Fra.ud

I watch movies of actors and actresses playing the role

I listen to music of people talk about things they will never know

I see kids from the suburbs trying so badly to be “hard”

Risking their safety and their security without the slightest thoughts or regard

I sit confused as people from so high want to fit in and be wanted in places so low

They give up their future and dreams just for the chance to be ghetto

I can’t understand why some want so bad to impress those who have nothing

While losing opportunity and advancement, the things I consider something

Most of the people born to it just want to find their way out

While those who know nothing of it always want to show what they’re about

Prisoners of a society who has money but no wealth 

Creating the ignorance of our children wanting flash and nothing else

Why is it that I think one way around minds that seem so flawed 

Because everyone is afraid to be themselves, everyone is playing a fraud 

I was born into a life where we couldn’t get food stamps unless someone exchanged them

Yet I couldn’t afford clothes from school so I took hand me downs from strangers

Now here I am wanting to buy $1400 watches at the mall

When once upon a time the only thing I was watching was the roaches on the wall

Here I am wanting to change the world and take vacations abroad

But its time to check the mirror, because all I am is a fraud

I came from nothing, wanting to be something 

Wishing I was really smart, all I was doing was fronting

Now I sit looking at all the degrees that I cried and strove for

Yet years later, I sit with nothing to show for it

My fears pierce through me like a blunt stick

As the force of reality hitting me makes me sick

Reality shows so clear in my darkness to broadcast my failure

Everyone saying try again, but no one to pick you up, there’s no savior 

I see the reality of what I am, a reality that will never let me be free

Because I was born into that lifestyle as a person that some pretends to be 

A fraud, dreaming of big houses to have kids in and be a successful lawyer and wife

Big houses? Yet I’ve only lived in two bedroom apartments all my life

I tried to run, knowing I didn’t have the legs to walk, so I’ve now met failure and not success

I can’t even look up to face myself…because I’m a fraud…at best. 

Reviews

[MadalaJose]

Nice poem, I can see the issue identity and hypocrisy. Trying to be what one is not: so true, everywhere in the world there are people who look at the outset of other peoples life and want to mimic it. A very moral conscious poem