Poetry · Writing

Rush Hour

“When you feel sad,  it’s okay. It’s not the end of the world. Everyone has those days when you doubt yourself, and when you feel like everything you do sucks, but then there’s those days when you feel like Superman. It’s just the balance of the world. I just write to feel better.



Just something Malcom told us

sit around and discuss

but I care less and less everyday

all they check is your pockets on payday

never open- closed off like construction

pushed off- nothin’ but a little self-destruction

blockin’ the doorway skippin’ lord’s day can’t catch the freeway

all they care is about payday

take it all just a free for all

lookin’ to leave behind this hell- fire escape

heaven is a crime scene, stand behind the yellow tape.

And now I’m late

caught in Rush Hour

still kickin’ like Jackie and smilin’ like Chris

something I could never dismiss – sit around and reminisce

he will always sit down remind me with his holiness

the world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness

even tho I’ll be over shit

the world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness

They’ll tell me “Get yourself straight

how much money can you make?”

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