End

End

A Poem by mikesartistry
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qyQx7nxXdD0 The instrumental beat behind my story.

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End

His life was like a movie, but you never
really saw him,
On the outside shining, but inside?
the light, was really dim.
Picture perfect, but the picture wasn't 
perfect.
Suicidal through the smile,
never noticed
Turned to drugs, struggles had him
reimburse it
Cause life chose him, he never chose'd it
He was chosen, caught frozen, sparked a 
L to melt away the burden
Diversity questioned solely,
Why my masculinity got a hold on me?
Silenced in all ways, multi-purposely.
Is this really life is meant to be?
Gun gripping, I'm rocking, steadily...
Wishing it all was an end.
In this world, we're taught to blend,
And in any oddity, to mend
But how can we fix what's NOT broken?
My entity is a full token
Stuck in fantasy, scared of reality
Got to liberate the minds,
I need a strategy
My voice is the rapture against insanity,
This..Ain't..The End.

© 2018 mikesartistry


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mikesartistry
Please be sensitive to what you say. I'm here for constructive criticism, relations, questions, and open conversations. Thank you.

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This was a really moving piece. I could tell it was close to you, and it really personified you and your message. I liked that it was sad and strong at the same time. You didn't dip into the self loathing "this-is-the-end-I'm-going-to-die-soon" theme when you mentioned each hardship in the poem. I really connect with this, and you did a fantastic job. This ain't the end.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Added on January 17, 2018
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Tags: end, spoken word, rap, blend, suicidal, hidden, identity, story

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mikesartistry
mikesartistry

Brooklyn, NY



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18. African-American. U.S Born/Raised. Advocate. Artist. Into Social Justice. more..

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A Poem by mikesartistry