I closed my eyes and picked this to post...Good or bad idea?
Eyes See You
I am who I am thatâ ™s how I feel
At least when I stay inside
There you are waiting as I emerge
Letâ ™s see who strikes first
The way you see me seals the moment
Before I reach the mirror its over
You judge with the blindness that justice promises to bear
The way we look the way we talk
The car you drive even where you park
How much do you make what are you worth
Did you earn it fairly or get rich at birth
Look at his clothes torn shirt and jeans
What a loser for sure a man of no means
Your own private road to your gilded estate
Ensconced in your mind you love how we hate
Where did he grow up whereâ ™d he go to school
Oh I know his family none of them are cool
So much hate so much more than race
All the knives come out but not in your face
The stares the glares shooting myopic views
Judging all without one step in their shoes
Tillâ ™ death theyâ ™ll despise us never will they stop
For to keep us down is how they stay on top
Yikes, because it is so well written,
yikes, because it is too often true.
We all need a better view.
ma
For end or beginning and journeys fate
Of no own will, no path to map
Life waits as a beggar at a gate.
I am proud, to that Iâ ™ll agree,
Would rather die than to any bow
Spend life in darkened poverty
For shame upon he who retains me where
My heroes dead and the living bound
I am angry when faced with this hound
Who laughs at my helplessness whilst tormented he
Berates my nonexistence of an eternity.
Such horrors in the world, greater woes than mine
⠘⠙They would all be free, if you⠙d only try.⠙⠙
Goading an action he will undoubtedly impede
with devious trickery, yet reason will succeed
Who does one call to, and who would care
For the burning remnants of a shining past.
Knew full well my fate, and did capture berate
Yet the wickedness dwells with me here.
Who should we battle, with whom do we war
The west is an evil, denyâ ™s its presence meawhile
The east is as yielding as blind sheep to a fool
As they follow the orders of a cunning, devious stool.
I witness Gods dying and like he I wish too
That my life be ended if no future my fate
Hell prospers and grows as the devil shows
What is heaven, filled bellies and money in ones purse.
How wealthy and prosperous they must think me afar
A woman of means, an ex luminary star.
How little they know of cold rooms and bitter tears
Of a soul long forgotten by a world passed by.
Menfolk downtrodden by harlots who hated
The blessed amongst women, now look at her, laugh
Itâ ™s said she lives, as a zombie on a hill
And none know or hear here, except her passing by.
Old friends come to call, one they know of an ancient
Who lives in celestial realms from drudgery so distant?
How little they know of the silent screams and the show
Knowing glances, none utter what all know full well ...
I prefer naked, Earth's Nudist Camp, no pocket books, all hard covers.
cheers, tally ho, ariva derci and all that gaga.. I got to run..
Oh but YES GOOD idea.. nice write..
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