They dont understand you that you cry every night. Play same song 4 past week. They dont understand you wen u isolate urself. When u stress u become depress. When u devil try to play wen u already down. Then here comes an angel that got tangle this mess. Best believe Bess always gonna test you to greatest. People gonna mess with u to see wen u gonna tick. That time u gonna pick up and pluck them off u. They dont understand u cause they still living the past life. While u blasting through the present. They dont understand that u put in hard work. You never had to twerk to move on up. U were brought differently. Making the money but dont let money make u. They dont understand ur race to realize the struggle u had go through to make in life. They dont get that u a female trying to make it in this trump world.
- Author: PoeticSisi0705 ( Offline)
- Published: March 14th, 2017 19:44
- Comment from author about the poem: Growin up as female.
- Category: Surrealist
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