PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

breath


one night all i could think was dont panic breath the scars will heal in time just breath look over it all and you will be just fine breath these are the souls ive saved maybe one day ill learn to just breath take in the pain lock it away and breath dont spazz out ass out keep it classy walk away and just breath even though it you who is causeing me this pain breath i am nothing more than a slave to myself i try not to forfill the lies you told about me selling my soul for fame for money i will never let go of my intuallect to rest the system of the dielect that trys to bring me down i am not your clown or your jocky just because im good at golf or hockey i know its not normal but nothing  is normal in the matrix all it is are numbers and hot bids on who can die the fastest who knows how to break it when  lets not forget to oppress them when they make it yet you have been trained to keep taking it faking it till you make it and once you do you sell your soul to the highest bider of whom you think can give a dame about you playing at my school youll be pushed up agenst a locker and asked why bother then the oppersser has a system that keeps us locked us away form our sons and daughters our people dont know how to  break the chains that the searvents once brought us teach love and get slaughtered like martin luther king jr i have a dream that we will wake up one day and see a new tomarrow of one thats not borrowed from our past we can do it we can last well the ones like me that over see the matrix and  are building a way to get past  we are labeled as crazy but its funny how we live longer than most of the 80's babys by not inslaving our monds the the lazy shady men in the dark the ones who talk trash and put us in this box pepole have yet to realize its not just one of us nomore but we are diffrent they want to take thier time to enjoy killing us we fuss yet we do the same thing and buy into their system talk about flipping and feeding the issuse we satify the one who wants the world as dull as he what if we take away the cahins open our eyes and see  one that wants no part of the color that can blacken out thier race oh didnt i say teach love and not endure hate you have to realize this isnt what we feed our babys and we wonder why they die in a rebellious mode maybe becuse thier mind was in the wrong mode its okay that a whole nother story untold ima leave it alone and let it unfold but behold dont be fooled the the nice man even he can be contorled by the white man shake his and he stands with a wicked smile and an alternitive plan to see you go down like the last man and it goes on on the cycle never stops the matrix lives on ......

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.