Reality In Poetry

Sometimes I stare out my window
Wishing my remote control
Could change the channel on the faces I see;
Faces that say, life is not a game,
But everyday is a battle with pain
Faces marred with oppression.
They sit in the soot of depression,
Hard hearts; scarred-
Lips drip fits of aggression
Four fifth on hip for protection
Misdirectioned minors
Minus a touch
Some mothers never let their babies grow up,
But fathers never seem to love them enough
So they say stuff like, m puttin' in work.
When really they just bein mischievous,
They ain' soldiers, they miscreants,
Deviant, and defiant,
Not even self-reliant, just self-destructive
Like one of them suckaz born a minute ago
They don't know that whole image is a gimmick presentin' limits to their exposure
I understand some make it over,
But most of them wisher's end up floatin' in the river
Unidentified, like they was never alive,
While some are force feed fistfuls of fallacies
Til morality is traded for a salary that can't pay for celery
Faces that scream, party til they bury me,
Cause apparently life is a gift and a curse
The present hurts, the past ain't last, and the future ain't guaranteed,
And since I didn't ask to come, can't wait to leave.
Faces of pregnant teens who loss dreams to telly
Swelling with regret wondering if planter of seed will leave
Cause it's easier to turn back and walk away than face mistakes
Easier to place blame than claim responsibility
This is reality
But there are no cameras to shoot that
This is where the cold cracked concrete of Leicester streets
Meets potential misguided by ambition
Where dreams deferred find refuge in addiction
Cause religion is imprisoned by tradition
No interventions,
Cause though we want to change Ga's to Gents
We don't want to go through the pain of the process
We want the progress
There's a new born screamim' from a dumpster in an alley
Left there by its mother
Not about models posing for magazine covers
This is cardboard boxes for covers storm vets for beds
Having a reason to believe you'd be better off dead
Not about how a group got discovered and fell off
This is a 16yr old girl drowning herself in alcohol
Cause she too poor to afford an abortion
The echo of a gun cocking for the first time
In the ears of a 8yr old boy
Who just witnessed his father being murdered in a drive-by
So he decides to take a life
The first sniff of coke
And the last heroine high before a flatline
O.D.
Oh he left without saying goodbye,
No, he died!
The biggest loser may never come back
The chef in hella's kitchen is mixin' crack

Trick-e

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