This blog is dedicated to the art of creative expression. Writing is a tool that can transform many lives. In fact, the written word can also provide comfort and encouragement, especially during times when “speaking” can be difficult. Do you need a vote of confidence or encouragement to make it through the day? Poetry is an art form that transcends boundaries, often taking the reader on a journey. This blog will showcase various experiences in my life, while welcoming expressive contributions from you. The first poem I will share is entitled “Hey Playa.” A player is someone associated with a team, such as basketball or football. However, a “playa” is someone who believes they can achieve things in life without trying, oftentimes exploring unethical means to achieve success. Enjoy!
Young men, it’s time to take inventory. Be strong; do the right thing!
Hey “playa” … hater … stone cold instigator!
You think you’re slick … but you’re living a myth.
Once on the high road, making good grades.
Scholarship in tow, you were all the rage.
Role model, volunteer, mama’s good son.
Not an ounce of trouble … always a job well done!
Hey “playa” … what happened? Man, you’re a hot mess!
Givin’ up all those dreams … just to “impress.”
Temptation, money … the so-called glamorous life!
Thuggin’ … drug runnin’ … even wielding a knife!
Hey “playa,” wake up! You think you’re “oh so” cool.
Pants below your waist … foul mouth … but you’re acting a fool!
Rap sheet … hard time … So, where are your boys now?
Arrested for murder … after a drug deal gone down!
Hey “playa” … hater … change your “wicked” ways!
Once mama’s good son … now one foot in the grave.
Young man, you need to realize. That’s no way to behave!
Get away from that grave. Bury the hate!
Just realize … it’s not too late!
© 2010 by Rameca Vincent Leary