A Love - Hate Relationship
Stereotypes My road is plantation With drugs and prostitution in heavy manifestation Day To Day there’s vicious cycle forever rotating Government promises go no further than conversation I feel am losing patience Especially when we identify the older generation It’s not only the youth of today that need saving Everything around me needs changing What’s most intimidating? Is getting stopped and searched, made to feel worse? Publicly identified and stereotyped As if the colour of your skin bears a criminal mind Living in age where the cost of life and death is just as high How far will I go to live nice? I try to stay positive with this the heart of mine Because I know doing crime in the long run could cost me my life Who’s to say that the good die young? If so, then why is it they say the strong survive? Reality is an image I’m still trying to frame The media only portray what they want you to see Built around negativity, lifestyles of celebrities When what’s really positive only where to know It’s like the truth’s a mystery that never gets resolved In school there’s things you’re taught In life there’s things you learn Education starts at home, put your mind to work. By Daniel Oduja,19
I hate the fact that when we kiss my knees decide to go weak, I hate the fact I feel so deep when it’s just only been a week I hate the fact I feel I have to check up on you every day, I hate the fact that I wouldn’t complain because I wouldn’t have it any other way I hate the fact that I couldn’t ever lie if I was to gaze into your eyes, Or the fact that I couldn’t never really hate you, even if I was to try I hate the fact that I miss you whenever we say good bye, Because you unwittingly moist me up when I am supposed to be Mr Bad Guy I hate the fact that if I sensed that you were in any sort of dismay, That I would rush to be at your side without a moments delay I hate the fact for the first time ever I am actually thinking about Valentine’s Day, While sweating myself thinking how am I going to pay for this bouquet? I hate the fact you caught me slipping because of my emotions, I am not the one to display, So instead I am writing a poem making Mr hard feel like Mr soft I hate the fact that while writing this poem I feel like I am writing an essay, But as long as this gets the point across I guess in the end this is okay I hate the way you caught me by surprise and just interrupted my life out of the blue, Because how or why we didn’t meet before I don’t really have a clue But one thing I can be sure, and I only say this because this is true, That I feel I have to look brand before I decide to come see you. By Cj,20
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