I grew up around here
seven and a half billion minds in fear
I grew up around here
They lash you in public
For being queer
Not meaning to be gothic
But
yeah , i grew up around here
The fittest survive,
They thrive
But the rest never get a chance to feel alive
For two hundred thousand years
We have shed more tears
Than we have killed more peers
In fear
Of the sheer ferocity
And agony
With time we seeked hope,
Answers
Not knowing it would cause disasters
In a desperate attempt to cope
There comes this point in life
Where you do not know that which is okay
And that which is not
In this mystery called life i am caught
Is it not okay to be gay
Or to say that which you want to say
Or pray, to allah
Or messiah?
For I know what power feels like
It makes you childlike
Its a beautiful thing
To it though, one must not cling
For it corrupts you,
Disrupts those around you
Bankrupts you
Erupts out of you
Yet every single one of us
Every single one of us,
Who ever created a fuss
Fails to realize
Or hear cries
See through what they call white lies
To realize that
Maybe we are just humans
And that the things we do are inhuman
And that none of us are superhuman
But what can i say
All i can do is pray
But maybe even that is not okay
I mean at the end of the day
I’m just one of them teenagers
Not a dictator
Or a part of the legislature
I just write stuff
Trying to pretend to act tough
Cause at the end of the day
They can simply put me in handcuffs
Its okay for me to be unheard
Cause everything i say is absurd
And there is no need for my questions to be answered
Because,
I grew up around here
Cause i grew up around here
In this atmosphere of fear
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 12:57 AM UTC
I grew up around here
seven and a half billion minds in fear
I grew up around here
They lash you in public
For being queer
Not meaning to be gothic
But
yeah , i grew up around here
The fittest survive,
They thrive
But the rest never get a chance to feel alive
For two hundred thousand years
We have shed more tears
Than we have killed more peers
In fear
Of the sheer ferocity
And agony
With time we seeked hope,
Answers
Not knowing it would cause disasters
In a desperate attempt to cope
There comes this point in life
Where you do not know that which is okay
And that which is not
In this mystery called life i am caught
Is it not okay to be gay
Or to say that which you want to say
Or pray, to allah
Or messiah?
For I know what power feels like
It makes you childlike
Its a beautiful thing
To it though, one must not cling
For it corrupts you,
Disrupts those around you
Bankrupts you
Erupts out of you
Yet every single one of us
Every single one of us,
Who ever created a fuss
Fails to realize
Or hear cries
See through what they call white lies
To realize that
Maybe we are just humans
And that the things we do are inhuman
And that none of us are superhuman
But what can i say
All i can do is pray
But maybe even that is not okay
I mean at the end of the day
I’m just one of them teenagers
Not a dictator
Or a part of the legislature
I just write stuff
Trying to pretend to act tough
Cause at the end of the day
They can simply put me in handcuffs
Its okay for me to be unheard
Cause everything i say is absurd
And there is no need for my questions to be answered
Because,
I grew up around here
Cause i grew up around here
In this atmosphere of fear
This poem was written to reflect my socio political views
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