peers
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It’s not that you’re wrong,
it’s just that you’re different.
And for that crime you face sentence.
The way you dot your I’s, the way you cross your t’s.
We all begin as lumps of clay
Shapeless
Colorless
Full of potential
I was a small lump
But I knew what I could do
I knew I had so much to offer
And with that thought, I grew
I have an illness.
I have an illness you cannot see.
I have an illness you cannot see that is terminal.
I forgive.
I forgive you when you warn me.
I should have been more grateful.
You see me on Friday nights
Under all those shiny, bright lights
Yelling for the win.
You'd think I'm the prettiest
That everyone loves to be around me
The minds of this generation Are twistedBullying and tormentingWarp the brain Thought processes Become muddyParanoia settles inThe walls creep closerAdolescents get nervous
I am perfect beyond imperfection
Nothing can comprehend this lesson
That the rise and fall of every good king
The table stays
the wood is grey
a light sull yellowed
tingy yellow brown
when on the bench
the hobo sleeps
the homo weeps
the political correctness steeps
and for weeks and weeks
She’s the one
Locked deep inside,
With angry thorns
Pressed into the
Softness of her heart.
Every day words
I am who I am.
This I cannot change
I try to fit the molds of other people
I want to please others,
But when I try,
I am unhappy.
He says I should be a doctor.
A doctor.
It's all about the money,
It's all about the popularity.
I don't think I fit in with it.
Don't want to be a part of it.
I tried I couldn't handle it,
I took my pride and I ran with it.
Peers and youth clatter and clank
Minds nearly filled with blank
Always looking so fine and swank
A job and work a threat or a prank
Parents diving into their savings bank
We as blacks
Grew up with the struggle of the nation on our backs
Being told that the skin that is attached to our bodies
are a curse to our soul
We believe that being different makes us a queer in our "group"
Ten feet deep in eternal sleep
Fell from a cliff with the rest of the snow white sheep
I look up in envy of the black one who doesn't weep
Lying in this red valley
My body, blood, and soul
Is it's
My friends call me mom.
Jokingly, not in bad content.
I keep my friends out of trouble:
"go to work instead of going to that party",
"Have you done your homework yet?"
