I fly
Damn I wish I died
Can’t breathe
To my beat
Can’t speak
My rhymes
I fight can't start
Crying
I'm a man
I am what they
Want me to be
I hate riding in the same
Tracks
Can't get off till
The end of the ride
My ups
And
My downs
Stabs me in the back
Or kisses me on the front
When I get off
I'm running my
Own ride
Damn I wish I died
Can’t breathe
To my beat
Can’t speak
My rhymes
I fight can't start
Crying
I'm a man
I am what they
Want me to be
I hate riding in the same
Tracks
Can't get off till
The end of the ride
My ups
And
My downs
Stabs me in the back
Or kisses me on the front
When I get off
I'm running my
Own ride
by M0ti0n
posted by CDCStudent @ 9:11 AM
1 Comments:
The rhythm you set up in this poem really seems to demonstrate the feelings you describe. It comes in fits and starts, and I imagine that is what the speaker is experiencing. I also think the rhyming is fantastic- it caught me by surprise the second time I read the poem!
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