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Better Peices

You were old and new all at once
A deadly temptation 
A glitch in my solid nature
And so I dove head first
And as I did I watched the pieces
Of me break away
To reveal an alien 
A rawness, a vulnerability 
I had never thought I possessed
Yet there I was 
And there you were unchanged 
And unaware that I was scrambling 
For my better peices


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BROKEN SOLDIER

BROKEN SOLDIER 
You broke me down, You built me up, You made me stronger, You made me tough.

Ive been to war, Through hell and back, I came back empty, Soul broken and cracked.

I've missed many days, Missed many nights with my family I hold so tight.

Birthdays, Christmas, Opening day, Making the playoffs ,even school plays

don't get me wrong, I did this by choice, But now that I'm "broken" I have no voice.

I want to stay, You say no, You're broken soldier you must go.

you say speak up, It's ok, The Army is different in this day in age.

We care about you, We want you to succeed, You have what?...PTSD

I know I said talk, That it was okay, But something like that, Doesn't go away.

We can't give you a gun, Got to take back them boots, They say that it happens, People snap and they shoot.

I'm sorry to tell you, But that just ain't true, I'm a soldier a veteran I did this for you.

Now I'm left with memories of people and places.

Along with new ones.
People's faces, When I say I was in.
But now I'm out.
They ask me why
I cry and I shout.
I'm a BROKEN SOLDIER 
who was pushed out.
- Spc.Katherine Parker 


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Things go wrong

Love hurts and people change. Things go wrong and things get strange. But life goes on and you only life it once. Be strong cause things will get better over the months. I thought I was heartbroken, I thought you were my world. You fooled me though, made me think I was your only girl. But all along, you didnt care. Im not sure, your were even completely there. But now I've moved on, when I thought it was impossible. I had to be the bigger person in this breakup, I was responsible. I let it get to me, but I didnt let it ruin me completely. I didnt do anything about the hurt you caused me, I acted so sweetly. I let you walk all over me, I tried to ignore how you disrespected me. But when I ended things, the pain was easier to see.


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GoodBye

                               GOODBYE

I miss the way you hugged me when I cried and how you told me how you loved me 
every night but now you won't even look at me and you don't even talk to me 
anymore and when I'm upset you just laugh and walk away........... All I want to 
know is what did I do that was so bad that you treat me like a punching bag........ I 
miss the way you kissed me but I guess you've moved on and I try boy do I try but 
your all I dream about all I think about is you, you were my world and now your 
gone I'm so lost without you I cry every night because someone will say your 
name....... What I miss most of all is that I could tell you anything but now you won't 
even listen.............. What kills me is you saying goodbye for good goodbye god 
those words kill me every time good bye good bye good bye....


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dysfunctional

It’s my life not expecting you to understand it
A man who when he was a boy his mother abandoned
Alienated like I arrived from another planet
While you were with your family joking, laughing and eating a peanut butter sandwich
I was moved from foster families and children’s homes
Surrounded by people but feeling alone
 Everything I go through is some kind of building zone
Treated differently because I’m not wanted or loved by my dad, sister mum or brother
Feel like everyone trying to get to know me is working undercover
So the first thing I do is run for cover
Opposites attract I’m cold inside does that make me summer’s lover?
Being uncomfortable makes me comfortable
I feel safe being vulnerable
I’ll be the first to say I’m dysfunctional
Am I supposed to lie and say everything all great and wonderful?
Should I already understand and know it all?
You belittle me but I’m still growing tall
You wanted me to catch but you didn’t even throw the ball
An insomniac and I know Money can buy a bed but not sleep
But how much would a meaningful hug cost me?
I could wish and pray to the sky
But that’s just not me
Anytime love got me
It seems that Luck lost me
So I Push away the people I want to stay by my side
The ones who are worth your tears won’t make you cry
I could do 99 good deeds for you
But you would count the mistakes I make in life
So I don’t even try no more
I don’t cry no more
Love no one trust no one, **** them all
If you want to walk out my life. Here let me hold the door


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A Yearn for a Smile 9-21-11

	A yearn… simply something that you want or long for. As a yearn to finish, a yearn to achieve, a yearn for a like, a yearn for a smile is something that you drastically want, a desire. Something that you spend long hours, nights even day dreaming hours thinking about how you can earn that smile. What can you do…. or what can you say … things such as a conversation sparks, likes even dislikes, mostly anything that will crack a smile. These are things that truly show signs of something far greater than fame, sex, money, power. What is it? Something more than I have yet to find. So as I search for the answer I over shoot the entrance with rapid thinking of what she wants, her likes, her dislikes. But truly it will only be earned by who you are, what you want to be, yourself, your feelings your desires, your yearn. So when you yearn for that smile or that special something it can only be earned by being you, no one else. Take a look at yourself in the mirror and try to see past the makeup or tan or piercing and just look at yourself… then take that image and imprint it to yourself forever because to find happiness and your yearn  can only be earned one way. Trying to watch her and she how she reacts to certain things just to make myself seem better when I finally open my mouth to her will only make you distant from that special someone.  With me I personally see myself as buff pierced orange person, while trying to continue to follow the people who I look up to the most. So as you struggle and go through life’s trials and tribulations always look at your yearn or what it once it what was. Think about how you felt when you failed or succeeded and try to make yourself a better person from it. Not by adding more glamour or appeal to yourself but by being closer to yourself. What you really are. Because only then can you truly say you earned your yearn of a smile or that special someone, even if there not with you, apart of them will be and that’s the part they left. The part that made you better. More complete. 			So never forget your yearn of her..


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Psychosis

Anxiety Borders Crazy Dementia Erratic Frantic Grasp Hyde Introduces Jekyll Kooky Lunatic
Manic Neurotic OCD Psychotic Quack Rage Schizophrenia Tirade Unbalanced Valium Willing
Xanax Yearns Zen


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Daddy the Alcoholic

Daddy the alcoholic,
 every single day,
full and countless glasses,
 guzzled down,
help him please, and bring my daddy back to me.


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Errata Poem

"A person's tongue is a twisty thing, 
     there are plenty of words there of every kind, 
         and the range of words is wide, and their variation." 
               -- HOMER, The Iliad


When I say ice cream read I scream
When I say phonology read phone allergy
When I say insinuate read in sin you ate
When I say four candles read fork handles

When I say mint spy read mince pie
When I say greénhouse read green hoúse
When I say bláckboard read black boárd
When I say mesher read measure

When I say Alpine read alpine
When I say vowels read dishtowels
When I say Homophone read home on phone
When I say Polish read polish

When I say sonorant son of ant
When I say i.c.u. read I see you
When I say Lent read lent
When I say Turkey read turkey

When I say euthanasia read youth in Asia
When I say depreciate read deprecate
When I say farther read further
When I say collision read collusion

When I say endocentric read exocentric
When I say pharynx read larynx
When I say thought read though
When I say phonemic read phonetic

When I say weather read whether
When I say China read china
When I say call on phones read allophones
When I say stuffy nose read stuff he knows

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© Joseph, 10/4/08
© All Rights Reserved
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Comments:  The Errata poem is based on mistake in speech or speaking, a Freudian slip,
mispronounced words, homophonic pronunciation, etc. Paul Muldoon from Ireland, and 
Charles Simic from Yugoslavia wrote Errata poems based on this definition.  The Errata poem 
is a Linguists paradise.

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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

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above pain

Above pain

Quote;
He has been stepped on
He has been hated on
But he still stands and rises above pain
Wars came, left relatives dead
He cried, he trembled
But he still stands
Once regretted his birth
Once thought of taking his life.
Thunder strikes and that’s enough
To make him gain strength
To aim higher and rise above pain
He is now rising above pain
Trying everything to clean his brain

If he was created in God’s image?
Why can’t God take care of His image?
Questions he couldn’t find answers to
Friends all gone,
The only family he has ever known
Streets become his home,
Starving to death,
Could not hold his breath
But still standing strong
And promises to rise above pain..
                                                       By, ino29









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weakness in his strength

“WEAKNESS IN HIS STRENGTH”

Quote;
Weakness in his strength
Born by hatred and raised by anger
He felt like his life was hangin on a hanger
Poor little one,
People loved his dad, but to him he was dead
Happiness.
His dad’s name, in his senses
Covered by memories
And surrounded by sadness
He said he had seen the worst
But he is not the first
He had failure as his big brother
Hatred kept near them as their mother
He thanked God for every breath
But could not find the weakness in his strength

The weakness in his strength
Poor little one, with his
Weakness in his strength

Lights looked bright to others but to him
They looked deem
Funeral for his mother…
Dead and gone was Mrs. Hatred
That’s the moment he forgot about hate and
Decided to move in with dad,
Living Mr. Anger alone which left him mad
Success, a beautiful lady his dad 
Started dating last weak
She was introduced to him
But still felt weak
Education, who she met at school and changed his life
Who she later made his wife
Had to hire a babysitter by the name of health
After having a baby who they named wealth.

The weakness in his strength
Weakness in his strength 
Started facing death.
                                                                                                           Written by,
                                                                                                            Ino29
   



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unthinkable world

THE UNTHINKABLE WORLD

Quote;
The unthinkable world
They say you rip what you saw
Does that explain why we are products of war?
They say history builds the future
Is that why we ignore our culture?
Years in school plus years searching for a job
Equals years of death
An equation you were not taught in math
Why do some people work hard.
And earn small?
Think that explains why some buildings fall.
 
Unthinkable world
Be strong young boys and girls
Be strong as you tell everyone 
That you are not just a star
Which only shines at night?
Tell’em u are bigger than the sky
And that u don’t rule u lead u are the master
Boys be ready to face the unthinkable world
Make sure that everybody takes your inspiring words
Girls be ready to face the unthinkable world
Don’t let young boys lie to u with fake
Diamonds and pearls
With the unthinkable world.
                                                                                       By,
                                                                                                           Ino29
 














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Are a creator or a computer

Technology is matter built to mind our fusions and confessions of relaxation, tie up the man who believe not what you believe, and praises those like you, and pay homage to the one who makes you believe
Name the shame and project it in reason, seasoning the wounds with lies and killing the truth so much that question of dreams are reality of answers, in noise of poverty,  earring of gold and riches, touches of slavery and vision of desires.
I sit, in a sited position thought consuming the mind, silence at its dept, and emotion at brinks of uncertainty, call me what you  but never call me a reader of this encrypted life, deciphered by the same person who is clueless too. 
 Some say we create our own fate, some say we born to with a purpose, some say we are in search of a destination that has no map, 
Some people are followers like those who live inside the barriers of lawful codes,  and some are prisoners  to it, 
But some are what they are
So i ask again in aged time of seconds gone by, 
Are you a creator or computer?

Lebron Spirits


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Family love

How popular and loved are you? 
I'm not talking the passed by wanna be's,                                    
or those who give you hugs when they see you.                      
              
Forget about the ones who call themselves your friends,         
while they texted you once in the past seven days if they even tex ted.                                                
You have more than thousand friends on facebook even more twitter followers,                         
how many can you call when you out of bread,                             
forget about the taxi fee when the month is dark.                                               
How many who actually follow you in real life,                                 
forget about those you bbm and send your naked pictures to,                                                      
how many who whatsapp you, 
facebook you without seeing your status updates?                        
forgive me if I'm being paranoid or insensitive.    
they say you are the twerleb, a celeb that is dating Caleb 
but what we see, self hate human being, who post selfies
that  describe the life would you desire.
They say your tweet said " clubbing tonight"
while you were busy cutting yourself under the bed today.  
                                                              
Your friends used to be, 
are posting picture of their families, 
some selfies of their resent boyfriends named Tim,               
and you still busy posting edited jokes about people,                     
how lonely can it get?                
How lonely are you?                          
Maybe you don't need any of that, 
maybe all you need is family love,  
I may not be the smartest, 

but I have shoulders to give, 
I have tissues to wipe away your tears, 
because I am your family.
we are here for you


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FEELINGS

FEELINGS
I feel young
But I am not young
I feel old
But Iam not old
I am on the way of living
Enjoying  the  life style
Its Rhythm,passion & technology
I prefer the new
Respect the old
But don”t belong to either
I want to become a new old style
A style of happiness , a blend of beauty
No boredom , no restrictions-
I care health living and laughing.
Be a CHILD
Be smart
Be tension free
Am I young?
YES I AM YOUNG
                       Beena Sudheer(GHSS Veliyancode HSST-Political science)
                      Kandampully
                     Nhamanghat.P.O 
                    Pin 679563




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The exam

The Exam
Holding a pen sweat running down
my cheeks
The piece of paper in front of me
looking like hieroglyphs
Stressed by my empty mind
I hear whispers behind
Time running out I look at the girl
sitting next to me
Under the illusion that she's in
control of her life
Religion tells us that that late nights
and books cant change what was
meant to be
But she looks different from the
little girl I saw four years back
She's now a lady soldier trying to
survive in a male world
Thirty minutes left says a guy in a
black suit
With his masters degree acting like
he never sat in the same seat
Too pompous to see that we are all
historians
Following the whiteman's feet,
reading books written by Indians
I would rather be a slave and be
sold for a drink
Than be a free-man and be told
what to think
What good is a piece of paper in a
world where opportunity is not
guaranteed anymore?
In a world where billionaires are
college drop-outs
The few that decided to break their
shells and think differently
A normal education is for normal
men
I'm not lazy but I prefer different
types of work


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Heartburn

It's not heartburn, I can actually feel flames in my heart burn
Keeping me awake at night as I toss and turn
I feel you in my soul and wonder if I should keep this candle lit
Because sometimes I sense that my thoughts
Are endlessly dragging me to a bottomless pit
A pit far away from the very person that awakened my spirit
I cry for the joy to come,
For in my mind's eye I have seen it
Everyday it's too much effort to smoothen the frown on my face
How can I, when I know I can be happier in another time and place
I know I ought to live, as much as I ought to give
Yet its been a give and take,
Because during adolescence, I somehow lost my will to believe
I was dead, as far from life as the North is to the South
But I've come back to life because your words constantly give me Mouth to Mouth
How do you manage to do the things you do?
Why do I allow myself to be caught in a snare planted by you?
If we stay friends, we could be together forever, and play
Because 'More Than Friends' always has a price to pay
Which only the strong minded can bear
What is LOVE but a catalyst for insanity
What is LIFE but preparation for eternity
But if Jesus had to die so we can be saved
Then maybe I'm willing to endure any pain, 
Planted on this path that we've already paved




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The city

Forever setting an casting this life. Forever weeping its sunda as she crashed and put her self at bay. 

Hide away weeping and creeping always seeping. Never to see the light of day. For every morning weeping for ever creeping up thy path. Rusty gates  lay at bay. Creeping open at a whisper !!!!

The city stands tall at a glance she will never fall. The people fight for the right to strand. But they seek no darkness. And seek no creeping path of sunda. To feel the warmth off this slumber. As they sleep this nightmare away. 

The city sleeps but never weeps as she lay in rune. Waiting for her people to walk her streets once more. The city shall stand tall. And shine with all her might as the people return once more.


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Rythem in Life

Is it the rhythm in life
That we have issues and strife
The rhythm in life is a beat
A beat that puts you heart out in the street
The street is where it all goes down
It goes down to make you frown  
Some people laugh and play 
Other people sit and stay  
We all want to wear it 
And even compare it 
In my room sometime strain at the wall 
In my mind hear my conscience call
In life alone 
We don’t pick up the phone
And we lose the milestone 
The trust of the fact that 
We are not all that!


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What the HEART WANTS,,,,

The HEART WANTS what the HEART WANTS,
    People say "Listen to your HEART."
But what if you can't HEAR it?
         Your MIND wants all these other things,
and then you CAN'T HEAR your HEART.
        I sit and CLEAR my MIND 
   I sit LISTENING to my HEART
 BUT it SAYS NOTHING
  it BEATS to NOTHING
 

         What am i suppose to do now?

By:Angel4eva

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Dogma Delivery

An allotted announcement;
Ben’s brother balances
Carefully, carrying containers
Designated “Dogma Delivery.”
Eventually, everyone 
Finds frog-gy feelings for
Generously generated
Hair-raising hijinks.
Incoherent ideas incur. 
Jeremiah jumps, jolting,
Kicking kleptomaniacs,
Lashing lawlessness.
Money monkeys make
Notorious nincompoops. 
Obscure obligations often 
Poisons pathetic passion!
Quarantining qualified
Representatives,
Shrivels support,
Transforming truth-
Unilaterally, unfairly
Vexing vicariously.
While we want 
Xanadu,
Yokels yield
Zion’s zenith


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Allusion

Allusion to confusion.
Better to allude,
Confusion.


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Green People

I see green people
They tell me they come in peace 
But they are showing me the roots to all evil
I see green people
They try to disguise their intentions 
But their actions are so see through
I see green people
They are the true world leaders
There are no free actions or thoughts
You do or think what they want you to
I see green people
They manipulated all of our history
So if we were to find the truth
It doesn't matter because their is no proof
I see green people
As their head grow larger 
I continue to have distant dreams of me being considered a equal
I see green people
They told me to worship them or die
Close my eyes and look through the lies
Because without them 
There is no chance to walk among the Gods
I see green people 
And there is no doubt about it
They truly show me the roots to all evil





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Nothing Really Matters

when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession
he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons"
and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway"
when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life
she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour
he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers
and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs
she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for?
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
all four people that same night,all in their own homes
picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows
one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done
one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won
one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced
one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war
four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry
four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start
why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear?
why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear?
the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight
the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night
try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone
whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone
whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect
you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next....
to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.


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My Sorrow Is My Curse

My sorrow is deeper,
Than the ocean.
The agony I feel,
Is unbearable,
A pain I cannot withstand.
It’s like a great burden, 
Has been placed on my shoulders.
I can no longer bear the pain,
Of the past and present.
My Sorrow Is My Curse.

My sorrow grips my soul,
In an icy hold,
Dragging me down,
Into the dark, unforgiving abyss.
The pain grows steadily worse, 
Each and every day, 
Every second that passes by,
Every minute, 
Every hour…
Just burns another hole,
Into my heart.
My Sorrow Is My Curse.

The sorrow,
Is tearing me apart each day,
Little by little,
A part of me is worn away.
By the time,
I have finished growing,
There won’t be any trace,
Of whom I once was.
My Sorrow Is My Curse.

Each day,
My pain grows steadily worse,
As every person,
That comes near me,
Always has to leave my side, 
One way or another,
My Sorrow Is My Curse.

Time is running out,
I am no longer,
The sweet, innocent child,
That I once was.
I am almost gone,
Disappearing into the void,
Full of anger and hate,
I sink deeper and deeper,
Trying to find a way, 
Out of the darkness,
But to no avail. 
My Sorrow Is My Curse.

Vows that cannot be replaced,
Are broken without a second glance,
Promises of hope,
And love,
Are wrecked and crushed.
Nothing is safe anymore,
There is no one to trust, 
Nothing to grip on to,
My hold on trust,
And on life,
Is slowly ebbing away,
My sorrow is my curse.

My last hour draws near,
Here in the dark,
No one else is around,
Forever alone,
My Sorrow Is My Curse. 


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The way we were

The way we used to be
A once proud and decent land,
A country filled with greenery
Living safely and an elderly helping hand,
Education in a once better structure
Transport,now a overcrowded tangled mess,
Dishonesty,we see with money and banking
And now we see rich richer poor earning less,
The country is guided by everyone else
The direction we see ahead maybe wrong,
The charm of a british village is fading fast
Asking are we in control of what is going on,
An industrial country with a heart beat
A self sufficient system once with pride,
Yes  britain as we once loved and knew
And now with hidden dangers that coincide.


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Fruitless Cycles

retched, a stomach twisting curdle
sour, the bile that rises from malcontent
tearful, yet, tears are futile, a waste of water
understanding seems never to come or come too late
all one can do is suck it up and try to love again



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ILLUSION IN LOVE

 I was secure everything seemed to be safe and perfect
You encouraged me to perform every possibility with no defect
I failed to fulfill your dreams that you have designed
Now only pictures in my mind that you've left behind

Changes were there when it comes to my choice & my taste
Sometimes I am amazed thinking about my desire & my interest
But your presence, your love wouldn't let me think deep
Perhaps I accepted all because I wanted our relation to keep

We were proud,When we say we're made for each other
Words seemed very strong and heavy when we said "Together Forever"
At that moment I thought it's going to be all real
Now I am aware even time is not going to heal


Though the world was against us, you dared to stand still
On this tough road I stood abreast you, that is my will
All the while this child was being fooled to be true
The prank that you played still remains, almighty YOU!!


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Old Man

Around the Corner Contest
(WINTER is around the corner)
By Sally Wood
Old Man
There's an old man I heard is new in town
They say he's not shy as he takes over the land
His business is snow and ice and cold rain
The neighbors are talking he's all the rage

He changed the scenery his very first day
While the trees lost their leaves and died away
He has a blower for harsh cold winds and rain
And later he'll order people to dress his way

This old man has taken over our town
People are running in attempts to escape his plans
They wear heavy clothing, boots, and hats on their heads
As they pass him, he laughs, he has nothing to dread

Yes, there is a new old man in town
Who has people angry and avoiding his frown
He'll keep on moving a few months down the line
But for now, our town won't be free for quite some time!


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DON'T SHOOT

DEAR MR. OFFICER PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME!
I HAVE SOMETHING VALUABLE TO SAY TO THE WORLD
SO KEEP YOUR BULLETS &  DON'T TRY TO MUTE ME!
I COULD BE THE NEXT JOHNNY COCHRAN
OR THE NEXT BEN CARSON SEE,
DONT ATTACK,JUST BECAUSE IM BLACK
IM NOT APPROVED FOR GRAND LARCENY
I HAVE SOMETHING  VERY VALUABLE TO CONTRIBUTE TO SOCIETY
SO PLEASE PUT YOUR GUN DOWN 
AND PLEASE STOP EYEING ME
I GOT A POCKET FULL OF SKITTLES AND SOME ARIZONA ICE TEA
AND I MAY HAVE ON A HOODIE,BUT THAT'S JUST ME BEIN ME
WHAT IF I GET AN ITCH TO SHOOT YOU? 
JUST FOR WEARIN COWBOY BOOTS?
OR FEEL THREATENED TO SHOOT
EVERY WHITE MAN I SEE IN A SUIT?
WHAT IS THE PROTICAL FOR HANDLING SOMEONE WHO IS UNARMED?
IF I AM NOT POSING A THREAT TO YOU 
SHOULDN'T  I  BE LEFT UNHARMED?
DEAR MR. OFFICER,
WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH?
I THOUGHT WE WERE PAST THESE ISSUES
BUT SINCE WE'RE ON THIS TOPIC
WHAT'S THE RUSH?
YOU KNOW WHAT'S IT'S LIKE TO HAVE  A FAMILY
THEY ALL NEED ME TOO
WHAT IF ALL THE STUFF YOU DID,
I TURNED AROUND AND DID TO YOU???
DON'T YOU KNOW GOD IS STILL WATCHIN?
DON'T YOU KNOW YOU STILL REAP WHAT YOU SOE?
IF YOU PLANTS SEEDS OF INJUSTICES
JUST WATCH WHAT IN TIME YOU'LL GROW
PLEASE STOP WITH YOUR FALSE ALLEGATIONS
PLEASE STOP TRYING TO BE THE NEGRO SLAYER HERO
AND JUST KNOW NO MATTER HOW MANY OF US U SHOOT
 U WILL NEVER BE AT PEACE
UNTIL YOU FIX THE MAN IN THE MIRROR.