Explicit PrescriptionA Poem by Not hereSay hello to Ten City Man (TCM). If you are offended by curse words and explicit themes, don't read.
"Hey, uh, I'm here to pick up my pills."
"Do you have a prescription for that sir?" "Nah, girl. I ain't got nothin'." "Well, I need to see a doctor's prescription." "Ok, gimme a sec." [Pulls out gun] Dark, dark writings, yeah I'm all marked up with these lines. And these lines stand behind me and just pay the fines. They stand with their own kinds while I shout the loud signs and we let loose these rhymes that blow all of their minds. No more mister nice guy. Why should I ever try to please all of my critics when I get upset? This s**t, it's making me go crazy and life is just hazy so I grow some daisies on top of all your lazies. Half-assing your job because your just one blob. Don't take care of your family so don't talk, full of your vanity. I'm sick of hearing about you, sick of living with your shoe coming down to smack me back when I just want to attack with my words you won't let me say. This is my day! This is my day! Don't try to hold me down again because I have already been in that situation. No, you cannot stop me. I'll go to the end of the f*****g world to save my people who with me whirled as life threw us all about. I will continually shout all of my insanity mixed in with my profanity. Sorry, if I offend you. Trust me, I'm almost through. Someday I will come back, with a classical poem attack. I will be who I once was. Then I will continue 'cause I know we all need me. Most of all, I need me. To be who I should be. No matter what I should be I continue to be free. No matter how freely I see the world my dad does not agree. I see what he hopes to see in me. He thinks I'm a rebel, rebellious, overall bad. But he is the one that gave me that flame! Dad, by all of your "protecting" and cover I found myself growing even closer to my mother. She works her butt off everyday to care about me and our family. There is so much I want to say, but I cannot because you'll ground me for days! I'm crying here, I'm sobbing, I just want to go back to the time period I used to know. When I was a little kid, full of blind faith. Now, I'm only just in the eighth grade but it feels like I'm centuries old. I'm gone through so many years while I mold into a man I don't want to become! I just want to be happy with you and mum! Why do you keep hurting me so? Don't you understand, don't you know I used to want to be like you! I followed you around to do what you do until that fateful day when you became a different person through some experience you decided to try. What was it? Why did you die on the inside when you came home? Why did you build up a solid dome to shut out everybody who you loved? You call yourself a Christian, a pastor. "Beloved." That's what my f*****g name means but I don't feel it at all! Machines feel more love than I do! This s**t you put me through is driving me to places that I do not want. Faces from my memory haunt me. Everything I see daunts me. I'm lieing! I'm crying, and overall dieing! Somebody help me make it! My life is lost so take it! I'm on my way to my f*****g shack but this ain't over. I'll be back.
© 2015 Not hereAuthor's Note
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