Eyez like a mirror, soul like a Finch

[jaymie]

We are societies down low inefficient crack hoes
We're raised to be a cog in this factory called life
Tryin' to bust out just one more rhyme, just one more time
Doing the funky chicken until your legs hurt so bad you don't even care how you look anymore
Cryin' so hard at devastation and destruction that you think you oughta be back home by now, but you're still where you left off and there ain't no escaping
Someone still thinks you're just a crack hoe
I see it in your eyes as you pass me by, we are lost and lonely and desperate to get out
You see this in mine too
We all got a part in this plan to try and not go down
In our own dark alleyways
But we get caught up in the sound of our voices
Recitin' poems we think no one may see or get touched by
Our hope could pull a rope down from the sky
But we must reach other, or else we'll pull the ropes down fightin' to get out and steppin' on eachothers throats instead of helpin' eachother out

Sorry for the edit. Had to make it clearer for the people. This is actually an old poem, but revamped and was fire fuel from something that happened to me earlier in the day. A guy who I briefly met at a bus stop saw me staring at some kick ass graffitti on the wall and he asked me if I liked it. I was in a bad fuckin' mood and only said I thought it was pretty cool. I wanted to say more like I thought it was so awesome it could break down a wall or two, didn't even know if he did it, but I wouldn't normally care. I thought the shit was tasteful and deserving of good wall art credit. I was too uptight and feeling like shit that I forgot my responsibility to help a fellow brotha out and I stuffed my soul into a cage! It came out here, god am I glad I fucking did something with it.

Peace

 

[skjalff]

I love it!


<quote:
Doing the funky chicken until your legs hurt so bad you don't even care how you look anymore
Cryin' so hard at devastation and destruction that you think you oughta be back home by now, but no they think you're still just a crack hoe
I see it in your eyes as you pass me by, we are lost and lonely and
You see it in mine too
We all got a part in this plan to try and not go down
In our own dark alleyways
But we get caught up in the sound of our voices
Recitin' poems we think no one may see or get touched by
Our hope could pull a rope down from the sky
But we must reach other, or else we'll pull the ropes down fightin' to get out and steppin' on eachothers throats instead of helpin' eachother out
:quote>

this is real powerful. My thoughts of this were that in 'us' wanting to separate ourselves from 'evil' of the world we forget of the others who try to do the same, we forget that there are people who actually do Understand and we go about feeing ourselves solo, thinking ourselves unique and self-sufficent. I know it might be not what you meant, but that was my thought that your piece provoked. Again, I really enjoed it.


skjalff

 

[jaymie]

Ghandi once said: "Western man stocks his pantry and thinks himself self-sufficient."

Right on! You hit the nail on the head skjalff. That is precisely what I meant.

 

[skjalff]

jaymie: your edit totally made it clear, see, I quoted only part starting with "Doing the funky chicken" because I honestly didn't understand what the part before that was for, I mean now that you explained it the unedited version totally makes sense too, its really cool!!

skjalff