I Wanna Write a Poem
I wanna about how hard living is sometimes
About how millions are dying everyday but the news only talks about what star is pregnant
I wanna write about Iraq, Sudan, or Thailand
About how poverty can make you do things you didn't think you would
About how everyday a child cries because he or she is hungry or cold or alone
or a teenager cries because he or she is scared or hated or alone
or an adult cries because he or she is homeless or dying or alone
And how sometimes we all get so lonely that we have to cry
And sometimes we drown in those tears and sometimes we're out of tears to cry
But thats not all...
I wanna write about how glorious love can feel
I wanna write about that feeling you get when you know that somewhere somebody cares about you and it makes you feel a little bit less lonely
I wanna write about finding quarters on the sidewalk and making wishes at 11:11 at night in the car with your friends
I wanna write about your first kiss
about blueberry muffins that taste better because you made them yourself even if they do turn out grey
About friends who haven't spoken in years talking like old times.
I wanna write a poem about a new pair of shoes.
Not done yet
I wanna write a poem about how racism and sexism are still alive.
About how civil rights are only a footnote in a history book
About how propaganda and mob mentality can take control
About young kids that think wearing a swastika makes you "hardcore" and "punk"
- it doesn't. It makes you look like an ignorant jerkoff. Read a book or fall off the earth.
I wanna write about how nobody protests like the good old days.
I wanna write about how the people who whine about not being listened to never do anything about it.
I wanna write about changing the world.
But what can I do
The great songs that were written to give cause to the downtrodden are now merely words with notes for some youngster hoping to become famous on tv.
The great stories about love and life have all been dressed up to be mass marketable.
And the revolutionaries have all been decried as radicals.
And artists are all told not to quit their day jobs.
Thank you for letting me, nobody that I am, at my little keyboard, write this poem.
About how millions are dying everyday but the news only talks about what star is pregnant
I wanna write about Iraq, Sudan, or Thailand
About how poverty can make you do things you didn't think you would
About how everyday a child cries because he or she is hungry or cold or alone
or a teenager cries because he or she is scared or hated or alone
or an adult cries because he or she is homeless or dying or alone
And how sometimes we all get so lonely that we have to cry
And sometimes we drown in those tears and sometimes we're out of tears to cry
But thats not all...
I wanna write about how glorious love can feel
I wanna write about that feeling you get when you know that somewhere somebody cares about you and it makes you feel a little bit less lonely
I wanna write about finding quarters on the sidewalk and making wishes at 11:11 at night in the car with your friends
I wanna write about your first kiss
about blueberry muffins that taste better because you made them yourself even if they do turn out grey
About friends who haven't spoken in years talking like old times.
I wanna write a poem about a new pair of shoes.
Not done yet
I wanna write a poem about how racism and sexism are still alive.
About how civil rights are only a footnote in a history book
About how propaganda and mob mentality can take control
About young kids that think wearing a swastika makes you "hardcore" and "punk"
- it doesn't. It makes you look like an ignorant jerkoff. Read a book or fall off the earth.
I wanna write about how nobody protests like the good old days.
I wanna write about how the people who whine about not being listened to never do anything about it.
I wanna write about changing the world.
But what can I do
The great songs that were written to give cause to the downtrodden are now merely words with notes for some youngster hoping to become famous on tv.
The great stories about love and life have all been dressed up to be mass marketable.
And the revolutionaries have all been decried as radicals.
And artists are all told not to quit their day jobs.
Thank you for letting me, nobody that I am, at my little keyboard, write this poem.