Black Poetry : The Environment

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  1. UniqueOne

    UniqueOne Well-Known Member MEMBER

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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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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    haters well felt poetess
    so many round us in every crack
    keep flowin'
     
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