White Trash

When I was growing up I knew we were not like other people
The way we lived was not very clean and stable,

I hated the fact that this title would be with me forever
So I pretended to be better now and left that world behind me and i feel that's pretty clever,

No matter how I try to be something I am not
I can't seem to clean off the stench of the trash I thought I forgot,

I will always be considered white trash
No matter how much I try to avoid the greed of cash,

You can't hide from who you really are
Believe me I have tried and haven't gotten to far,

I don't care to work for my own way
So I choose to take from others no matter what they say,

I will grow old still being white trash
It is in my blood to be this way so why change the past.


Written By: Unique Poetry 2008: This was inspired by people whom grew up in this way...so sad...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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