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Randy Evans

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

2 poems·Since November 2012
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Why?

November 3, 2012
We are enculturated in- To never speak to that person Who is standing on that corner holding a sign that reads Food for work will I Cause obviously you read it left instead of right Since you left them Helpless Why? Is it that when we are young we are taught That if we fought for what is right all the time we would be Popped Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally and this is no joke to me Because whenever I see someone in need My charitable actions stop. Why- Is it that we have to question Whether we are financially capable of bestowing a blessin' On someone holding a message needing mere seconds Of attention. Why is it that we don't know the root of the problem Or the means to solve them When all we are capable of doing is to sometimes acknowledge them Every time of I think of suffering I pretend that I Too Have to create a script on how I May Survive Whether or not I wish to drink the pain away Or end the Cries That Plague my eyes From the constant stress and depression that Weighs me down on a daily basis And Pray Please lord take my life Today Why? Through this simulation I realized some reasons behind Either wanting money for food or alcohol to cease the mind From living pessimistically in the darkness confined To negativity with no change of direction ever anytime Soon So if I was ever homeless and the only way I could be happy Well I would gladly choose booze Why- Is it that we are judgmental of people who We do not perceive as sensible And Capable of standing on their own two feet Hypocritically when we are all weak At some point in our lives And for some that moment has not arrived Because we have yet to gain the wisdom Of asking ourselves Why?
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