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What The heck

August 2, 2013
By DemetriusF BRONZE, Chicago, Illinois
DemetriusF BRONZE, Chicago, Illinois
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What the heck is wrong with my people.
I write my poems to get through to the people, but it seems I need a new approach.
Because these people just don't understand even though I give them chance after chance.
Are my poems to complicated or are the words to big to comphrehend?
You know my poems are being wasted, My people don't care when I talk about the racist patience and the boy who was like me who got his grades up and now he's the master of basic bases, but don't worry about me because I'm going on a vacation, and when I come back I'll try to make the empty spaces a declaration of a further evaluation while I continue to travel my road to make, a better nation with equal races and no disegragation or discrimination.
Aww...wait I've done it again spit these big words which hurt the minds of my mis-educated youth.
So let me make it simply but amuse my mind because my education is the same as the mind of the boy I met whom didn't know how to rhythm but still as I spit this education, and emotion you look at me as if I just got roasted or toasted.
Hmph..you must think I'm a nut, but I still want to know what is wrong with my people.
Do you feel like your not equal even when I spit my prequels to a brand new sequel of education and the further discrimination.
Well I guess the only way to let you see is to sit back and watch as the world continues to bleed.
Bleeding the blood of the innocent lives because they were at the wrong place at the wrong time, but it seems weird how the police never seem to find the guy who did it.
Hmph...so as you continue to see on the news how some little boys died, and how these three girls escaped there captors tight bind don't lose your mind when I spit my rhythms because it's about time you learn the extent of my mind, but that still doesn't tell me what the heck is wrong with my people.
But the essential question is who can defeat them.
Because there is nothing wrong with my people.
They just say that to make them feel unequal, and deter them from what they can compete for.
So when they ask what is wrong with my people just say cause you never treat them like they're equal.


The author's comments:
Well, when I figured out that the poetry I wrote for my people.(My people meaning people of all color or race.) were not taken serious. It hurt me and I wanted to let them know how I felt by writing this.

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