ObsticalesA Poem by hightlyrics1This poem is about the struggles that people face everyday. When i wrote 'Obsticales' I was battling myself and then I started thinking about the millions of other people with bigger issues.
It's the battles! The battles! The battles with ones self.
Its losing everything and still fighting for what's left. It's the seducing aroma of temptation. It's biting your nails around the room... Pacing. It's the chills, the feel of uneasy and queasy. I's the tears on your cheeks begging "Please don't leave me." It;s the teenaged mother with the broken heart. It's the life that was ended before it could start. It's the dad that needs a drink, his son might be facing life. It's the question "How you doing?", a reminder things ain't right It's being locked down for 6 years 3 months 2 days an hour, Only time there is release is when it's time to eat and shower. The mother crying for her baby she told him slow his roll, He got caught up in the streets she warned him it was cold. It's that weight that gravity, the world is so heavy. It's wanting to so badly but no one would let me.. It's that abused woman, everyday, facing defeat It's all those children with no place to sleep. It's that hustler with the dough, He just trying to make bread. Not knowing his product took his baby sister's head. It's that guy who won't speak because no one will listen. It's that girl who got beat by her mother for kissing. It's almost there then getting knocked down. It's the beautiful face that carries a frown. It's making it with no one at the top with you. Problems? Barriers? Overcame obsticales!
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3 Reviews Added on March 1, 2013 Last Updated on March 1, 2013 Tags: pain, challenges, growth, educational, love, peace, freestyle, Poetry Authorhightlyrics1Atlanta, GAAboutTalented writer from Atlanta. Writing is the one talent that I know I have. more..Writing
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