Premium Membership - Part 1
Write a long poem
And get the premium membership for free
Why is there always a criteria constructed by fellow bees
But we always make it a challenge as we always aim to please
Like writing a poem to rhyme nonsense or just to agree
Can’t we all just express and articulate just to be free
This constant battle of trying to compete
Like gambling on a side walk or dancing in the street
Some of us are just competitive by nature or have something to prove
While others sit in silence, conteplating life and don’t care if they are approved
Some of us were born in darkness and are a little sarcastic at times
Like a little kid proving he can read by finishing this line.
As you can probably tell by now this poem is nonsense and not going anywhere
Just using a bunch of words, so you can have something to read like here and there
Something to take your mind off of the tragedy in the world
Like when you don’t know if you need to laugh or cry to be properly cared for or heard
Like people sleeping in tents out in the streets while starving in the cold
Like when you buy 40 Mcmuffins, but you know you don’t even make a dent and your mind feels like it is about to explode
I’m getting off topic of this premium membership to b
I get the feeling I already won’t be accepted like not having a degree
Like spelling words accurlately to be taken seriously
Or like having mental confusion and rhyming deliriously
Whoops I’m getting off topic again or am I just trying to entertain
Like someone serving you a glass of champayne
Let’s all continue this labeling and box of criteria
Like this world disease with a single dose of bacteria
Like aids introduced into the world in 1981
To take out people who are gay when they just wanted to have fun
Like when people tell you that racism doesn't exist
When lynchings here in America, still actively persist
Like when the world says people are not left behind
But then you have innocent people doing selfless time
Like when you have people in uniforms and in nonuniforms protroling the streets
When a life can be taken by a single beat
Like when people put their limbs in cages of wild animals
Like when those animals are killed and we are suppose to just act casual
Like chopping down 1,000’s of old trees
While living in a capitalist world constructed by the same bees
Like living in survival mode and being quiet to disrespect an abuse
Because we are not going through it, its not my problem that seems to be the on-going excuse
Go 2 PT2
Copyright © Rita Lopez | Year Posted 2022
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