Jesus G’s Poems

Pair Of Shoes

I woke up feeling like I am not enough,

people saying im too basic,

You only seem to use me when you go out or too look clean,

this dont make no sense to me you wont last a day being me,

When I was new, it was like a never ending relationship, everything seemed so fine and perfect.

Now its like im stuck in a nightmare, 

I get thrown to the side like a second option,

others get compliments but you never seem to complement me,

so how can I let it be, can’t you see,

I guess in reality I'm stuck in a dream.

Fuck you and the way they feel, I’m the better option yes I may be purple, but I bet they cant get as fly as me,

Jordan ain’t make me I MADE HIM,

I'M THE BEST PAIR!,

I'm Jesus' main pair of shoes.

I Hate Waking Up

Daylight too bright, early morning birds chirping too much light coming through im getting in a mood,

Cars honking, dogs barking, people walking wondering why there's so much talking.

I’m so comfortable it feels like I’m in Santa claus sleigh I don’t want to get out of bed,

Waking up early feels like a living hell, people get no food, 

or rest and always walk with a mood being rude.

Then we come to school to deal with foo’s,

that don't like to be in school causing trouble and not being class,

It looks like a zoo.

This is not it waking up early,

Stings like a bee, I just want to go back to sleep.

My Chicago

A is for Alcapone, as B is for the bean,

C is for Chicago, cruising through the Drake

motel, on a late Evening Focused on my Goal. 

Dont where ill go, Having thoughts I cant keep closed,

Just focused on moving on Knowing I cant fold.

LSD riding thru drowning in My thoughts, I cant get no sleep 

Michigan street aint much to see, but birds on they feet,

Nothing better than the cold Chicago breeze, so cold you can freeze.

Oak park aint too deep, you can walk around and see pieces of cultures you may never meet.

Staying on my Ps and Qs, but it feels like dont got a clue, 

Running through grams a day, but I still can't seem to get away. 

Till the end never will I ever Vent, Wanting more but feeling less,

dont know What to do, 

actually im through with it, this don’t make any sense cause I zoomed through it.

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