This is about the lost generation
Or generations I should say
These lost boy didn't all choose because they want to get away
Neither did they come from Neverland
They are right here in America
black
they disappeared through the cracks of society
and their families have yet to recover
They weren't the men of the old time
working at least 2 jobs a piece
they were the hip, slick, and cool
the ones who didn't need to go to school
they were the one that sat in cars all day
dealing drugs because it was what payed
they were the ones that rejected their father jobs
saying that they didn't need to work
they wanted to be their own man
not controlled by the man
but they are the ones who lost
walking all day with the pants dragging on the ground
speaking in unintelligible dialects
but not really making a sound
never making dreams for themselves
because they know that they will be lucky to make it 35 years old
focusing on having their fun
before they were shot down by a gun
shout! I say
scream and be heard
nah man! they say
that's too much work
stay woke!
don't forget to vote!
nah man! I'd rather just sit and smoke
the ones that do make it
farther than some
with an occasional job
making a small sum
have deep rooted flaws
taking them out on their family without a cause
I know they try
trying all the time is what some do
but the deep rooted oppression
is what keeps them from going through
so why try?
I cry for my brothas
because now they cant pick themselves up
generations lost
lost boys not learning to be men
Inspiration: A little glimpse of what I see around me.
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Poems (The Patterns of my Mind)
PoesíaThis is a collection of random poems that I usually write when I have even more writers block for my other stories. Current photo belongs to Against the Current (the actual band). *All rights reserved*
