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The Real World
By Yijede Najee-Ullah
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Sometimes, I
Wake up in the morning, and
Look at my hands, my toes, my feet, my shins
All the way up to my hair strands,
And I feel like I’ve been put on a shelf
To be stared at by everybody else
As if I’m not even my human self.
I was just made to
Sit and stare and
Breath in the toxic air, the thinning air, the polluted air
That was made by us, that was created by us, see
We don’t seem to realize the crap we put up into the skies
Will lead to our demise
Our lives need to be revised because
Soon we will open up our eyes
And become petrified
With all of our lies
With all of our voices finally
Magnified
We are all too scared to let our minds go
To let our words flow
To let our souls glow
To let our hearts grow
and expand
Food is in popular demand, but
there is not enough food to give to
Every child, woman, and man
Or is there?
Do we not care? Do we not want to share?
Do we think it is a burden that we should not have to bear?
Are we just trying to conduct mass genocide
So we can decide whether
Those people should live or die
Whether these people should live or die
Whether you or I should live or die?
Isn’t that what we think everyday
That people should fend for themselves
In every possible way
Even if they can’t?
That those who die
Are meant to
That no one should boo hoo
That no one should say we are ghouls
That no one should finally stand up and say
more money for schools
That we shouldn’t say anything
We should just
Be quiet
Just be silent.
We are all waiting for the final bell,
For the stock brokers to yell, “Sell, sell, sell!”
And our lives to pass us by
And everyone to see eye to eye
And for everyone to see eye to eye
But face it
What we are waiting for is in vain
To think that those things will come true is insane
Live is not a sugar coated candy cane
I repeat: it is not a sugar coated candy cane
And it is not as easy as looking through
A crystal clear window pane.
The window is unclean
The voices in our head are starting to become mean
Our eyes are starting to see the unseen
The government will soon have to spill the beans
And the world will be controlled by teens.
And I have no problem with it
As long as everything that is done is what I see fit
The former world representatives have a sit
And watch me
Watch me make this world a better place
Bit by bit by bit…
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