their prey.

And I hear the laughing voice in my head “pay back time!”. Feeling like superman, chains unlocked and riding high…

But …but another voice like mama’s rings louder “life is a lie, get help now!”

Life is a lie, I need help now!

©️26-12-2018 DENyamekye

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Gang Life …Not A Life!

(Spoken Word Poetry)

Introduction: Gang life is a lifestyle for those whose self worth or purpose on earth is dependent on or derived from being part of a gang. 

For someone to become a member of a gang, there are reasons that include these three points; A desire to 

-belong to a family structure and feel accepted

-be loved 

-feel their opinions and life matters.

None of these three desires were fulfilled in their formative years at home among family members for various reasons and therefore as they grow up, the young people seek fulfilment through friends and acquaintances surrounding them. 

Many young people and adults have engaged in murder, robbery and other criminal activity as a result of being part of gangs. 

They have also self harmed through drug and alcohol addiction. 

Multitudes have ended up in jail and have been killed. 

3A1FB516-0B90-46A3-849D-EF05F94F37F8In this spoken word piece “Gang Life not a Life”, the futility and dangers of gang life are addressed and highlighted:

Gang life, not a life but a distraction, a bonding of vision borne out of anger, a uniting of mission unto danger.

Don’t wanna feel a reck! 

Opposing society is the gang man, sees his ego, it’s downsizing.

Don’t wanna to be kept in check! 

Inflating as somebody, while society deflates him: a nobody.

Don’t care about a pay cheque! 

Walking in step with the corrupt, in unison they trek to no man’s land.

Absolutely must gain respect!  

Hailed as a destroyer, gang land trophies to amass: preferred, than be mocked: a worm in the hood. 

Gang life, composing a future jail bird’s song.

Gang life, weaving a eulogy to come. 

Gang life…not a life !

©Mar2018DENyamekye