Hurricanes in the Brick City
Pay attention 2 the weather
do you hear that
tell me you do
the rain
cries of immigrant children
men of color under siege
do you hear that
tell me you do
the wind
women without any men to guide them
women of color facing oppression
do you hear that
tell me you do
power lines going down, losing my mind
windows shattering, my heart is more fragile than that
superstorms?
that’s my mental limit
i don’t use 100% of my brain
show me how i could
hurricanes in the brick city
they’re not slowing down
no shelter, no state of emergency
i want to run for cover, but my legs can’t move
witnessing my entire reality turn to shambles n’ ruins
knowing there’s nothing i can do about it
i just gotta watch it happen
i can write a million poems but
that still won’t bring back Tina and Maliki
that still won’t get Helen to respect me
that still won’t get Marian to come out of hiding
that still won’t sway Chelsey
that still won’t reunite me with
Tharyn, Kenny, Earl, Chip, and Nukey
i feel outcasted, you just don’t get it
this is what it must feel like to be dead then
misery is ubiquitous as hell
i feel outcasted, i just don’t fit into this world
maybe this ain’t the time for me to be alive right now
2019 is not for me
my nights become lonelier every time i receive another award
great, more people on my dick
my nights become lonelier every time i move up the ladder
great, more people who envy me
my nights become lonelier
every time i cash another check
great, more pieces of shit coming up to me with their hands out
family included
my nights become lonelier
every time i see through the fasads of this system
great, more post traumatic slave syndrome patients attacking me
hurricanes in the brick city
my days become longer, not in a good way either
hurricanes in the brick city
my poems talk to people more than i do
i have the words for conversations but i’m socially incapable, you know this
i lose friends faster than i can keep them
i get dumped faster than i can get laid
i am criticized more than i am praised
i’ll be abhorred long before i am admired
hurricanes in the brick city
call it Hurricane “Trpy Shvt”
the storm represents my subconscious
unleashing a force on man never seen before
rage and stress combining, call it the Fusion Reborn
WE ARE KHALI
the ultimate being
About the Creator
savage writer
http://bit.ly/TRPY
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