The Dr. said that I'm not doing okay
I replied, "What is that?".
Then he shrugged his shoulders
& dropped some change into my hat.
See me as the garbage;
The tarnished stain that's turning green from oxidation.
When really I've just opened my eyes
to hear the lies from my heavily medicated nation.
My tattoos say that I cant find work
My felonies say that I'll die in prison.
I was hospitalized for mental health conditions
three separate times when I was 13.
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Dear Mom,
I was only being a kid.
I never thought that talking back;
would take any chance for my life to be lived.
You made me an addict before I had a chance to say No to drugs.
I am the product of a war against the ghetto & all I did was play with bugs.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
The Dr. said that I'm not doing okay
I replied, "What is that?".
Then he shrugged his shoulders
& dropped some change into my hat.
See me as the garbage;
The tarnished stain that's turning green from oxidation.
When really I've just opened my eyes
to hear the lies from my heavily medicated nation.
My tattoos say that I cant find work
My felonies say that I'll die in prison.
I was hospitalized for mental health conditions
three separate times when I was 13.
///
Dear Mom,
I was only being a kid.
I never thought that talking back;
would take any chance for my life to be lived.
You made me an addict before I had a chance to say No to drugs.
I am the product of a war against the ghetto & all I did was play with bugs.
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