Society

Society

A Poem by FaithfullyJennyBear

Society can't rule us all

Like what streets you can play ball.

The love you cherish

Has to be locked in a cage

Because of the difference in two lovers' age.

The way you get your anger out

The wrists that show the marks,

You have to keep them covered because

Society would torture like sharks.

You have to hide the way you dress

Avoid the names they call.

Stereotypical voices

Usually win all.

Chavs, Emos, goths and tarts,

s***s or w****s, they always leave marks.

One thing we all have to learn

No matter what the day,

Society won't accept anything

We do or think or say.

© 2011 FaithfullyJennyBear


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Exactly my outlook on society...they won't accept anything nowadays. They won't stand for anyone trying to do thier own thing. Soon, it'll be a new age of 1984, where soon we'll always be watched by telescreens and Big Brother. We soon won't be allowed to do things by ourselves without assistance with us at all times. With society, we aren't allowed to be ourselves...express ourselves...escape...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Society is a play ground it plays with us and we play with it, but it is never a fair game that is played

Posted 13 Years Ago


Exactly my outlook on society...they won't accept anything nowadays. They won't stand for anyone trying to do thier own thing. Soon, it'll be a new age of 1984, where soon we'll always be watched by telescreens and Big Brother. We soon won't be allowed to do things by ourselves without assistance with us at all times. With society, we aren't allowed to be ourselves...express ourselves...escape...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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FaithfullyJennyBear
FaithfullyJennyBear

England, North east , United Kingdom



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I'm Jenny, I'm 18, and my mind is made for poetry, it's how I think, it's how I get my feelings out, It's how I'm heard, may not always be good but it's how I feel inside :) I've also had every colou.. more..

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