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2017 WORDS UNLOCKED HIGHLY COMMENDED POEM: Unique

Poem: Unique

School/Facility: Geneva North High School @
Youth Rehabilitation and Treatment Center – Geneva, Nebraska
Teaching Artist: Delores Hartman
Poet: Unspoken Truth

POEM TITLE: UNIQUE

I guess it’s cause her hair not long…
Or maybe it’s because the makeup she like not really her color but she still puts it on,

 

she’s become immune to the bonafide counterfeit compliments.
Born and raised in the projects she’s learned how to tell the difference.

 

Past

 

As a child her authenticity was as absolute as a solution off the calculator
She was as real as they could come, even her enemies had to praise her

 

Present

 

So So tired
Tired of holding her tongue, tired of being fake
Tired of waking up plastering a smile across her face
Tired of being imitative, doing what other people do
Tired of fraudulent people lien and calling it truth

 

Past

 

She use to be so young, her conception on life just a tease
“Be original and speak the truth, because legitimacys’ hard to beat.”
Growing up on the North side they taught her “Speak your mind”
Tell him how it is, build your credibility to the sky

 

Present

 

Now she’s got credibility, cus she’s as real as they can come,
She worked so hard to make it out of the projects…..

 

Now she’s living in a slum.

 

Past

 

Mama worked 2 jobs just to make ends meet,
Daddy out day and night thinking he was “King” of the streets.

 

Present

 

Staring into the mirror her reflection she can’t deny 19, 2 kids
And a baby daddy she can’t find.
So what good is keeping it real ,if keeping it real can’t pay the bills?
It’s like the jobs would run away from her, cus she’s got a record that could kill.
She don’t wanna keep barely making it by
She wanna get ahead and give her kids a normal life.

 

Past

 

Maybe if she would’ve listened paid her mama’s words a little more attention,

 

Present

 

Maybe then she wouldn’t be,
sittin in this cell Like some criminal off the street.