driving past poverty like it's nothing but a plastic bag,
When that's probably all they have,
my grandmas face peels into looks of disgust
"they could never have it like us"
it's so easy to forget to be grateful, a roof over our heads and food in your body yet we still make the time to be hateful,
slowly making my way under that bridge was bitter, shadows quick to swallow the homeless, shits distasteful
it doesn't even cross the mind that they don't have any news to watch, don't know what virus to dodge, time ticking like a bomb, on that wristwatch they just stumbled upon.
Oh but they stole it right? Just a bunch of crack addicts letting karma take its toll, right? got nothing better to do but try and make some money, better dance better on that pole right?
How you disgusted by them but want them to work for you?
How you mad at them when they tryna get off the streets and be just like you?
your gods probably so sad, humanity has gotten so hostile,
Backhanded compliments and shit talking round and round like a turnstile,
maybe we can ask for a second chance in this rotten world, put heaven on speed dial,
take this quarantine time to re evaluate, maybe compile,
A better way to be humane, impactful ways to sustain.
maybe put in a little more action a little less dialogue,
put your soap opera drama on pause, start the prologue,
Father stretch my hands, Stop letting this technology run our minds,
I ain't religious on some hindsight, but Lord send some angels for the homeless, help em clear this fog, tell em, keep ya head up like that mf tupac
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•honeypot thoughts• a book of poems
Poetryall the poems ive written compiled together. thanks for reading if you do <3 I appreciate any feedback, compliments or critiques! My art is inspired by life in and of itself. I try to create pieces based off of anything that touches me persona...
