Everything Wrong With The World In 50 Lines Or Less

Poem I wrote cause... well everyone kinda sucks.

She listens to the beat as she swivels her hips

But sits crying at night slitting her wrists

Her eyes are deep brown but bright with fire

A smoke made of oppression where death feels most dire

She’s whitens the surface and darkens her heart

Its better not to feel then to be ripped apart

She bleeds out with music but sings a quiet song

She longs for the feeling to not feel at all

Its true what they say about wearing a mask

High hopes of bright futures to be dimmed by dark pasts

But lets face it, the truth is in the lies that we tell

We speak of a heaven as we wait in this hell

We blame society, but that’s who we are

We’re the people of ignorance, of war and cold hearts

Raise money for the poor, but don’t give on the streets

We smile then make judgements about the people we meet

You see that girl, with the hair over her eyes?

The one who is great at always telling lies

Not with her tongue but with the smile that she gives

Her poker face strong, that’s how we all live

Life’s like a game, where we all climb to success

But we play with poor sportsmanship forgetting the rest

What about the helpless? The weak and the young?

It’s like Russian roulette; you never know who’s been stung

I get it, we have campaigns and songs

We say “love each other” and “bullying’s wrong”

But if you want to fix a problem, start at the beginning

If the victim shows fear, the bully is winning

We must come together, not to stand up

But to go to the corner and ask shy girl what’s up

She may say nothing, or she may say it all

But one thing’s for sure: she’ll be thankful of something so small

We will never stop bullying, and that’s that

This brown skin called ugly, and these hips called fat

It’s hard to change something like your ethnicity

But I’d like it a lot better if it wasn’t my identity

I make black jokes first so you feel safer with words

But racism is STILL A THING, don’t know if you’ve heard

It’s hard enough to be apart of the 0.3

And it’s even harder because “Loud Girl” is me

I know what your thinking, “Wow, this is deep”

But how many of you will let the words seep

Will you change your life, or the life of another

Pass a compliment over, try to love one another

Stop talking s**t about bullying prevention

When the real need is for self re-invention

Now you know my instruction, you know what to do

How will you feel when “Loud Girl” is you?

Reviews

[JC]

I'd love to hear this read to a beat, great flow ,emotion and imagery.