The world isn't the same,

It's the addiction to beauty

And the craving of fame
That makes this whole world a shame.
You see, life is just a game,
If we lose who do we have to blame?

No one but ourselves.

That's just lame.
We are born into this world, given a name,
We are young and free, a lion you can't tame.

But at the same time,

we are dead.
We walk with the weight of thousands of heads,

On our backs.

Given a name, that's a book we haven't yet read. (It's not finished.)
Someday you'll flip black and see where a black man led, 
Despite being bred
With all colors, white, green, and red.
You'll remember the times of hardships that you bled.

And you'll wonder,

Can I change what I said?
It's too late now, you're lying in bed,
Face pale, doped with some meds

That you don't even know the name of.

50 years old and six feet under,
Night before you passed you could hear the thunder
Of fans clapping, yelling and laughing in wonder,
But you let your eyes fall heavy, it's your blunder.

Was it all worth it?

Look at yourself now.
So young and innocent with thoughts about how,
Will you climb up that ladder and take a bow.

Save yourself. 

Take a vow.
The only opinion you can't plough,

Through is your conscience.

Don't be that one,
With life undone,

All because the addiction of fame,

is one you can't overcome. 

-Shanelle T. (5/7/14)