BrooklyneseA Poem by Blotted Ink Productions
I have been forced to live my life like an archer's paradox
Aiming to the side, let the wind carry me away And with haste to the target I chase Sometimes I ponder whether the weather is making decisions for me Based on places I walk or if I take transportation of wheeled machines. Constantly having my parade rained on daily. Constantly having to play nice verbally, when all I do is be blunt With specific and accurate trajectory. Never causing havoc, yet receiving mad static Treated like a heretic when I raise my voice and speak Brooklyn English; never broken or tragic Never harsh to my ears, but makes others apprehensive. Makes them fear me, makes them intimidated And I don't know why people gotta lie and force me to Censor and neuter myself vocally. Yo...that's just not me. If you don't like my reasoning and vocalization About past, present, and future contemplations And divisions, fears and apprehensions; My formal and informal opinions About your potentially flawed decisions Then I can call truces, and secede with emotional cessation From this state, this organization And perhaps fly off to some other constellation Where my Brooklynese is appreciated and understood And wholly viewed as truth with no filter Where one word from me won't put people off-kilter Won't have them scatter like roaches when my voice approaches Their eardrums; leaving them partially deaf and numb Stuttering, sobbing, ears throbbing from bleeding embolisms... Sorry I'm blunt; would rather be up front Then talk about your issues later with some stranger, talking junk And regretting our conversation; wishing my Brooklynese would've Sorted out our confused relations. © 2015 Blotted Ink ProductionsAuthor's Note
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Added on April 22, 2015Last Updated on April 22, 2015 AuthorBlotted Ink ProductionsAboutFollow me on Instagram: blottedinkproductions Website coming soon! Creating customized poetry for your significant other. Message me for details! more..Writing
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