You lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Nothing but thoughts on your mind.

There was nothing that could explain your feeling.

From you blanket that helped to hid from fears,

To you pillow which helped you wallow in tears,

There was nothing that could help your feelings.

 From people in your neighborhood who were close to getting shot,

To the rich girls in your neighborhood whose boyfriends called them ‘Hot’

There was nothing to sooth your feelings.

From the people who fought,

They always surrounded your thoughts.

This never burned your rage.

From robbers who hoped not to get caught,

To cops who fired shots,

They never helped your thoughts.

To the happiness others never obtained,

To the money others claimed,

You’d think it’d ought to sooth your thought.

 What Will help?

Maybe you could let out a yelp.

But no one will hear, And some may fear.