What A Deep Piece Of Poetry, Check Out “Tired” By Sicxfive

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What A Deep Piece Of Poetry, Check Out “Tired” By Sicxfive

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I’m tired

I’m tired of turning on the news and hearing political views that don’t coincide with a true picture of America,

I’m tired of hearing politicians spew and project an attitude that there is nothing wrong in America,

I’m tired of States banging Red and Blue and arguing about which side is true today …I said today… In America,

And I’m tired of racist views by police and people reporting the news who spin lies about America,

See I haven’t been around forever but I’m clever enough to see when you feed lies to me about the body that’s found deceased in the middle of neighborhood streets and yet you tell lies and have us think that innocent you will be until they blast the truth across the TV screens……
and we have the truth laid out for us….
Cops killing our children, our mothers our fathers, our brothers our sisters, our past and our futures,

And then I turn on the TV and I see more violence…..

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But this time the hood is quiet, cause the science is that someone has shoot an Officer of the law and now he is in the ICU slowly dying…..
Do we not see that this human being killed is someone child, or mother or father, or brother or sister, ……this was someone’s past and future,

And I turn away….I can’t stomach it anymore, I need fresh air, I can’t breath, my feelings are raw and open to the core, I’m sore from the inside out because death has become so common that after I’m told someone died I turn around 5 mins later and ask what was the score to the game… And they told me,

But what they should have told me was that the score is a lot to a little,
A lot of death to too little life,
A lot of pain to few memories of joy,
A lot of sorrow for those who died today and will never see the beauty or horror of tomorrow,

I am scared to raise a child in a world where keeping it real is WSHH material,
I’m afraid to raise a child in a world where kids are snatched out of front yards,
killed inside the schools they learn in,
and preyed on by adults we are suppose to trust,
I fear raising a son who has to navigate adult choices at tender ages because our youth is looked at as a walking statistic…
Likely to be the next…athlete, drug dealer, gangbanger, deadbeat father, or felon,
I fear raising my daughter in a world where she must always be aware that someone is out to do her harm,
where her innocence is precious and a thief waits in the dark to steal it from her,
where a nice word must be looked at with skepticism and caution,

I want my children to grow up and be all the great things that they dream of when they sleep that drool soaked sleep wit a slight smile on their faces,
I want our children to know that we are doing things today so that they have a better tomorrow,
I want these children to know that we can get our act together so there is a safe world for them to raise children in in the future,

And all of this has me tired
This world this day and age when we are so advanced and yet still so behind,
I’m tired of the talk and rhetoric about what’s wrong while we never take the time to do what’s right,
I’m tired of the finger pointing and grandstanding and the me as the center of the world movement ,

I’m tired of it all…….
But I won’t stop because I have someone who expects more and deserves more from me,
I will continue to work to make my circle of influence better,
And if that keeps me tired then I know when I finally rest that I gave everything I could to make the future better for our future….

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