Planted amongst the weeds

Cause and effect

The other day an old timer asked me a question:

"Boy, how is it that your generation is filled with such senseless violence?"

I turned, astonished, and replied, "Old Man where the f**k was the guidance?!"

I mean, I tried to explain. Said I am a product of 1978

Every ounce of love,every grain of hate.

The aftermath of every mistake

My moms and her generation,Pops YOUR generation, has ever made!

A product of every single drug the children of yesterday

Decided to experiment and taste.

I am a reflection of vietnam

The residue of race riots and woodstock.

The side effects of the dope injected into my forefathers arms.

I'm lost, but so strong.

Ruthless, angry, bitter, even resentful...

But searching and finding reasons to carry on.

I am the bed you've made in which you refuse to sleep.

The mustard seed

Those before me have planted amongst the weeds.

Struggling, fighting for breath.

While most of you refuse to even consider or accept,

Even a taste of the responsibility

For what you've sown now that it's time to reap.

There are no choices left,

WE are the rewards of your careless deeds.

So hear me when I speak! Please, listen when I scream.

My voice is getting hoarse and my lungs have begun to bleed

I have become the streets

my granma the rapper I idolize on MTV

B.E.T.

A sponge I've soaked up everything...

...you'd never intended to teach.

 

Author's Note

I wrote this a long time ago after an old asked me the above question. I realized the question bothered me and this is the result. It still needs work, someday.

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[jennik]

I love this.. it speaks to me