The Trap (PSA)
She makes sure everything tucks in,
So that she check out,
And gets checked out by strangers,
to open doors she can walk through.
His family isn't the blood type,
His friends are his blood ride or dies,
Ride or die is the choice he has to make,
When he opens a door he shouldn't've walked through.
She cries,
He dies,
We tried,
They lied.
The trap laid,
right in our face,
just in the way,
But we don't want to pay attention.
They cross the border,
The promise of opportunity for more,
Opportunity for more hate in a worse way,
In the home of the free and the land of the brave,
It would've been better to just stay from where they came.
Her hair falls to the ground,
Self-esteem is way below under,
Six-feet under cause what could have helped her,
Wasn't given to her because it's abuse to test drugs on the little ones,
But not when you just hand them out at the corner and liquor stores.
They're confined,
She gets no life,
We tried,
They lied.
The trap we face,
The battle we wage,
The road we pave,
Has to be open to everyone.
The trap of hypocrisy,
It's a disease.
A contagious one,
The symptoms are all around,
Just pay attention, please.
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I am a high school senior, and an aspiring singer, actor, and performer. I write poetry from my heart, and much of it is on the fly. When I really think, I impact. I want my material to make people think, give a solution, and bring critical issues in today's society and generation to the forefront and be dealt with in the times we live in. I believe we have a responsibility to give back to whatever community we identify within a constructive and progressive movement for better unity and productivity. I mainly write poetry about love, hope, suicide prevention, and different issues concerning the Millennial Generation. I'm here to be the change I wanna see in the world. **Disclaimer: Some of my poems do deal with homosexual feelings and relations. Although I do not identify as gay, I do not discriminate because you can't come from one side where stones are being thrown at it, and then come out of it just to join those throwing the stones. I write based on past experiences, inspiration, and truth. I completely respect anyone's opinion, as I would like you to. Thank you.**
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