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What seems to amaze me, is how the media wants us to stop the slangin’ & bangin’

But they are the ones reading off cue cards, and I’m a child standing in a bullets lane and..

It amazes me how they repeatedly say stop the violence,

But when the camera stops rolling, there voice for this cause grows silent

How can you try and tell someone what they are doing is unacceptable?

That may be true, but who are YOU! To tell me the way I live is unable to be accepted?

Are you the one who is on the street everyday fighting to live?

You got a nine to five

But there’s a young man right now who walks with a glock nine on his waist

Who sells five, my bad a nickel bag of.. wait, I can’t say

& everyday this man dodges bullets & sends shots back their way

For his own special reason which is just to keep food on his child’s plate

But that, that is what the media doesn’t see

They just notice to many people dead, and no justice reached

I’m not trying to influence gang nor gun violence

I’m just trying to get people to see both sides of the street

Yes there are to many dead teens

Yes there are to many men incarcerated

But yet I haven’t seen anyone step up and settle the confrontation

The confrontation between the streets and life

So they censor me, continuously telling me keep my voice silent

You can block out real life & try and portray reality on television

But please televise the vision of real reality

Let the people around the world know

The real problem that needs to be ceased

How can you try and solve one issue, without even having an idea for the cause

The world thinks they know the reason, but doesn’t even know the reason at all

Trying to voice there opinion

Saying the people in the community is at fault

Claiming they know the facts, but not getting enough information across

But what they tell me

They say young girl, step off the pedestal,

this is not your issue to speak how you feel on,

you have no right to tell us what is to be tolerated, 

like honestly who is really going to listen to a ninth grader

it’s quite cute, how you think you understand

yet, you are another statistic placed in our plan

to rid of the violence & we won’t need your help

& I cut these “wise” people off by saying help?

Help is not what I’m here for

I’m here to deliver a message

To create a understanding

That I am not the only one who is tired of real life being censored

But censor me, block me out, display me as something wrong

I guarantee you, your problem will never be solved. CENSORED

This poem is about: 
Our world

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