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Cigarettes and Weed
I smell like Cigarettes and Weed,
Is this what I need?
A high to get me by?
Depression, oppression, and poverty
Needs to experience secession and ultimately
Leave my being.
I'm sick of eating
This bull s*** they feed me
To get by sneakily.
I smell like Cigarettes and Weed,
But I don't smoke,
I just try to leave,
Trying to not be somebody else's joke.
Stressed as I'm pressed against the ropes,
Dressed as I'm from someone's grope
Around my throat.
No identity to identify me,
Yet, I'm expected to be unique.
I smell like Cigarettes and Weed,
Because it creates an ease,
And you can own a moment of peace.
So poor in health and wealth,
We come from this place that's so poor
We cannot even afford a door,
Never mind a proud breadth.
I smell like Cigarettes and Weed,
It's nice and sweet,
Kindhearted and comforting,
Regretful yet pleading.
Here, we fight like it's right,
There is no other way if you stay,
keep killers close if you let your windows close
Because in order to succeed,
you must secede.
I smell like Cigarettes and Weed,
Yeah, that's wjat i need,
A high to get me by.
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This poem is meant to illustrate few of many hardships and emotional conflicts of those who have experienced and lived in extreme poverty. "Cigarettes and Weed" is an expression of some difficulties I've faced, along with others', dealing greatly with temptation to give up and in to drugs, failure, and inability to be self determined and independent. With recent conflict between family and friends always trying for less rather than more, it has inspired me to reflect in the place I live and how easy it is to simply stop trying for my own comfort at someone else's expense and discomfort.