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F––– Happy People
A poem
Fuck… happy people.
Yeah, you heard me right.
Fuck you smiling, skipping,
and a jumping
motherfuckers, okay.
Don’t bring yo ass
‘round here asking about my day,
You don’t want the real no way,
and I hate lying to save face.
So here’s the truth,
I’ma give it to you straight.
I hate my life everyday,
every week, every month,
all four seasons.
Getting out of bed is rough.
My spirit lifts on rare occasions.
Reality around the corner,
I never get too high.
This body always aching,
waiting, craving, for satisfaction.
Mama say I should give back,
but this world steady taking.
Despite it all, I know my time is near.
I feel the call to action.
So, I crawl my ass out of bed.
Gritting my teeth to bear every hour.
Because no matter what I said,
I’m focused, and hungry for more.
More than I’ve ever had,
more than I’ve ever known.
