Wrong-un's

We all start life's journey,

Equally,

Born afresh, innocent,

Starting with the dummy.

 

Kids play, Kids fight,

Competitively,

Kiss & Make up,

Regularly.

 

You think it would be this way,

As an adult, Easily.

Everyone has differences,

Lets compromise, Peacefully.

 

Yet its quite clear there's others,

Who see things differently,

Consumed with hatred,

And that ugly word called Jealousy.

 

Hide behind a mask,

Very charasmatically,

Read people's emotions,

Expertly.

 

Want what's yours, Bare face liars,

Openly,

Know they are rotten inside,

It turns them crazy.

 

Still they plot, Thinking over time,

Obessively,

Doesn't matter where you are, One is always around,

Life is testing.

 

Prisons, Workplaces, Cafe's,

Socially,

Stand your ground, Point them out,

Assertively.

 

One thing for sure wrong-un's hate,

Aggreissvely,

Is being outed for who they are,

Primarily.

 

Funny as hell when I have done this,

Publically,

Laugh out loud at the wrong uns,

You ain't fooling me.

 

Stay true to who your are, Value driven,

Happily,

Wrong-un's know not to take you on,

It's too risky. 

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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