This poem is about stuff I/others went thru and I really tried to making every thing come together in a way you could understand and in a way I can make it into peotic justice...
~Love, Kelia <3
Society has the word twisted
The way that some of us see it… Let’s just say I hope that it someday gets delisted.
It has a stronger meaning than muscles
Doesn’t take me to show you the money I make whether I work for it, busk or hustle
Think that there’s a kid out there holding back his tears while his parents decide of its sex drive.
That same kid is in fury burning his insides as he decides to stay silent and let his feelings eat him alive
The feeling you feel inside so demolishing it makes you thrive
Tip your hat to that kid cause he’s stays speechless in hopes of staying alive
That clenching dollop making its way down your esophagus when you’re spending your every cent
Think of it this way… this money you’re spending is just money that’s spent
Ghezz, there’s a single mother out there getting kicked out of her 1 bedroom apartment cause she’s down every percent
Now she’s thinking of ways to get her 5 kids off theses streets and in to learning every school sheet while living on this cement
And you’ve just drove by her so tiered so you collapse in your cottage tent thinking of everything your just overspent
I know an 11 year old girl out there using her arms as a canvas
Cutting every part of it she couldn’t even stand it
So she stopped it, so I stopped it
After that one day I watched blood pour out me and I dropped
Ending up in a room with 4 white walls watching people not even getting the chance to opt whether they would live or not
It’s in that moment I realized
As the doctor looks into my saline filled eye
That I want to be a bride
I wanna to live far from the homicide with my husband and kids I’ll be too proud of to hide
“Are you feeling better?” he asks to which I reply
! I DON’T FEEL BETTER I FEEL STRONG!