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Xavier James

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

3 poems·Since November 2014

My motivation became a habit. What you see here is a gift given through hard work and perseverance.

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The Next Generation

December 22, 2015

Freewriting Freestyle: The Next Generation

 

So she say I don’t listen

‘Because I’m on a mission

Momma says I’m gifted trying to change the world we live in

Even when your pocket empty you can still pay attention

I have the brains; I just have to paint the vision.

Life full of stress

“Juggling work, school, and personal relations.”

With a heart cold- solid ice in my chest

I feel like we’re Castaway- having to get it on our own

We were S.O.S. still no help came.

Every night I have many questions so I pray to God

“Can you bless me with some wings?

So I can learn to fly… Far away from here.”

In this life, you have to deal with evil

Just like every other day, they try to down my generation

And I just want to live… We just want to live.

The pain you have let it go

But will we make it to tomorrow we’ll never know.

We just want to live… I just want to live.

Stabbed in the back by the same ones you hug.

Don’t worry about the hate just retain all the plugs.

Looking forward to the future ‘cause the pain is present now

Can’t give up until its finish only need another round.

And be proud ‘cause every man must die

So I hold my chin up and my head held high

Knot of lies

Had to get my hands untied

Fought for nothing; I’m a stand-up guy

So when you stand up fly.

We struggle to compete help you at your lowest

I’m the muscle for the weak

So they think we’re all equal (evil)

Just a bunch of lost people and they all say we’re equal (evil)

Now we finally have a chance

To put our dreams into plans; this is my thank you in advance.

 

 

 

 

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