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A Child With No Praise

A child with no praise causes these kind of days Your words are often micromanaged Yet your rants and raves are never challenged Your brain, thoughts and words are all over the place Seems to be unbalanced Your voice you raise cause you never got praise A pat on the back, you never got that So desperate for attention, might I care to mention A man seeking praise, you grew up to be Not blind to the fact, just didn’t care to see Your actions truly display and reflect That you were a child of pain and neglect Got Damn… You were the outcast of the fam Never shown real love, just showered with wealth So for others you never understood how the cards were dealt Wealthy in the money causes one to grow wild Probably never had a friend growing up as a child Never knew how to care, never knew how to share Your hunger for attention and affection as a child Turned you into a showboat that lasted longer than a while All the attention has to be on you only But deep inside you are miserable and lonely Four years in this circus capade Never taking account for the mistakes you made Never yo fault, you don’t take the blame Always someone else, so you claim There are times you are confusional and other times delusional You wasn’t prepared for the job and everyone know When you start talking, the lies just grow A whole story of exaggeration, led by your wild imagination This is not a gimmick, but a deadly pandemic Over a hundred thousand people dead in their grave Tired of all your rants and raves The whole four years you’ve been so bitter Spending late nights lashing out on Twitter A man seeking praise, you grew up to be Yet you never understood the country’s tears of thee Bitterness and criticism Degrading, disrespect, name calling truly reflects The years of hate and harbored hurt To the black and brown you treat like dirt Injustice, racism, political corruption None of this should be taken as funny Cheeks are turned, voices silent All for the greed and the love of money People around you are totally weak They see what’s going on, but are scared to speak Don't wanna lose they job, cause they know you good at firing So they settle for the disrespect cause no one else is hiring Wow how this country is deep in a pit Defeat is near, the question is, can you handle it? A child with no praise grew to be an old man still yearning praise Parents hug your children, encourage them Show them love and praise So when they grow up we can thank God We won’t have these kind of days

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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