Not Home

by Layla   Dec 7, 2008


Life is to be lived with no regrets
for every dream that is dreamt
to be made in to reality before they fade into
life and they be come just thought that we had when
we had ambitions in life
i know its hard growing up in a foreign place
where everything is about race
and you get discriminated on cuz of clothing you
wear and that scarf on your head
but don't let them get the best of you
they just want to take the religion from you
because they know you rite and they wrong
that angers them cuz they thought they was rite from all long
but most of us don't get that
so we try to become those we see on TV and the the ones who walk the street
dress as they do and be as they be
but come on we better than that
i know its difficult cuz we not home
and we are still children and not grown
so we try to be in the cool crowd and not be an outcast
the outcast are the rite cats who listen to god and not those lesser

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  • 15 years ago

    by Skriptz

    A clean crip message, nice write
    in past.. present.. to even future society days
    these are the problems we all face with, if only
    for a moment we never had any problems like this
    for once to have a peace of mind...5/5