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This is a new one, for a certain "special" motherfucker. It's fresh off the presses so forgive me if it sucks.
Behind My Back
Creepy stares haunt me
I turn my back to see you there
You look like you’ve got something to say
But you don’t dare
Is it coincidence that I live here?
And you’re always practicing there?
I always see you frequently
And we never converse
I feel like there’s unresolved business
When there is really none.
We’ve established that a friendship is fine
But you never put in the time
It’s finally gotten to me now
I feel like I’m always being watched.
I actually look over my shoulder and expect to see you and your stare.
I’ve got nothing to say but wonder if I should call you
Is that your plan?
Is that what you want to happen?
Last night I also read some of my poetry here in Shango along with my fellow Shangolians. This was one of the ones I read:
raw
funny how it seemed so easy when it started
and now things are more complicated
funny how one day we had the world’s support
and the next day they hated us
funny how they will not harm civilians
when civilians are what make up countries
funny how only the people following orders get killed
and the ones who make the life changing orders are never harmed
funny how we turn a blind eye
to other horrors in the world
funny how we pick fights with those we know we can beat
and those suffering already we forget
funny how one day it consumes the news
and then it’s never heard of again
funny how each country blames each other
and no one takes responsibility
funny how the innocent are left to suffer
while those responsible escape by death or borders
funny how we study our history lessons
and just never learn
Behind My Back
Creepy stares haunt me
I turn my back to see you there
You look like you’ve got something to say
But you don’t dare
Is it coincidence that I live here?
And you’re always practicing there?
I always see you frequently
And we never converse
I feel like there’s unresolved business
When there is really none.
We’ve established that a friendship is fine
But you never put in the time
It’s finally gotten to me now
I feel like I’m always being watched.
I actually look over my shoulder and expect to see you and your stare.
I’ve got nothing to say but wonder if I should call you
Is that your plan?
Is that what you want to happen?
Last night I also read some of my poetry here in Shango along with my fellow Shangolians. This was one of the ones I read:
raw
funny how it seemed so easy when it started
and now things are more complicated
funny how one day we had the world’s support
and the next day they hated us
funny how they will not harm civilians
when civilians are what make up countries
funny how only the people following orders get killed
and the ones who make the life changing orders are never harmed
funny how we turn a blind eye
to other horrors in the world
funny how we pick fights with those we know we can beat
and those suffering already we forget
funny how one day it consumes the news
and then it’s never heard of again
funny how each country blames each other
and no one takes responsibility
funny how the innocent are left to suffer
while those responsible escape by death or borders
funny how we study our history lessons
and just never learn