​Fellow Man​
by Maleymi Burgos 
I know nothing about foot prints in the sand
I leave blood prints on the land
I hug strips and peace my crew
I hold grips and puff spliffs
I f*ck dicks and slap chicks
listen
I see nothing but blue uniforms carrying yellow tape
Hearing another mother cries
Dropping on her knees begging to some lord asking why
I watch and observe with my fellow man
This is what we call a no mans land
No man or woman will survive
Its funny how the only thing guaranteed in life Is death
It’s infinite
It haunts us
It snatches babies before they take their first breath
Its karma
It taunts us
You see it’s the only thing guaranteed on these streets
I know nothing about foot prints in the sand
All I know is How to survive
I take care of me…
We have to stand tall and get right
no weakness can be showed
Man up!
The hood is all I know
Cooking up that soft making it hard
One team living that hood American dream
Fast cash
Bottles popping
The world is ours
Sunny days slowly turning to cloudy stormy nights
Shots fired body drops
Young faces soon to be memories
Then to be forgotten
You see I know nothing about foot prints on the sand
I know nothing about having him hold me down
Never knew about praying and the power it held
Never knew too much about faith
I survived off pride
Making sure my feelings didn’t get hurt and if they did making sure you knew nothing of it
Making sure there was nothing you could say that didn’t make me better than you
Cause you see I was better and every one knew
I cant be weak
No
Not in these streets
all I know about is what is here and who is holding me down
days when stomachs touches backs and starving is a fact
we don’t look up and pray im sorry
reality isn’t built that way
had an interesting convo the other day
young brother spoke of how when he got money his family never needs
and when he doesn’t he grabs the grip
and sorry to say but someone child becomes a memory
he needed a come up and though its f*ck up its life
so foot prints in the sand dont help my fellow man
it doesn’t feed the homeless
it doesn’t protect the weak
and my poem isn’t a diss to your belief
im just saying
I know nothing about being carried
I been stomped and watched my own blood bleed
I seen death and felt cold soulless bodies speak
All this struggling never made me weak
it has taught me to appreciate things I hold dear to me
To be emotionless so no man or woman can tell what feeling are being felt because you see
I cant love you that makes me weak
So I puff on that green I get numb to the world
Sitting here hoping someone in this audience knows what I mean
To think inside im just a lonely girl dying in her cage
no
I know nothing about foot prints in the sand
All I ever known was and is about leaving blood prints on my land!