poetry

Angry Inside

I read this book once that told me not to watch the news
Like, every time you turn to it, you’re greeted with the blues.
I wish I would’ve listened.
I wish I would’ve given,
Less time to the bullshit, but you’re in the same position.

And it’s not just in the paper
Not just on your TV,
It’s everywhere that you are, from Facebook to Worldstar
But
Twitter here’s the worst,
The anonymity hurts
For example,
You see a KKK wannabe
Laughing publicly ’bout history and
Things that shouldn’t be.
Death.
Is the number one trending topic
I try to block it
Why in the world can’t I stop it
From spreading
at least from the screen to my dome
where happiness was a once home
I got so much going on.
Like the Martin kid’s trial
Got the world in denial.
Since when does justice result in such a feeling of sufferin’
There’s clash from us to those of you who think that it’s nothing.
And it is compared to ratios of those who die to who lives.
Like why did a young dead celeb, bring about the les mis.
Do you realize?
The thirty million somebody’s who barely became kids
It’s part of a reality I simply up and delete
But today is just a day where it’s weighing on me.

I read this book once that told me not to watch the news
Like, every time you turn to it, you’re greeted with the blues.
I wish I would’ve listened.
I wish I would’ve given,
Less time to the bullshit, but you’re in the same position.

And there’s a different kind of news going around at work
Nothing about politics, but some bureacratic bull ish at work
See my e-mail is second hell, just like any news feed
It tells me when people are crying
Makes my party heart bleed.
In particular, this chick checking up on what I’m doing.
It feels like my pastor asking me not if, but who the hell I’m screwing.
Like why’s my business really your concern anyways
Especially when you see me grinding out my business all day
There are higher powers in play
That check up on me still
They come direct
So until I’ve got a question, please chill
I mean I feel where you’re coming from
You only wanna help
But it’s funny how I figured something you missed out on yaself
Every time I see your messages, it only brings me down
Like why is she all in my ear going round and round and…

I read this book once that told me not to watch the news
Like, every time you turn to it, you’re greeted with the blues.
I wish I would’ve listened.
I wish I would’ve given,
Less time to the bullshit, but you’re in the same position.

Negativity
It’s spreading from your laptops to your phones
Negativity
It follows you from your desk to your home
Negativity
Lurks to surprise you on a good day
But on a good day, you’d pay a smile to the heresy.
Negativity
Grows where disappointment arose
Tingles you from your heart, all the way to your toes
And it shows
Because you carry it high on your back
And until I wrote it down,
I couldn’t deal with all that.

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