Rough Rhymes

Monday, May 22, 2006

If you're pushed aside for family trends you didn't abide, next to me is where you should sit beside. Relatives are relatively conservative. You'll neva be allowed to dwell in your own believes. Living your own life causes instant relieves. We all hope relatives understand that but no one perceives.

Dressing for a family function has got me stressing. I dunno why such a big fuss about what I should wear but I'm still guessing. Wear black and blue and at you, they'll throw their shoe. Wear black and white and they think you fight. Wear black and red and they'd prefer you dead. My hairstyle has got my relatives a lil hostile. My hair always acquiring their glares. Long hair gets their strong care. One gold in your hair and watch how they stare. One blonde in your head and see how they hate. One strand of a dyed hair gives them a slight scare. My earring seems like a tearing to them. Every hole in my body causes a poll that I'm shoddy. My body posture has caused a major rupture. They see me no different from a muthafuckin' sculpture. A ring in my finger and you get thoughts that would linger. Move a muscle and they think you like to tussle. My walking has got them talking. With questions, they've started stalking. My hand signs have earned lines. More painful than land mines. Why all this hustle that's tearing my muscle? Why all this fakery when I mean no crookery? Why play all this games to set my frames?

I spoke a lil lightly to assure that I said things politely. I kept my cool when I was called a fool. I let it go when I got lectures for conjectures. I chose to stay by my flesh and blood. Though they smelled like thrash and mud. No one treasured me. Tore down and always pressured me. I see no escape. Been stuck here like a duct tape.

Now anger's in my eyes. Through my pain is how I'll rise. Family has got me boiling. Watch me breathe revenge. You'll start toiling.

Praba - 1:01 AM 0 comment(s)

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