Poetry Corner: Poetry My Pain

Poetry Corner: Poetry My Pain

The blood that was born into these veins,

An exquisite interior was also born into an exterior pain.

One that no matter what you do to amass your fortune and fame,

Nothing would change.

A dark cloud cast upon me a beautiful gift seen as a threat,

Hate soaked like wondering hours in the rain.

My story never one that'll matter because of my hue,

Point your finger I must be the one to blame.

I'm guilty a melanin descendant of the creator fighting for equality,

Or the instance you'll acknowledge me but I'm the one labeled strange.

Evan Wheeler hails from Camden, NJ. Most know him as Huey X, which is his selected born again name. It was selected by his love of Huey P Newton and Malcolm X who he follows for their beliefs and looks up to as his mentors. Huey is a well educated brother by the standards of college, as well as being a self taught activist and revolutionary through his experiences in life. He also thinks of himself as an entrepreneur being involved in so many different fields that include: poetry, writing, youth advocacy, business development, investing, and production. He is, “Always looking to advance the culture & legacy ".

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