alexandria green

Rookie (Bronx, New York)

My Paths - Poem by alexandria green

See i once played this game of fustration
With those players from my generation
Because I couldn't stop the sensations,
It was like I was a magnet to these emotions
That we call lust, fustration, and hurt
And no imagination
Of the things that could happen in my generation
'Cause I got myself in this situation.

But then try being the new girl once in while
Where your stuck in some situation and have no
Obligation but to stand up and face the nations
Of cruelty and discrimination.
So I built up this wall
Made of solitude and fustration
A figure of my imagination

Untill one day I finally navigated through all
The hurt and deppression
And got back on the right path
That led me back to my original destination.

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  • (5/7/2011 8:48:00 PM)


    Nice poem. Very well conceived. Rich in imagery and style. Fine poetics. I rate it 10.
    Thanks for sharing.....
    Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. Please use the search box by typing the name of the poem if the page doesn't open with the title of the poem.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 7, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 9, 2011


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