| User | River | | Topic | Ms. Understood | | Message | I would really like some harsh criticism towards my poem. I am new to the site, and i thought i should come in with a blast.
Ms. Understood
I’m not motivated, not captivated, not interested in anything you have to say.
I become a more depressed, stressed and angry teenager everyday.
No one will listen because they never have the time.
I’ve seen more murder in my projects, then soldiers at war, and I’m only in my prime.
See it’s incredibly hard to keep my life in tact.
I mean I don’t have anyone, my daddy’s gone and my moms on crack.
I don’t focus in school anymore; I’ve given up on hope.
I got 4 siblings to watch while she gets to sit around and sniff up dope.
The safest I feel is when a gun is on my waist.
How can a child surrounded by violence not have all this hate?
I can’t work where they give good pay because of the color of my skin.
So I hustle for my money, I mean isn’t name brands what make a black teen fit in?
That means I have my money in my right pocket and cocaine in my left.
Just give me a corner and some drug fiends and pshhh I’m set.
You can ask me why I do it, but I can’t tell you why.
They tell you to continue education but I’ve already given that a try.
Because as much as I scream and shout I still can’t be understood.
Come on you got me talking to social workers and counselors, but they couldn’t survive a day in my hood.
Can’t you see me crying out LOUD, so you could hear?
They say, it’s a phase she’ll get over it, but look into my eyes, NO FEAR!
I’m not a thug, I’m not a hoodlum, I’m a teen with experience.
And as much as you say you don’t see the problem, I know that you’re hearing this.
So don’t judge us because a flag hangs from our pocket, or our jeans don’t fit.
It takes a village to raise a child, SO why have all of you quit?
The class clown could be the next Steve Harvey, despite his corniest joke.
The shy girl who couldn’t read could be the next Maya Angelou.
The less you help us, the population becomes the fewer.
You’re not the psychic hotline so stop predicting our futures.
You put us down, and you lose respect and trust,
The only people who know what we will become is US.
I can’t be moved, I’m almost an adult, stop trying to read my mind and figure me out.
Stop sitting and asking questions we could do with out.
It disgusts me how you portray us in the media and show our bad sides.
I have goals and opportunities, just like you, I’m a human I have pride.
SO make sure you set the record straight before you label me dark and mystic.
Try to understand who I am, before I become just another statistic.
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| User | magnicat | 2005-01-12 | | | Subject | untitled | | Message | no need to get your panties in a bind. i was just letting you know what the deal is. you have a nice day, too. and welcome to elite. i’ll go check out your page. |
| User | River | 2005-01-11 | | | Subject | untitled | | Message | I’m new to the page.... |
| User | River | 2005-01-11 | | | Subject | Ba Himbug! | | Message | No Problem, but...
You get more bees with honey.
And you have a nice day too...
River |
| User | magnicat | 2005-01-10 | | | Subject | untitled | | Message | please post your poem on your user page. the forum is for debates, questions, etc. |
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