Concrete Projections


I am some of us, millennials
A stress driven individual with no credentials
A Nicotine addict, I’m well aware
My hope crippled, confined to a wheel chair
Ignored for a good time and selfie
Finding peace in the bible and poetry
Minimum wage opportunities at best
God bless the day I’m laid to rest
Trying to turn pennies into dollars
Blank stares at the complaints of white collars
Still too ignorant to go and vote
But still swear up and down that I’m the “GOAT”
My mom working full time and going to school
Having premonitions of being homeless washing herself on the cool
The “well off” pretending they don’t see our struggles and pain
Acting like they don’t see me in the middle of street about to go insane


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