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Marcus Lacewell was in a disabling motorcycle accident on 12/26/1999.  The doctors said that I would never walk, or think for myself ever again.  Since, I have moved from a wheelchair to a walker, from a walker to a four pronged cane, from a four pronged cane to a regular walking cane and from that to no assistant device. While going through this process, I graduated from two colleges.  I desire to work around young adults in hopes that I can motivate & inspire them.
 

Featured Poem 

       Looking Through New Eyes:  Post Accident

When I got out of the hospital, I could feel Hate pushing out of me;
it wasn't gone yet, but I knew it couldn't beat me.

People always said that God had plans so he allowed the accident;
me being me, I couldn't see me not being independent.

First, I was pre-judged because I'm black, now I'm disabled;
employers see I'm disabled and their faces change like a radio.

I think, 'Why did I go to those colleges, why was I involved in that extra stuff I did;'
employers 'minus-well' tell me to do a prison bid.

I should just go to the block and do my thang;
they leaving me no options, but to go insane.


           My Dad's Features


I look at myself in mirror and I don't see myself;
am I transforming, or something else.

I look at my eyes, my lips and even my nose;
I see my dad's features from my head to my toes.

I go outside I hear, "you look, and act, like your dad;"
I stop and think, 'Should I be happy or sad.'

I guess the only one that can answer him;
like an actor on stage, they didn't REALLY KNOW him.

Just like now, they don't really know me;
all I can do is live, die and make sure everyone remembers me.