His-story

She gave him the gift that keeps on giving

So he just trying to keep on living

Had to explain it to his siblings

But he can’t even understand his feelings

Doing his best to cope with it

He gets higher than the ceiling

He pop pills and smoke dope with it

He probably about to be evicted

He can’t work as much as he used to

Can’t keep his grades up at his new school

He has so much he’s going through

But he wears designer clothes and a smile to fool you

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A lot makes me sad

Not much makes me happy

I like playing games

And spending time with family

I hate pretending

I hate having to be “manly”

I like being in Atlanta

I like a certain Cancer

I hate that my dad left me

I hate that her mom left her

It’s no one’s fault really

Though I feel like most thing fall on me

Maybe I’m right about everything

Or maybe I’m just bad at overthinking

Millennials

We’re the generation that hates waiting

Necessities include instant gratification 

Including bank statements 

Yet we still have no savings

Losing respect for older generations

They created hell on earth

Yet act like we’re Satanists

Sorry if we don’t give a fuck about religion

Caring means we’d have to pay attention

How when we can’t even pay tuition

Wishing that our parents listened

Visionaries but they can’t see our visions

A better world is our only mission

Feminism so our women don’t just work in kitchens

Wear old shit and call it vintage

Trying to get our legacies cemented

Trayvon and Sandra are our Emmitts

Always worried about our image

Afraid of love so we stray from committment

Life comes fast we can’t waste one minute

Don’t preach to us about patience

Just go back and read the first sentence. 

Encore?

It’s hard to go with the flow when the water runs dry

It wasn’t all love at “hi”

But it was all hate at “bye”

Who’s more fucked up?

I think its a tie

Impossible to walk the path when I was born to fly

Love as dark as the night’s sky

Almost mythical the way we believe in something that may not exist

Everyone’s “I do” doesn’t end with a kiss

Sometimes its followed by opportunities missed

Strange how that is after what seemed like an eternity of bliss

And the sex isn’t half bad when it does happen

Caught in thoughts of deep strokes and ass slapping

Now it’s aggressive fapping

Followed by napping

Round of applause because hands are the only thing clapping

 

-Too Distinct the Poet

Illusions

Feeling more distant as of late

Like this may not have been our fate

Maybe we did it too soon

Instead of you saying yes

You should’ve said lets wait

It’s mostly my fault though

Guess since I reached mine

I didn’t think about your goals

For that I apologize

Sad it took me this long to realize

Obviously I’m still stuck with hopes and a dream

Us being happy, a unit, a team

I mean

Things are just never as they seem.

The Break Up

Break ups are strange. Strange because the people who break up aren’t the same people who started a relationship. See, the goal is to continuously grow together. Unfortunately though, sometimes you only grow apart. In the end you’re stuck looking in the mirror feeling like not only is the person you’ve broken up with unfamiliar, but you don’t even know yourself anymore. 
-Too Distinct the Poet