Focused
See these snapshots
Like flash, focused, record
Men stand under the shade
Collect daily pay
The illegal way
When...beer bottles are being tipped over
Transactions are being sold
Near school yards
With weed smoke
So gone...
Trapped like a lost child
Who has a home
But refuses to stay young
And act grown
Just a baby and all alone
Stuck inside the hype game
Of videos gleaming sexual innuendo
Tresspassing into soulds
Still confused...
A thought interferes
I don't care what they say
What's to speak of happiness
Like butterfly kisses and nice wishes??
Smiles and sweetness
Not on this list
I speak realness
Thru shattered tales
Thru...
Failed mentalities of combating thru our own journies
That I see as everyday life 20 times magnified
I got the suburban population
Listening to what I'm saying
There ain't no comical gestures
We are at war with our selves!!
I lost a part of myself
Surrounding myself to educate those
How not to be myself
Now you tell me
Who's next for me to address???
Copyright © Aja Lloyd | Year Posted 2006
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