I guess this is a new start for me,
But, starting fresh ain't free,
Getting rid of all the ideas you had,
Just throw it in a bag and put it in the trash,
All the ideas you thought were great were mediocre at best,
In conclusion, they were a mess,
You become older and stop caring about little things,
Don't care about no "Hotline Bling,"
Wisdom and knowledge are calling,
You better pick up when it rings,
It's calling my name,
Begging me not to stay away,
Witnessing injustice first hand,
Misogyny dismissed like it's nothing bad,
Generations are taught that this is the norm,
Babies subjected to disrespect and scorn,
So, here I stand,
With nothing but a paper, pen, and phone in hand,
Bringin' the truth to you , 'cause society doesn't do it enough
Oh, yes, honey, it's rough,
I am unable to become oblivious again,
Consciousness is heavily weighing in,
So, I'ma give y'all something real,
I'ma give y'all some time to heal,
Your wounds are resurfacing,
Taking in everything I said that was disheartening,
Do you feel it yet?
You know, that thing you felt in your chest?
Starting fresh isn't easy,
I just wanted you to know it was never free.
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Chrysalis ↠ Poetry
PoesiaA collection of poetry from the young mind of a black, teenaged girl that experiences hardships and witnesses struggle on a day-to-day basis. There will be use of AAVE (African-American Vernacular English). Before you say anything about how it isn'...
