"The Reality"

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    "The Reality"
    When i was kid,i couldn't wait til i got grown.
    I thought life would be much simplier if i was on my own.
    But here i am,29 years old
    facing the harsh reality that this world is so damn cold.

    I have to walk the walk,
    I have to talk the talk.
    Sometimes i have to smile when deep down inside
    i wanna tell the world to go to hell!
    But the happy-go-lucky false face i put on everyday won't let me.
    He truly understand my reality.

    I have a ton of bills that are due.
    Not to mention i have to pay child support too.
    I try to help my fellowman that's why i keep on giving,
    but it feels like i'm dying cause this can't be living.

    All over the world they are screaming,"Yes We Can",
    but until they've walked in my shoes they will never understand.
    Understand my constant frustration and pain.
    They'll never understand the sunny day when it rains.
    But i got my wish!
    I'm all grown up,i'm 29 years old
    facing the reality that this world is so damn cold.

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    1990lh commented on "The Reality"

    07-23-2009

    that was a geat poem full of deep emotion, we r all starting 2 c what da real world is like and i'm 19 lol.
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    feral83 commented on "The Reality"

    01-27-2009

    I understand the false happiness.
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    imsofa commented on "The Reality"

    01-26-2009

    You're not alone. Well expressed thought, Jairo!
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    butterfly62463 commented on "The Reality"

    01-26-2009

    I know how you feel 'cause I feel it too when it come to this world.I love your poem,keep up the good work.
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    taytay commented on "The Reality"

    01-26-2009

    Hi i really enjoyed this keep on keeping it real
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    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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