this is a poem i just wrote, sometimes i cant write for shit and sometimes poems are formed in my mind when im feeling something...anyway,it's really short, i think it should add some to it, tell me what ya think:

Oh who was he who said his mind could not be killed?
Oh he who lived in Earth's dark Hell and still set goals to have his dream fullfilled?
Oh he who had a mind that held too much to have his dreams defferred?
Oh he who's thoughts spread wide but sentiments were never heard?
Oh he was born beneath the dirt, was trampled on but never truly hurt.
For he was far too strong and wise, and far too brave that even facing death he'd never flee.
Oh well, he was and still is me.

Add on if you like, but most importantly, ask yourself: Am I truly happy with this piece. If you think you are, leave it alone. But until you feel that the piece is complete, then by God, make ever change to it until you feel that it is complete.

When I first started reading it.....I was reminded of John Milton's Satan in Paradise Lost. But that is irrelevant.
This was definitely interesting and proves to be a staement more or less that the protagonist is shouting to the audience. Sounds as though you are expressing to the world that you can be kicked and pushed and shoved and trampled upon, but you will not be deterred from your goals.
This poem somewhat holds the view of "the ends justify the means" philosophy.

Kind of like Christopher Lloyd in Back to the Future Part 2:
"We must succeed"

Thanks for the feedback. I wrote it in a matter of minutes, and I think I I'll leave it like that cuz that's the way it came out. Basically, I wanted to express that even though I lived in the barrio and had to put up with a lot of shit and people trying to keep me down, I will still rise as high as possible, and nothing can stop me.