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I'm undecided about the title
Contributed by
rogue
on
Saturday, 27th October 2007 @ 12:42:35 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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A day like any other is what was on my mind
I stepped out of the house into the blinding sunshine
Bag over shoulder, I proceed down the street
Seeing all these people who I didin't want to meet
They speakin' but mama said "Don't make a peep"
I step into the school, drop my bag on the floor
They can me up and down, then I'm free
Go further more
I'm standing at my locker and today's a normal day
Then I glance to my left and see what's coming my way
A girl outta place
What gives her 'way is her race
The whole flow stops
This girl cannot exist
Eyes on the ground, she's thinkin similar to this
The plae is quiet, there's absolutely no noise
No rappin' from the boys
No gum smackin' from the girls
This is something that is gonna rock the teachers worlds
I sit down in class an she sits right next to me
This an't be happenin', a cruel jock from her family
This is punishment
You have to do the time in a place that's filled with crime
That's not funny
Cuz they puttin' her life on the line
Destroy her future, pay the price
That's a tearful sacrifice
A risk
To be ridiculed by friends
My reputation's end, but to help her rep begin
I'm glad my ma name me, "Cassie"
That woman has common sense, to name me something like this
So I'd have a job, regardless
Fearful at first she was
Then showed me the same respect and love
"Shela"
I thought funny as hell, started laughing to myself
Shela joined as well
Inseparable
From that day on she was my girl
We were were from two different worlds
And we taught each other barrels
Our friendship
It woulda lasted a life
If I'd have thought twice
bout my hood that cause families strife
Add one more fatality to the fight
Cuz on that day
the bullets came flyin' our way
From every direction was the spray
And I blame myself to this very day
Cuz when the fire had finally ceased
I glanced over at an empty seat
On the ground layin' at my feet
Starring up at me with eyes that couldn't see
My sista Shela was taken from me
Deprieved of her life, I couldn't believe
Another punishment
She shouldn't have been hangin' with me
Cuz on that very mourning she could have went to the beach
To hang with real "friends"
but she kicked with me
Now she's buried six feet
and I'm left alone grievin' for me
cuz all my life we always blamed them
When all of this time, in our own house,
raisin' our kids, puttin' food in their mouth,
sleepin' in our beds
and grievin' our dead
there was something more impetuous
something more strange,
something so raw, but all has a name...
...you
Copyright ©
rogue
... [
2007-10-27 00:42:35]
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