The Rain Soaked Boulevard

This was my first poem...Born, I believe it was a rainy night, that`s why when lightning strikes I`m not filled with fright. I’m fulfilled actually, so when the rain drips off of me, the demons pass me. I don`t like the sun, really I don`t, it reminds me of what I can do, but just won`t. Power`s cut off, ps2 for hours, but I welcome the interruption of heavy showers. Babies cry, mothers hold them tight, not me, I know everything will be all right. I stand alone, even in a crowd full of people, who would`ve known I could ever not be feeble. Chap Stick applied to my lips, they`re kind of dry, I look up to God & I ask how high, is the sky, & why must I continually try, when I really jus wanna yell, simply because of the fact that I`m afraid to fail. One night after me & my mom had an altercation, my personality had a new alteration, it wasn’t a good sensation, in fact it led to me & God having weakened relations. I asked him that night, why must I cry, & when I do why does another part of me die? I`m supposed to get stronger, but the anger & sadness last longer. I feel weaker, while my future continually looks bleaker. I must have walked two miles in the rain, who knew for a mother, a son could hold such disdain. I hear from girls that my eyes are pretty, but what I saw & see through them makes me feel shitty. Ladies look, but they don’t say much, maybe because it`s clear to them that I’m out of touch. I keep wantin’ my dream to come to fruition, but I keep gettin limited by women’s intuition. Who knew I would amount to this, maybe life would be better if I was a chemical alchemist. Nah, too much work for me son, take the easy route that`ll be much more fun. Then what will you think when your life is done? Forget all that I`m young, I gotta live, but won`t my mind become less active? See all of this thinkin in only 5 minutes, with my complicated life no wonder women are hesitant to get in it. Once paid a visit to an old place, hopin it`ll put a smile on my young face. It did, just for a little bit, now it`s back to the same old miss, she`s yellin, I`m repellin, God make her stop sendin punches to my melon. I`m cryin as a result of what she jus did, these can’t be man actions so I treat myself like a kid. She`s done, whew! The drink made her pass out; too bad that doesn’t do anything for the mark on my mouth. Patter, patter, patter, patter, I hear it so clearly, feels 1000 miles away but I lay so nearly. Creative juices flowin now, I cant stop it, it`s like a rapper`s hustle, it`s hard to knock it. I must be dreaming I have to assuredly, cuz there`s no way peace would ever pursue me. I`m on the boulevard walkin’ nice & slow, the rains constant, so God don`t stop the flow. I feel it in my heart, every fiber of my being, the rain IS me, & it gave me the reason to start believing......

- JioVanni