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I don't do much poetry, per se...
Instead, I present "Lyrics by P.o.A"
Poetry in a sense, yes?
Verse 1
You were born into a generation,
Bred in procrastination,
Can you see the connotations?
Can you hear it? Can you feel it?
Taken from us what was ours,
Before the card was even charged,
Expectations have been enlarged.
We can't meet them. We won't heed them.
Our way of life has been bombarded,
Our right to win has been discarded,
Our feeding fire has been retarded.
Give it back. We'll take it back.
It's a war, they're on the winning side,
We can't run and we can't hide,
All our outs have been denied.
We can fight it. We can beat it.
Bridge
You ask me about my mom,
You ask me about my dad,
These are the role models that I have.
Out on the street,
Stuck on the pipe,
And you look down upon my life?
Chorus
We are bred of the disadvantaged youth.
What does that say about us?
Verse 2
They ask us to justify,
The morals that we live by,
While they themselves cannot deny,
They birthed us. They raised us.
They look down on our claims,
Yet they gave us all our names,
Forced us to play their games.
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We're expected to take a shot,
At the things our parents could not,
Learn the lessons we weren't taught.
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Now we pay for their mistakes,
We can never catch a break,
Nothing left for us to take.
We can fight it. We can beat it.
The question marks are because I'm not quite finished...
Furthermore, here's a haiku I just wrote about DaniGirl:
Puts down the sweet juice,
Like a fish in the water,
...We will pass tonight
I love haiku poems...
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