Life, As You Don't See It
Author: Justus Isaiah Richardson


You'd like to think, out there it's rosy,
All our children are comfy cozy.

No darkness prowls among the masses,
What are you wearing, rose colored glasses?

Get a clue, it's in your own back yard!
But you turn away and show no regard.

Here I am. Am I what you expect?
I am the product of your neglect.

On the darkened streets I learned my trade.
The tools of which, were the gun and blade.

I practiced my skill with the gun and knife,
And with that skill I took many a life.

So go ahead and avert your eyes,
While yet another innocent dies.

You're just one person, what could you do?
What if the victim next time was you?

Would you want others to just turn away?
Ignore your plight, and get on with their day?

Neither did Denny, Javier or Don,
But that's what you did, and now they are gone.

If this is what you want, then so be it.
And I'll live this life, as you don't see it.


Comments on this poem/writing:

Justus Isaiah Richardson ( -- Sunday, May 18 2003, 02:29 am


Yeah! Just ignore it and maybe it'll never victimize you. Maybe it'll even go away. Not!
Mark Spencer ( -- Wednesday, May 21 2003, 11:10 pm

Too bad.

It's sad when people ignore a problem and hope it goes away without their involvement. Give a human being the comforts he or she requires and that will be all that person needs out of life. Who cares about anyone else? As long as they have what they need, it doesn't matter what happens to you. Take everything away from them, and suddenly they care. Mostly about themselves still, but they're more likely to notice you when they have nothing. Sad, but true of a vast majority of people in this world. Great message Justus.

Justus Isaiah Richardson ( -- Thursday, May 22 2003, 10:59 pm

What's sad is this....

You got so many great messages in the poems you write, and it really is sad that so many of these people, who really need messages like yours, just boycot your work. I've read alot of the poems on this site, and my God, so many of the people on this site alone, at least need to read your stuff. I need those messages as much or more than most people. But at least, when I get to the other side, and I'm, by chance, confronted by the God of the Bible, I won't get the stupid look on my face that so many others will wear, and say oops. I'd hate to be one of those know-it-all's who, in the end, when it's too late, discover they really didn't know jack. Thanks Rev., for everything.
Mark Spencer ( -- Friday, May 23 2003, 01:55 am


Thank you Justus. My poems are as much a message for me as they are for others. Thanks again. See you Tomorrow.

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