Dominic Stevenson Presents: The City Lights

I’m a poet in a Langston Hughes state of Mind
You can find me in central park working on a rhyme
My mom thinks I don’t appreciate things at all
But, I’ll never forget the promises I made to you
And my dad applies pressure like everyday
But, I know he’s just trying to help me be a better man
And my little brother just left for school
So he can prove that he ain’t no fool
I hope a lil of me rubbed off on you
And don’t let em change you no matter what they do
Cause they know how to turn an innocent boy into a monster
At the end of the night you’ll just be left pondering
My Grandparents, that’s where I get my strength from
Inner resilience, the power of one
Without you.. I would fall victim to this cold world
Cause I’m everywhere these people have never been before
But I’m exhausted, barely breathing on the ER floor
Maybe it’s because of all these fakes and lames
Storytellers calling out my name
The only reason I smile is because of You
And I’ll never forget what you do
So I’ll meet you at the City in the sky where we can all sing together

- Dominic Stevenson

You say the best is yet to come, well that’s a lie
Just something to say to make it all seem alright.
The best is not coming, not in this life
It’s all up to you to get through the night

Nobody’s going to help you, you’re nothing to them.
And nobody’s going to care, you’re just not worth it
And nobody’s going to notice when you’re gone
Because nobody notices when you are even there

The best is not yet to come, and that’s the cold hard truth
Just try not to think of it in the middle of the night
Don’t listen to them who tell you it’s true
Because I’m here to tell you it’s not going to be alright

Nobody’s going to help you, you’re nothing to them
And nobody’s going to care, you’re just not worth it
And nobody’s going to notice when you are gone
Because nobody notices when you’re even there

-Brandon Sagaser

World War 2
I’m trapped in this room
Nazis took away the only home I ever knew
Beautiful Paris, or what once was
They took away my family. Why? just because
They told us that we had to wear a yellow star
Simply to just identify who we are
The shot my dad dead in front of our eyes
And my momma cried
They took my brother and I to a camp, and branded us with some kind of stamp
I’m starting to lose my hair, but I don’t care
I just want my family to get out of here
They came from the sky
They came for the sea
With shots in the air all around me
The sky has been grey for awhile now
Until I have peace…I will never calm down
I feel like Anne Frank

-Dominic Stevenson