knee deep in this emancipation, chants of patients
wantin doctors or peace but no answers came in,
wonderin will freedom really ring, we lost track of the bell,
it's crackin' itself, this hope iz merely crack in itself,
knee deep in our own self-hate and self-pity,
contradictin ourselves and our morals cuz times iz shitty,
single moms, why the check come slow but life move fast,
and then try to make it, spendin money they don't have,
knee deep, in this concrete jungle scared of the man,
trained to swing from tree to tree on these streets like Tarzan,
makin it day-to-day for today but tomorrow's different,
cuz we're slowly learnin' that tomorrow is not a given......

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"I don't want to be deep... I want to feel deep and use that feeling to express depth itself..."
-Konchance

my poetry:
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