surroundings
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The doll of an
urban legend,
born on 5th avenue
and
made in Macy’s Herald Square,
threw away her
metro card.
In front of me,
A board triumphly stands,
Despite the bits and pieces of
Words that stained its surface.
Each phrase a living memory,
Still trying to cling to the
I saw the farthest star from here and I knew that was real
I raised my hand and reached my finger tips up, out, and past this Earth
Until I was one with the rest of the universe
Until I was bigger than the farthest star
Everyone is asleep
But I'm conscious
Insomnia
I've got it bad
And the door
It doens't help
Every time the air turns on
It begins to batter
Smash smash back and foward
At my school I am surrounded by wealth
The girls are so beautiful, great outfits, great health
Their lives seem so easy and effortless, never a thing to bring them down
How am I?How am I?I'm fine
I'm fighting back rageAt a broken down system
I'm crying in painFor accepted ignorance
I'm screaming bloodFor everyday injustice
Zombies.
Shuffling in a straight line.
Thirsting for the one thing.
Never satisfied.
Zombies.
Draw fake smiles on their faces.
Everyday the same.
They follow the rules, they say their graces.
I walk these ghetto streets to and fro
People have come but most of them go
Looking around for a ray of sunlight
Darkness follows me without the moonlight
I have been on this decrepit road forever
Indifference blinds my generation with ignorance, it’s a lack of concern, of attention and lack of interest, for other people, for life, and for God in every sense.
The city trembles
under the
rumble of the trains
under the
light of one million sunrises
under the
the anticipation of one million sunfalls
knowing when to run , knowing when to fly
Knowing when to look back, knowing when to question why
knowing when to run , knowing when to fly
knowing when to live, and knowing how to survive
Cliques are just a form of people who have heartless thoughts , & feelings that you can't bare to think of with their evil stares demon like thoughts surround me every day, the way they move like a pack of cheetahs looking for their prey to fe
ignorant they are
higher they get faster they drop
blowing a blunt behind the yard
soon i hop they hit the grave
government strives to get them up
ignorant am not
straight A's all year
I see through you like clear water
Like an absent man's daughter
Positive on the outer
But deep inside you are a doubter
