I make changes
I make changes in the way i speak the rhythms and beats just to keep up with society.
Then i laugh at my self because i realize its not me.
I cry the permeated stench of socialism and class system break the true meaning of life love and peace.
Everyone here is just trying to fit in as were im trying to stick out and say hello world can you wake up today and realize its not cool to be the same
or is it just me.
Am i the only one who's trying to change the page we call life ..., you say its time for me to grow up and Start making changes but shut down my ideas and tell me it better to be the same .
And here we are again trying to pin the blame on some ones unholy name but i see it do you .... Am i the only one who trying to make a change.
Or is the influence of the world already up on you .
Haha your just the same. Another puzzle piece to play the game
Not true life or fame its all just a game. You see
There no real big difference between me and jayz
Except hes a guy and im a girl.
He sits down thinking hes on top of the world
And here is me. Spitting the rhythm freely. And without pay saying I CANT BREATH. For Eric Gardeners family
Because once touched by death its hard to leave haunted photos of injustice done on thee...
They cry and plead asking god for forgiveness and to give them back to who.
Not you
See the dead doesnt know a thing and we can only imagine if their last moments replay to the good old days
But then again were all corrupt
Batterd and brused
Hurt and spanked upon
Left to bleed and the devil hopes you lose
So is it really just me
The social system cuts me down for the color of my hair the. Color of my skin the way i look my body shape and my flat feet
They call me out my name and tell me to take the blame for what
Something i didn't do
They say were free
But whats freedom to a black slave
Whats freedom to a colored girl or boy
What freedom to the black history ?
Is it just me trying to make a different name for myself
Trying to
fight through the crowed
The pain
The names
For Real it shouldn't just be me
It should be all of us. Trying to do the same
So why cant you see
Its not just me
Its my entire facility
My body
My hair
My mouth
My eyes
My skin
My short hight
My curvy type
My everything its all trying to change
Society's way of seeing me for what i look like
And start seeing me for who i am.
-ky_rose
This poem is about:
Our world