This poem is supposed to flow with the rhymes not really a cheesy rhyming one...if u have seen Def Poets u would know wat i mean...i suggest watching Def Poets...its on at midnight on HBO...its really good...i watched it once and it inspired me....you should hear what they talk about...also a lot of them are teenagers like me so i thought it was cool....but ya...this poems called No Celebration
Selling drugs on the street,
Packing some heat
Figure living in the ghetto they’ve already been beat
Instead of rising above it, it’s another repeat
Forced down, to scared to get up on their feet
It’s either the street or flipping’ burgers
Either burglars or murderers
Having no clue what to do
Just following the walk way
All cracked and all broken
Not knowing where it’s going
The population just keeps on growing and growing…..
Except for that kid who knows what’s wrong
Knows how to stay strong
Knows he has to make a name for himself
To break the chain
To break the stereotype
To break the duplication of the temptation
And having the admiration of salvation
Now that deserves a celebration…
There’s no celebration
Were to busy focusing on ourselves
Focusing on prosperity
Focusing on material goods
Not looking at what’s going on in the hoods
To busy to help one another
To busy to hold a hand out to each other
To busy to help that single mother
Or that brother growing up with out a father
What about the people
Being made fun of because of their religion
Because they where a yarmulke on their head
Or because they wear a burqa that covers their face
People being made fun of because of their race
It’s a disgrace.
Today everything is so judgmental
What gives people the right to be that detrimental?
And the people living on the street
No money, flat broke,
Nothing but a ripped cloak
Begging on the street for some loose change
But people just walk by thinking he’s strange
How can people do it?
It likes there’s nothing to it
See someone in need’
Don’t do a good deed,
It’s because of their greed.
Growing up in a orphanage
No mother, no father
Few care and others don’t bother
Kid’s think they’re worthless
That no one loves them
Pushes them to the edge
Makes them want to walk of the ledge
Except for that kid who knows what’s wrong
Knows how to stay strong
Knows he has to make a name for himself
To break the chain
To break the stereotype
To break the duplication of the temptation
And having the admiration of salvation
Now that deserves a celebration…
There’s no celebration
There’s no explanation
All there is duplication
2007-02-27
11:58:34
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