You were raised in Mississippi
They made you hate this city
Little girl, We don’t have time to waste
So put down that vape
Little girl, You need to breathe life
Not nicotine
You're leaving your life behind
And you can’t breathe
Breaking you down to dust
These people will leave you to rust
You look so good in photographs
laying on the lifeless grass
Hoping the moment will pass
Again
Believing you only have fake friends
Your lies are too good to last
So will you take off that mask
There’s no excuse for you acting this way
Just one more mistake
And you will pay
The consequences to your actions
Not just talking in the past-tense
You said this would never happen
Yet you did it again
So little girl what will it be
Take the blue pill and forget everything easily
Or take the red
And put our differences to bed
And heal your pain
And finally be able to change
You say “it’s them not me”
The truth should set you free
And it would if only they’d let you be
But the truth also hurts
Left you in the dirt
Newly saved
But still not okay
Because that's how you were raised
Now you have to live out your days
In misery
because unfortunately
I was raised in Mississippi
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We are all a product of our past and where and how we were raised. More we are part of the dirt we came from, it is our parent. The last line cements this. A poem of resignation and helplessness. A powerful poem in its hopelessness. Very well done
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A very powerful and emotional write of pure helplessness, we are where we came from , it moulds and teaches us. This is very well written and although sad i am glad I read it
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Engaging writing, the rhythm and flow are good. Thank you for sharing.
You're welcome!!
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