Tupac Shakur


Starry Night


A creative heart, obsessed with satisfying
this dormant and uncaring society
you have given them the stars at night
and you have given them
Bountiful Bouquets of Sunflowers
but 4 u there is only contempt
and though you pour yourself into that fame
and present it so proudly this world
could not accept your masterpieces
from the heart.
So on that starry night you gave to us
and you took away from us
the one thing we never acknowledged
your life.

Submitted: Monday, March 29, 2010

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  • Ashley Nichole (7/26/2010 9:27:00 PM)

    I like this poem, putting yourself out there is not always easy and when people don’t understand or take advantage of your gift, it can make you want to keep your talents, theories and thoughts to yourself. (Report) Reply

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