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LK Mar 2015
Me and the crew riding around in the PT Cruiser.
Soda oozin' out the cup like the one of Biggest Loser.
Don't let the insults be spiky, like the shell of King Koopa.
Goin' back and forth : we in the movie Looper.
Be chill like the Buddha.
Dude, uh, I think you dropped your burger.
Electric surger blew up like the Time Warner merger.
The inside of our place on fire ;
The officer called us liars.
Wanted to throw us in the manor on the Cliff of Briar.
Yeah, it's an American Horror Story.
Being profiled because of ethnicity,
We're Mexican, see,
But we're not gonna steal something worth $3.50.
Looking at us like monsters of Loch Ness.
Yeah, we may come from a pool of cess
But you're simply too incredulous
To think of a time other than 1955.
You can ruin our lives
And throw us in jail in the blink of an eye.
Don't even need to find
A shred of evidence to kick our behind.
You feel like we're behind your back
Cocking our guns with a slight click-clack.
About to shoot them off with a ratatatat
While we're caressing our "gang tats".

But that's not how it is.
You think we all give weapons to kids?
**READ THIS AS A RAP**

This was my first draft of a poem I had to write for an ethnicity festival at my school. It was meant to be a bit funny (PT Cruiser) and this was one of my very first poems. I ended up borrowing some stuff from this and used it for the final version combined with my partner's poem that we ended up performing.
Tarek Benbrahim Aug 2020
I am A Child
No Matter how Much I am Kind ,
They  Immersed Dejection In My Mind
My  Wanted Mother , That Sport I couldn t Find ,
HElp Me , Get closer To Me With An Aid,
Chop Chop ,Surger :  At The Drop of The Hat  CHop His  Head ,
Roger !
At The End
They d  store My Ashes within A  Shed
I am From Syria ,
I see Debris Everywhere In This Area ,
Exchanged Shapes as A Flechette
Military Bases  are everywhere Sat Up
How Can I Drive myself away from this Arena ?
Do Not Ask Me AsK China !
Maybe that statement is Lame ,
But Everything is True
It s not A Game
you just Don t Have A Clue ,
What Will you Do With The Fame
If Donald Trump Is Your Name ?
What A shame
Someone Who is Barking out rather  than ironing out
Mental Disorder ,  You are Out ,
Your Strategies Will Never work out
Because :

I M Syrian ,
You Are American ,
I am An Angel ,
You Are A  Villain ,
I am A Dark Horse ,
Who Got A Charley Horse ,
Who One day ,
Himself he Will reinforce ,
So we would Play Together Counter Strike Source !

Miserable Chlidhood ,
That cheered up my Manhood
Like I m Living the Tale of Robin Hood
Grasping A Machibe Gun ,
Fighting For The Country
Helping The Army
Everything Has Become A Fun ,
Reload !
How Does it sound ...
When kins are Laid  Down on The Ground ?
How Does it Sound
When Others  survive for Another Life 's Round ?
Shoot , Bullets , Munition , Rifle ...
Fire , Demolish,  ,pistol ,  Deagle ...
Nightmarish War ,
Landmines , planted C Four
It s A GraveGarden
Locked portals
I can t Unfasten
the Liberty Key has been Stolen ?
Then Journalism starts spinning A Yarn
That we are living like Horses ,
In A Secure Barn ,
Who is The Reporter :?
None !

But :

I M Syrian ,
You Are American ,
I am An Angel ,
You Are A  Villain ,
I am A Dark Horse ,
Who Got A Charley Horse ,
Who One day ,
Himself he Will reinforce ,
So we would Play Together Counter Strike Source !

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