Chelsea Robinson
Lyric Poem
September 11, 2014
Sometimes I feel different,
but in a sense just the same,
I was walking down a tight rope,
My balance about to fall.
I hear the girls in the stalls,
I hear them talk of each others’ pain,
It makes me feel so different,
I’m on a spiritual plane.
I know that if they felt,
My feelings in the raw,
They’d view their priorities,
They’d know that they were wrong.
I know I sound conceited,
But when my hope had been depleted,
I found my voice of reason,
I was yet to be defeated.
I want to speak the truth,
but no one wants to hear it.
They just want the fruit of youth.
So here I lie in silence,
I watch the kids and violence,
Some are so defiant,
while the ignorant remain compliant.
My friend is actually a pretty good rapper, and we were wanting to start making videos and posting them on Youtube, If I changed the words around and made the syllables match up this would be a kick a** rap.
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