my america

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Fierce_Flawless, Jun 2, 2004.

  1. Fierce_Flawless

    Fierce_Flawless Hip Forums Supporter HipForums Supporter

    little children
    blood on their hands
    candy in their mouths

    my america

    it is any wonder
    i've been rendered
    ambivalant and unaware
    without a conscience
    without a care
    sailing down the avenue
    streaming through the air
    hot cars, poison planes
    no reason to stare
    no reason to be dazed
    because to day is full of lust and lavish
    today is everyday

    rendered listless by pills
    that convince us that we're not dying
    drowning in an ocean of debt
    unpaid bills
    no one makes connections
    we're too busy bottling ourselves
    in one image or another
    a status or a class
    thinking we're getting a piece of the pie
    we're getting nowhere
    nowhere fast

    but there is a place
    beyond this body
    beyond this face
    there is a nation
    of the free
    behind two eyes
    beyond names
    beyond time
    beyond the stupid games
    we play
    so don't tell me who i am
    or what to say
    i am borderless
    free from the boundries of you wildest expectations
    i am unsaddled, uncurbed, unpredictable elation
    and you'll find me
    in a room
    wearing clothes that aren't my own
    but don't let your perception have its way with you
    this is not me
    this is not my home
  2. VanAstral

    VanAstral Member

    yes, i like very much! good good good.
  3. Mrs.Plant

    Mrs.Plant Member

    I just wanted to tell you that I totally relate to your poem. It's fantastic, really.
  4. littleskinny

    littleskinny Member

    Big thumbs up from me!
  5. mmmnuggets

    mmmnuggets Member


    THE_BIRDMAN Member

    Gots love for the Crip niggas
    Slugs for the bitch niggas
    Cause I'm gon' trip nigga
    And muthafuck your click nigga
    And Cuz down on Ferguson
    Cuz came up missing
    And this hole I'm still diggin
    No remorse, oh of course
    I'm not gonn' give a
    Fuck about that poor nigga will I never up in this liver
    What the D like (nigga!)
    What the S like (killa!)
    What the C like
    Post it up with this Tec-9
    Split that head of a hater nigga that's right
    And got a wake up from them po-po's nigga last night
    See I caught them slippin'
    And I'm gonna crippin'
    Knick knack patty wack shoot the dog a bone
    No, Cuz shoot his ass and the dome
    Did I push back to the set po-po chasin' me
    Blue Ragg, 1-0-4, crippin'... (stayin' true till I die)
  7. SvgGrdnBeauty

    SvgGrdnBeauty only connect

    Wow Fierce_Flawless...that is amazing...and so true
  8. osiris

    osiris Senior Member

    I can relate.

    beneath the shadows of
    gargantuan gravestone beehives.
    babbling into a void
    of radiation, lacksadaisical,
    incoherent, superficial.
    Lost our way in the maze
    on our way to
    the information superhighway.
    So many search desperately
    for an ideal to which the
    tangible world refuses to cater.
    Remorseless craving for a problem,
    from which we need saving.
    Mental Masturbation of
    the Circle Jerk Persuasion,
    lounging contentedly upon conical concrete
    as the emissions spiral into the drain,
    to the center of the universe-

    much love :)
  9. firebird

    firebird Member

    You hit the nail on the head.

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