Micah Harris
Micah was born and raised in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, and spent most of his free time playing baseball and basketball throughout his youth. At 1am on August 16th, 1999, at the age of 19, Micah and his friend Max were shot while stopped at a redlight. The shooters were after Max who two months earlier had shot one of them. Max was shot once and died; Micah was shot five times and lived. Currently an aspiring poet and motivational speaker, Micah hopes to change the youth’s lives through poetry and stories from his life experiences. In his free time, Micah likes to lift weights and read crime dramas. His poetry has been published in Wheeling & Healing: A Poetry Anthology Edited by OPEN DOORS Reality Poets.
Poems
By Any Means Necessary
They say I gotta ol’ soul
They ain’t neva lie
And I view life thru a rebel’s eye
I don’t trust history
Becuz I doubt the text
With my beard and specs
I feel like Malcolm X
By any means necessary
Ima bout to flex
Disrespect my handle and see what happens next
They say the truth hurts
And I say so be it
Ima kill em softly so they won’t even feel it
I’ma give birth to a whole new nation
And show how we all connect like a nurse to a patient
I’ma be that first one to pull to that station
So chill, come take a ride wit me as I talk to these racists
By any means necessary, I’m all up in ya faces
Even if that means I gotta catch a few cases
By any means necessary, I ain’t never lie
I aim for the heart
Becuz that’s where the devil hides
They always try to label me as the
Troubled guy
But like I told you from the start, I view life thru a rebel’s eyes
By any means necessary…..
This Wheelchair Life
This wheelchair life is not a game
Ever since I got paralyzed, my life hasn't been the same
But I will never be ashamed to let the whole world know my struggles and pain
Life is an adventure, I am an inventor
In the midst of chaos, I am calm in my center
Coldest than the throes of the winter, yet so warm, I could stove up November
You know who I am bruh, betchu didn’t know I’m a world class orator, wheelchair warrior
Everything I move through those hospital corridors
All I get is love from the locals and the foreigners
Cuz they see my spirit, betta yet they feel it
And I may be injured, but my insides iz healing
And I stay positive while I’m free-wheelin’
This world can’t break me
God won’t forsake me
As long as I’m in his arms, that's what they called safety
If you knew my struggles you’d be crazy to hate me
Or underestimate me
I am what God made me
You’re a Rider
Bambi, you’re the cotton to my candy
Bambi, you’re the reason why I’m so antsy
You've been there just like family
I know at times you really couldn't stand me
Cuz of my attitude
Butchu gave me latitude
So these words are to show my gratitude
I was a battered dude
When we first met each other
Wanted to die
But now I wanna live forever
Becuz you show there was a life beyond my injuries
You made my life worthwhile by giving me memories
Even when I was colder than a December breeze
You were there for me Bambi, and you didn't leave
So in closing, I thank God, the Father,
For bringing you in my life, you’re a rider