8/25/17
From here to over yonder
Come hell or high water
Before, during and after the dog days of summer
Standing out like no other
Showing my true colors
No one I need to convince
I drink like a fish
Not a myth
Eversince
It's
Been hit
And miss
Holy s***
Good intent
Was always meant
So please excuse my french
Too many
Showing envy
Involved in a feeding frenzy
Going for broke
Won't
Be looked at as a joke
With my own style
Going to go the extra mile
In order to make it more worthwhile
A lot of people high on the hog
It's rather odd
Just like the concept of god
[In High School, this took place].
The White Boy said (excuse my French), if I fall in love with V’lena, I would be a
buffoon.
V’lena stated if I denied my love for Butch, I would be a damn fool.
At once, both responded you are a racist.
{These are all lines from my Senior Play}.
Indifference
The Title
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Penned on May 24, 2014!
Two paths I cant choose
shoes racked, knee caps on the pews
Hands clasped we ask for a few
Key At Bats just to come through
Cause its the fact that we don't have a clue
about what is right or true
white or blue, its misconstrued
This world's view, so tried and true
Loves the lies that its spews
Recite spite just to argue
On the news flea bites ensue
To make you believe what you should be like
tattoos, earrings, abuse subdued's your hearing
cant move the muse that's sneering
the proof is mute but blaring
This route of blues is wearing
my cold shoulders are veering
my soul's holstered and fearing
These sold soldiers are tearing, us apart
We need a spark, light this dark
torque the wrench and raise the bar
scorch the bench and make a mark
were told were quenched, when were starved
excuse my french, but our ****'s
stench does not come from our ****
These sand sharks that stand on shore
can't answer The question marks,
Were all the bark with no roar
Morality's at ground floor
trying to eat pork With salad forks
Just like mister Macklemore
this hits right at you're apples core
My body
you wrecked it.
My honor
you disrespected.
When I told you I loved you
I meant it.
Yet..
You. Didnt. Give. A. F**k.
I guess you could say I was down on my luck.
or
Was I suppose to swollow the pain?
and stay stuck in the same position again?
No. F**K THAT.
I dont want you back.
I Hope you enjoyed your times inside me.
Because now all the memories of us I push behind me.
And in time you will see
the best place you could ever be was beside me.
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