Poem For Tupac Shakur

Money, fame, smack,
backs may turn on you,
but they never will see,
that firing desire inside of you.

Changes go around,
dedications go out to our government,
but they never did push for you
or me,
they just want what is best for them,
but, nothing they have,
suits me or you.

Whether years go by,
or they end and we all die,
pushing to try,
living some type of dream,
words and racism,
guns and murder,
following you.

Oh, god,
help us,
we the ones they lack to see,
we speak of pains,
speak of sorrow,
but I do not understand,
why they do not look at me,
or you.

So are we deserving?
Do we need this attention, gleaming down on us,
or should we be,
like no other,
running out,
from those who hurt the the poor,
we live in poverty,
lack of soul.

Me and you,
You and I,
just remember something,
everyone remembers the ones
that are different.
That is me and you.
You
and
I.


-Zack Pomerleau, December 23, 2006. For Tupac Shakur.