Young Buck

evenwheniLie

 

 

 

 

……Called him young buck, so he could have an angle, most of the time he was someone you wanted to strangle, some good would come his way and he’d just let it dangle, he has no car, and received five thousand dollars, but brought an expensive cat called a bengal, ran out into the street to catch a rolling penny, and almost got mangled. Sales drugs all week with nothing to show for it, advances is sleek, less than meek, as a man he’s got to be feeling weak,  there’s a strength he doesn’t know to seek; humility can be so sweet, as sure as big girls wish they were petite.  Life is one big school and you walked into the closet, don’t have a clue, can’t find your home room so you disguised it; comprised it, with fake lessons and unreal grades you’d never obtain, your life remains the same, now you in a cage, got your ancestors turning in their graves.

  • Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 14th, 2023 23:41
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments2

  • L. B. Mek

    (such an important write
    thank you! dear Poet)
    I hate the term
    'black on black crime'
    it's such bul'sht
    call it what it is
    'criminal on criminals, crime'
    with an obstinate support system
    determined
    to watch the demise of their youth
    than admit defeat, ask for help
    and save
    their youth from their inherited, causality
    of cyclic, ill--fate...!

    • evenwheniLie

      All of America’s past is slowly coming home to the present.

    • 2781

      And my wife thinks I can't prioritise.



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