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Sometimes it feels like I'm writing to write,
to get things off my mind,
to paint a pictures,
and keep on adding lines.
Write poetry that insight fear,
but in your mind does clear.
Recent events that happen,
and your mood it did dampen.
Though lyrically simple,
the message quite complex.
Causing you to think,
and your brain muscles to flex.
Yet sometimes I wonder,
if the underlying message is too hidden.
Is it able to be seen,
or too far gone from vision.
I wonder what it's like,
to not be the writer,
to be the reader,
instead of the inciter.
To instead of causing thought,
to be provoked to think,
because of what you written on the paper,
and decided to ink.
Wonder what it'd be like,
to be on the receiving end,
instead of the giver,
on whom which you depend.
Then my mind wanders,
to new places,
to see new things,
and see the new faces.
See women,
wonder about their struggle.
The stay at homes,
or the after work snuggles.
The single parent homes,
the one that loans.
The one who is so lonely,
and to nobody belongs.
Look at minorities,
look at the fear.
The anger which incited,
when a cop comes near.
Looking at the businessman,
working to provide.
Needing stress relief,
so in a mistress confides.
Observing the relations,
and the ensuing confrontations.
Without invitation,
resulting in no elation.
No one's happy.
Not asking the world to be perfect.
But can't we just try,
to make a world we won't reject.
Where people understand struggles,
and respect each other.
I'm asking to be seen as equal,
not a sister or brother.
Overrated,
the amount of acceptance we claim,
That's why it's so big,
if a white rapper rises to fame.
It matters so much,
a Black became president.
That a person you loved for years,
is an illegal resident.
Didn't matter before,
but now there's an issue.
You're full of bull,
wipe yourself, here's a tissue.
People preaching acceptance,
preaching equality,
yet the approaches to it are ridiculous,
like a full on lobotomy.
People claiming to have ideas,
to fix business and the country.
Yet don't realize the faults,
that would leave half the country hungry.
I don't, people's ridiculousness,
has gotten so far out of hand.
My mind just bounces around,
and I write where it lands.
Disagree or agree,
say what you would like to me.
I'm willing to listen,
the way our government ought to be.
Damn.
