Learn Between The Lines Scholarship Slam

Driving by on the sidewalks I see some broken people.

Driving by on the view I see some lonely people.

Driving by the sidewalks I see some crippled people.

Driving by the view I see some strange people.

I see some people through my back-view living in the hills.

I see some people walking by who are addicted to the pills.

Addicted because addicted is the only thing that fills.

                          The broken

                          The Lost

                          The crippled

                          The strange

The feelings that you have that you just can’t explain

The feelings that you have when you walk in that rain

The feelings that you have that stay driving you insane.

Because your buried and drenched in all of your pain.

Driving by the view I see some happy people.

Driving by the sidewalk I see sad people.

Driving by the view I see broken people.

Driving by the sidewalk I see dirty people.

I wonder what they been through when they walk on by.

I wonder if they spend every night in tears with their heads in the sky’s.

I wonder if their broken from the woes of their lies or

Happy because they ruined people lives smile.

I said that I saw people living in the hills.

Those people should be happy but are out popping the pills.

Trying to find a different kind of happy but are addicted to the feels,

Of having everything but nothing and that feeling over spills.

You see sometimes you got to read between the lines.

Because when you look a little deeper you would be amazed at what you will find.

Cause the people in the hills might have everything nice,

but maybe life hasn’t been so kind.

Maybe we think some people are perfect, but

they don’t in their mind.

People may be suffering but we don’t give them our time.

Because it hurts when you got it but you still feel alone.

Or when you study so much and you still don’t know.

It must hurt to have nothing but have everything but it’s never enough.

You never learned to be happy because you’ve always had it rough.

Always felt lonely so you grew up being tough.

I see people you see people.

With stories you will never know.

With fears that they can’t show

With secrets hidden below.

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country

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