Way Up

Way Up

A Poem by Michelle May
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Feeling down in the process of the grow up, still trying to blow up.

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Now how does a person grow up with no love,

No dad here, no man figure to look up.

No family support so by the age of eighteen I was already grown up.

Negativity everywhere distracting me from my glow up.

I know I’ll be great but the way I’ve been feeling lately, I need to shake up

Because my heart is getting real cold.

So cold, I better warm up.


 I’m trying to make it far; I’m trynna to blow up.

Not on my level, so trying to understand me will force you to speed up.

Get up.              

 Focus on yourself, don’t get held up.

I know sometimes I may look stuck up,

But that’s from being hurt in the past so I can’t let anyone close up.

People have done me so wrong, they have all slipped up.

Then tried thinking it was okay by trynna pick it back up.

Tired of covering my crooked smile and hurt eyes with makeup.


Wake up.

All they want you to do is “turn up”.

 Instead of getting your work up, they want good opportunities to get cut.

Can’t even dress the way you want because you’ll get judged up.

Schools’ already making dress codes thinking showing shoulder is too much. 

Black folks getting shot for going to a corner stores and getting lunch.

Native Americans getting paid to keep calm for their land they don’t even own anymore or touch.


I should be underneath a palm tree on an island enjoying a coconut,

But instead I’m trying to write whatever this is, thinking way too much.

Trying to allow myself to stay in touch with everything around me,

Including nature that’s so fucked up.

 

Trees dying, animals crying, oxygen dying.

We should be spitting facts about the world around us, not dissing artist on who’s the flyest.

Governed and controlled by the “smartest”.

 Labeled for the grades but not the mindset, they’re a target.

Swear they’re harmless, but they’re heartless.

The only think they harvest is the market.

Making money one way or another through our pockets.

But they’re outsmarted.

I may have not experienced any love; I know all I have to offer is darkness

But the darkness will be over powered with wellness regardless.

Nothing but a small light will begin to grown and over time, it'll be the brightest. 

© 2016 Michelle May


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Added on February 6, 2016
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