Cut Ties and Grey Skies

 

My hands were printed on the back of that glass

But my view faded from that car window

Don’t tell me about the notches on your belt though

But you have to set the bar somewhere

Just don’t finish below.

Is the effort exhausted? Does complacency show?

 

What if for a second we didn’t get chills

And when we’re stressed we didn’t open pills?

Don’t throw away problems and broken skills

Start over and just rebuild.

I ask, what has this world come to?

Killers that get out of seeing death row through

And deadbolts on the door at night

To society is never new.

But I just don’t get it

Why all these people think they don’t fit

In a world too scared to speak up from the back of the room

Put those fears aside and don’t have a “quit.”

 

My hands were printed on the back of that glass

But my view faded from that car window

Don’t tell me about the notches on your belt though

But you have to set the bar somewhere

Just don’t finish below.

Is the effort exhausted? Does complacency show?

 

Thoughts controlled by greed, when status means everything

Can be hard to make gains

In the eyes of others;

We climb to the top but only hold on by a string.

I feel as if we go through

The motions;

It’s been a while since I put myself in that scene

We have a choice but the finer things

Tend to remain unseen

I had a vision since the age of fifteen,

I’ll always be confused why you tiptoe

And live a life unclean;

It’s the truth, my life’s stop light turned colors

Straight to green.

When you throw your jabs at me do you expect me to

Lean?

But I object, I’m catching onto this twisted cause and

Effect

6 foot 3, with some guts in between.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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