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Kida Price
Poems
Jan 2013
The Anger Scene
I'm isolated, suffocated
I can't see straight cause I'm asphyxiated.
Gasping with nothing but space and air
Who thought a surplus of something would leave you dying here.
I stand. I collapse.
I'm begging for any kind of relapse.
I need a pulse a grain of life
Because monotone affection won't suffice.
I clench and grit to voices I've heard.
They're telling me a sercret to a cure.
Not that I'm sick, I suffer from health,
Not that I'm poor, I'm drowning in wealth.
I'm loved but subistitued with nothing that lives.
I'm adored but replaced with nothing that gives.
So what gives?
It took three hits to pull you off.
It took even more to fall from the top.
I'm craving a hit, I'm itching for haze.
I've been fantisizing a joint in my hand for days.
I don't want to be hostile, I'm trying to be chill
But with the large amount of air I've finally had my fill.
I want to cough and hack and fill the burn
And maybe after I'm gone I won't feel the need to return.
I see your face and I've thought on our time
And right now I'd rather be harsh than to always be kind.
You'll throw it down but I'll pick it up
You'll throw the punch but I'll take the touch.
You're the kind of boy who needs to do what he's told
You're not a man when you're acting 5 years old.
She said you can't talk and she said you can't speak
I don't think you're respecting her but I think you're just weak.
And when you're done with her you'll just find another.
You don't want an equal partner you just want a mother.
And you're grabbing your sack as if you have something to show
Well, I've been there and done that and you still have to go.
Your name is a joke
You're made to choke.
The man card that you have in your pocket has been revoked.
And you're standing all tall like you have something to say
I dare you to tell me something I haven't heard anyways.
Trying to treat me like I'm the one who got away
Telling me that what's-her-name doesn't have what I take.
And boy I took it from you
You gave me the "what to do",
I've seen you cry and moan and bleed like they were mistreating you.
And I'll admit and take blame that I kept taking you back,
Cause back then it was me who didin't have the ***** that you lacked.
Finding excuses
And allowing misuses.
Trying to repair the leak from your loose lips.
Cause you have it bad like I had it good.
Living in style but acting like you're from the hood.
Trying so hard to just live it down.
Well you got what you wanted cause that girl rode you to the ground.
And now I'm up river and a couple of oceans from your mess
And I'm still watching you call out like a spoiled kid in distress.
Acting all tough like you've seen the other side of life
Throwing out curses like you're suffered so much strife.
Thinking that it's everyone else you have to fight,
But the joke's on you cause you're the only one who proved everyone right.
And I'm tired of this talk, as if you found the light,
Well that's my tail lights you see leaving you, out of sight.
And I'm probably sour cause I made a choice
But now it's left me nothing as much as a voice.
And I'll probably sit all resentful with greed,
But it always makes me laugh that you're doing just the same as me.
Just kidding.
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Kida Price
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