It's Going Down

It's Going Down

A Poem by Whitney
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Sometimes my anxiety and hatred gets the best of me. If you pay attention, or if you like music, you might find that it's like a rap. I'm white! So sue me!! It sounded very nice in my head.

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At night
They do creep
Your defeat
Do you see 'em?
Can you plea?
Do you shake
Like a leaf?
What beef, with me
Do they have?
I can't speak
But they scream
Like a banshee...
And as the sea
The noise echoes...
To the highest degree
Am I crazy?
No one sees
That they want me to bleed
And to scream
Is this a dream?
Are these two separate things?
It's extreme
That they're mean
They radiate in my mind
Like ultraviolet beams
What do I do
To redeem myself?
Or conquer their schemes?

These monsters
These creatures
At the edge of my bed
It's so dreadful..
They just want to rip off my head
And see...
The river of red...
And to shred
My life
My love
By a thread, I am hanging
Like I said...
But where I refuse to be led
Is to my death bed...
So my rights are a woman
Undead
Unwed
Unsaid
And furthermore..
Unread

Cause I have to leave on the light
To escape from their might
In the night
It's not right
And my throat
Gets so tight
And I try
Not to excite myself...
And just hold tightly..
To what I have
Despite all of my blight
I can't even say 'goodnight'
On this site
Cause I know they just might
See their chance
To read me my rights
So they're watching
And waiting
For the slightest slip
Of my mind
So they can ignite
My inner bombs...
So I'm fighting
I don't give up
I'ma punch and I'ma bite
I'll recite them their rights
But it gives me a fright
I'm so polite
But it's going down tonight...

© 2008 Whitney


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AH!!!!!!! DA!! DA Boss!!. Rap on child rap on show these fools what you got, show em who you are and that you just can't Stop!!!!

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Added on October 26, 2008

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Whitney
Whitney

Seffner, FL



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Hey there. (If I miss anything, or you want to know something, ask me, I'm totally friendly) I'm 19 years old. I love writing because I'm a fairly emotional person, and there's so many things in .. more..

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