Fight

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life

Shallow these minds,
yet still deep enough to strike blows
it hurts to know
mentally I exercise my minds right to be heard
weather its through a foul whisper against the nights temple, or shouted out on a mountain top
the truth is ruthless and may cause surpressed pain to relinquish
its hold on the status of forcefully given last names.
For every stain left behind on the city street
I fight these tears
for all the past lives, I'll live out these year
The most precious of gifts
Fighting every what if
What a obstacle course
Drug dealing, bottled emotions, liquor numbing the feelings
No justice rekindling homicides
A predator prey
You should see how knees fall short on a heavens grace
Familiar the taste
death in the air
Stiffens the quick glares
moma's food put a smile upon your face
This place never existed addicted to violence and pharmaceutical prescriptions
Illiterate bastard
You never met your father
Still blaming your mother
Her resonating the fact she raised you on her own
The only life she ever known
When you tell people the truth and they treat you like you don't belong
To afraid to tell you the truth
Look at you!
Barely passed the fourth grade
Multiple years left behind
Sub-pare reading skills,
you never could read between the lines
Never once did pay attention to the uncomfortable position between her and her uncle's readable body position in the kitchen
So quick to judge
talk about what you went through and what everybody else does
Pretentious and fake
If you only knew how strong she was hold you together after she birth a son staring at the man where she once yelled rape
Fighting a mother's fate.