Black Poetry : The Environment

UniqueOne

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Apr 14, 2003
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The Environment

For some reason I sense hatred
Whispering has become a language
Around my ears
Yet there’s no sense of fear
Because I could care less
About the rest
Of these tricks and no’s
I have no friends
And don’t care bout my foes
It’s every man for him self
I can’t depend on no but me
Friendly no longer trying to be
To these ones who jus gon stab me in my back
And put me on the track
While they try to find the right
Not afraid to fight
For me
And whom I chose to be
I know these hater ain’t gon leave me alone
So I just
Adjust to my surroundings
Adapt to this environment
Just 2 more years before retirement
2 years to deal with these people who think they trill
Let them think what they want
They still won’t
Phaze me
I know these folks crazy
And ain’t got nothing better to do but to be hating

Written by: Rosalyn Ferrell
 

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