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Samuel Garcia Oct 2016
I love the love at the bottom
The way the roses blossom through any problem from the concrete
Oblivious to defeat

Never cared for a silver spoon
As long as the love around the dinner table was true
All the loot, can care less
All the amount of money in the world can amount to emptiness
Without the people you care about to share it with

No matter what Caucasian, African, Hispanic, or Asian
There was always an appreciation
Every day survived was a graduation for nobody had to face cremation
Lack of communication is what is waiting at the top
When material begins to get heavily involved
Relations tend to be lost

Materialism contaminates thoughts
Being more worried about what we just bought rather than who we are
Look at a reflection of yourself and realize who you have become
Always remember where you came from
401 · Jan 2017
Misused
Samuel Garcia Jan 2017
They just use me.
Gripped by the hands of vengeance
Magnetizing attention,
I am the essence of negative presence.
Manufactured to protect and defend
Not to descend you or any of your friends.

Being brought into many cold days and ****** nights
Manipulated into assisting homicide
They fill my cold stainless steel torso with unwanted slugs
As my head is cocked back,
I envision the man in the scrubs.
Then I am released.
Spitting out a regret,
I yearn for I have probably just killed your first born.

Media convinces that this world is torn
Wars from shore to shore causes you to ignore what I’m really for
Police cores don’t help
Every time they see a minority walk out a drugstore they’re quick to say “Knees on the floor”
Then wrongly accuses for having darker colored pores

This is what happens when I am abused
Cognitions stir confused
I apologize but I am misunderstood
My owner deserves to be accused
Because I have been misused.

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