I escaped this purgatory, all the drama has bled Accused of acting white and lacking street cred the anger is spent and the fear seems to leave A visible veil drops over my eyes and I grieve Your pants barely make your hips, your hat cocked to the side, You look at me: 'Nerd!" "Herb!" "Drink cyanide!" You don't have to say the words, I know how your mind works And I know because mine has the exact same quirks A two minute song that uses the word "bling" sixteen times leaves me looking askance, as if I sucked many limes But your world ain't my world, no matter what Whitney said You can retreat to your boys while I retreat to my bed I know no gangsta culture, hell, I'm barely cool I don't know what the kids say, I don't know any of the rules Hell, I cruise guys on the internet! I wear black all the time And I wave my hand but you look as if I'm a terrible mime You travel the city in packs, for reasons I don't know I travel the city alone, for me as a person to grow Who's Young Jeezy? The Game? Even Chamillionaire? I know RHCP, SP, I even know who sang at Lillith Fair! So who are you? Asked the Who, who can you be? I sing for the moment but it comes out a plea You forgot who you were, and what you were too But if you were me then, I respond, wouldn't you? Laughter is something they expect me to inspire For you'd never find me in the street part of "The Wire" You used to be black, now you act like you're white Don't be an asshole, I reply, you still can't see me at night So I like music that isn't ghetto, That change my name? from A.Damon Fields to IM.A.Lame? Instead of being you, can't you let me be me? And I'm tired of chasing Barney up this goddamn tree. Your world isn't mine, isn't that plain to see? Imagine what it looks like when I get stung by a bee Ignoring MTV cause' it doesn't rep the guy that stares back at me in the mirror after eating a pie Racist? Sexist? Homophobic? Who,I? I hate racists and sexists and baloney on rye. I like Soundgarden, Nirvana, SOAD and Coldplay "Wait, you like COLDPLAY? WE KNEW YOU WERE GAY!!" So I've got a crisis of identity, a group to whom I belong But whichever one I choose will leave me feeling wrong Holding two ropes that pull with superhuman force I split in two not in fact, as a matter of course "You have to choose, who you are, are you gay or double A? And whichever you answer for the other's gonna make you pay." But your world ain't my world, and I don't have to choose. Petulant? Immature? Fuck you, I won't lose. I lay in bed and caress the body lying on the sheets It's not black, and it's not female, but it someone I did meet. With every screw I strike a blow against society and fate But I might as well be punching a building, the empire state. Immovable the hatred, implacable the rage I jumped my ass down and off of life's stage And I stood at the window and looked down over the city And felt no feeling, except maybe shame and pity Give my regards to the haters, I won't be there And I danced away laughing, walking on air. Broadway and Lyndale, N Minneapolis, where you holla at girls You forgot this part: This isn't my world. My world was Halsted Street, you could count on that But the rope breaks and i float away, toward the welcome mat I'm jumping through hoops and running through fire washing up on shore wearing only a tire My world is the wind, and the glittering lights My world is this block, surrounded by the night.Birth sign: Aries
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