Be The Real You Poem by Eddi Hong

Society smells killing me.
It's almost feels like who I can believe,
whole long short story is only me.
Some of y'all created the crazy me.

I can't sleep through the deem night.
I forgot how to look at the broad sky.
I almost forget how to feel blessed to this life.
I was at the point of rebelling to repel all of your lie.

The riches and the poor.
You can lick their boots.
Try to understand from both sides.
Keep growing up, be the real you and grab the mic.