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Angels & Icons

A Poem

By Troy VPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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Cancer sure has taken the best ones we all grew to know. Precipitation falls from our eyes every time a soul is lost in the snow.

Heart transplants; diseases too many to name, suicide remains a mystery on being accepted and unashamed.

Brain tumors and drug abuse, “I don’t belong here in this world” is the common excuse.

Society reprograms our minds mirroring one another having two lovers belittling the one who longs to be smothered.

Beyonce’s a honey mocha color stirring lemonade, Ariana Grande and countless others are slammed for empowering women to love their bodies while fans secretly throw shade.

Guns are putting our loved ones in the ground within a blink, what a shame, over a boy several girls beat an innocent youth to death, the end result? She hits her head on the bathroom sink.

Good people are serving life behind bars, the ungrateful roam free because well today doing bad things make you a star.

Social media is butchering fights from worldstar and facebook, hard working videos aren’t going viral and most won’t recognize the blood, sweat and tears it actually took.

Marital statuses vary when a black lady refuses to serve a lesbian girl at a family dollar. No cool points plus she needs to be yanked by her collar.

Micheal Jackson’s doctor drugged him, we’re still unaware as to why, millions wondered how a kind young man just up and dies.

Prince’s sudden passing remains eerie for questioning, early teens are birthing babies bribed over internet sexting.

Martin Luther King Jr had a dream, seeked peace then, poof, If Jackie Robinson was so sweet why’d they only make a Babe Ruth?

We’re taking risks like drunk airplane pilots remember all of the people who suffocated doing the cinnamon challenge?

I wish people would just stop dying take care of yourselves and stop wishing death on a hopeful person who’s dedicated to trying.

Living life isn’t easy, learn to effectively combine your energy and time otherwise negativity will become a black magic spell casting spellbind.

Boundaries should always be overruled when you have a dream, sure two heads are better than one but my thumbs make up the I in team.

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Troy V

Name's Troy. I enjoy writing poetry. I would love for more people to hear my work and then I heard about this site. I'm learning to write about other things but I mainly write about my confidence/self-esteem and real life obstacles.

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