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[title] => the slap from birth
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[bodytext] => On the first minute we open our eyes reality and the doctor slaps our sense Crawling trying to figure out colors trying to figure out why everything is so big Teeth coming, gnashing comes later in life, we first need to learn not to bite Just before we can accept everything that comes to such a little mind They rip away the tit and stuff us in a room full of others with big eyes Now we are cattle in the line time for the feeding of fear and there so called knowledge Stuffed full till adolescence breaks out and the rebel that’s so quit begins to sharpen We grow up noticing that things are really not that big It’s just that we have to get off the floor to see the true reality but we are born to crawl Now eyes open we walk with the other cattle picking on one while praising the same Watching other getting lost or stamped by the farmer and his rules Believing that everything is gold what a way to live a dream Trying to splash threw this forlorn sea drowning in puddles that persist Wondering who we are trying to figure our own self while others tell us our feelings Stuffed with pills anger, sleep, anxaity and this is still in elementary my dear Watson Now high in school the pressure built to pop jocks beating geeks while dreams go flop Careers, responsiability and the stress of collage so much for an absorbing mind Then kicked to the curb time to grow time to walk in someone else’s shoes While still tasting sour milk and missing the times of youth we never got The streets are rough from alley to cubicle a knife is still a knife a back is that Relationships this burden trusted towards us never giving time to flower Clothes, hair and our smell changed to impress another fake from the start Then sex put so young in front children grinding singing I kissed a girl I wonder about confusion and shake my head I see the way we are bread Lets try it slow for once let a rose be a rose lets not try to turn it anything but that Help in school and work and life nothing wrong for giving or holding out your hand We are strong but only on the outer shell we are mushy in the middle [comments] => 0 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lostrelic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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