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“Silent Words”

"Life is such a pity you cant help but wish to be rich,
But in the end; those who never had money value the meaning of life more".

-Christian Powers

Whats the point of Speaking
If the audience is absent,
Take a seat and listen
There’s no need to be average
You write a few lines
Fall asleep and imagine
Living in a world
Where students control the classes.
 
Whats the point of life
Reading books to be smart,
Searching the far web
to find out who you are
You always reach out
To those who are sad,
Yet you are too depressed
To take off your own masks
 
I... May be a poet
a rapper and a man,
I....Maybe not the best guy
But ill lie is if i am
Tempted to break away
My heart doesn’t stand a chance
When my poison runs out
I didn’t die when I planned...
 
I can write a book
With the pain that I have,
The hate that I’ve kept
the fire in this ash
Rap wasn’t easy
and school was “Just a blast”
With me in the front
and the bullies in the back..
 
Growing up all alone
Being confused is a home
You find all the refuge
behind a metal microphone
Told you wouldn’t make it
And that your dreams are a joke
When those are the people
That Wish they had your dreams... but they don’t...
 
Your world is your ouster
And they lack the confidence
Told to be brave..
Being rich is the opposite
Dragged through the money
Like theirs no where to pocket it
You grow up a spoiled soul
And die as a poor obnoxious kid...
 
Thinking you got it made
You slacked off and drank
You partied all the time
Parents money was a waste
Your parents are your teachers
One day that’ll display
For the whole world to watch
Go to school and get good grades
 
I know you’ve heard it...
Think its all worthless...
I was just like you,
Just tryin to find a purpose
I wasted so much time
Thinking my life was emerging
When I moved out my moms house
I always carry certain burdens...
 
To this day...
I still ask myself.....
“Why didn’t you try?
Blame your parents that’ll help”
But then you think back
When they pushed you the most...
Ill always remember the days...
Before this little microphone....
 
—A Broken Poet

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