One Percent

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    One Percent

    ONE PERCENT
    Every day you get up, you don’t know what you’ll find
    Everything is great, but then you find yourself in a bind
    Then you wonder why, why did this happen to me?
    Where did I go wrong, but why, how can this be?

    I met my goals, no problem there; I got great reviews
    Then one day, just like that, you get bad news
    I cannot afford you, I don’t love you, you must go
    But why, what went wrong? You just don’t know

    Let it out, scream, yell, punch if you must
    Let the tears flow, feelings of broken trust
    The pain, the ache, the questions, could there be more?
    What will I do, where will I go, why did I work so hard for?

    Yesterday was gold, today it is only coal
    Why me, I gave, never took, I never stole
    I was loyal; loved you; met my annual goal
    I was faithful, I was always in control

    They say things happen for reason
    But right now you can’t see what it is
    Pay attention, if you don’t you could miss
    The reason for this change of season

    Think of the 5 year old; his mother on death row
    Think of a fireman at the church, but the bride doesn’t show
    The fireman groom will never live to see tomorrow
    It wasn’t a fire; he killed himself because of the sorrow

    Just remember that things can always be much worse
    Think of the racist doctor, and the patients he ignores
    Just because he looks middle eastern, September eleven
    The young kid was diagnosed with aids, he’s only seven

    Think of the twenty-five year old bride that just got raped
    Think of what she will have to tell her new soul mate
    Months later when she finds out she will be a mother
    Having to tell her husband that he’s not the father

    Think of the ten year old kid that just bought a gun
    Too late now, the mother just lost her 10 year old son
    Think of the guy that had both his arms amputated
    A drunk driver did it, what's worst, he doesn’t even regret it

    Then think of the teenager that finds out she has cancer
    Not only that, but she also just lost a leg, damn good dancer
    A kid just lost one eye, he only had one, so now he’s blind
    He got stabbed just because his race, yet he is still kind

    Think of the asshole that continuously beats his wife
    Think of tsunami, guess what, it just took a mother's life
    That same mother that had both his kids sent to Iraq
    And her daughter; her husband was killed because he was black

    Face it, either like it or not, you are one of the few
    The one percenter, the minority, this is nothing new
    The one that can stand the constant waves of the tide
    During rough times, the one everyone wants by their side

    The one that feels pain and sorrow, but it is not in vain
    The one that lies in bed, the one that cries and worries
    The one that is not afraid, that will share his or her stories
    The phoenix that will fly high, proud, smile once again

    Some people get it and some people don’t
    Some day you will get it, but maybe you won’t
    Your burning passion is what keeps you alive
    That same passion, it is your will to survive

    Ninety nine percent of them will never understand
    You set your goals and you meet them, that is your stand
    You have made it over and over - It has worked before,
    Hang tough, if you try, you will make it once more

    Cry it out, let it all go, and release those tears
    Cleanse yourself, deep breaths, no more fears
    It is just a ride, you go up and you go down
    It is just a color, someone got black, you got brown

    Cards get dealt; you don’t know what you will get
    One thing you know however, goals don’t go unmet
    You will prevail, you will stand up, you will smile, you will walk
    You will be back, just like Arnold, except without the funny talk

    Don’t look at what it is you don’t have
    Think of what you do best, and then laugh
    You would not be give something you can’t bare
    You would just be told to hang in there

    So stop already, wipe the tears, don’t pout
    You are a one percenter and it will all work out
    Life is like a box of chocolates, a quote by Forest Gump
    So pick another, and throw the nasty one in the dump

    Suddenly you realize you don’t have it so bad
    You realize you should be happy, and not sad
    You are a one percenter, yes, you will fight
    You will prevail, you will win, you will be alright

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    PrettyTough commented on One Percent

    03-09-2009

    Simply aMAZing....

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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