Posted in anger, Emotions, Free Speech, Justice, Life, Unspoken spoken word

The Rant

Tests of all kinds

hitting me like the meteors

some eagerly await

I’m not playing

this is fear in my voice

my heads bowed in disgrace

you should wonder about your life here in this world

it’s so temporary

yet people fighting over class wars

and making enemies

it’s all fake

I made a mistake of falling for lyrics

until I started to create my own

to remind myself to stay with it

and now I share it

it’s great

why can’t we learn before we make mistakes

too many people walking around with misery

and heartache

jolting each other awake

there’s traps out here that kids learn how to set in school

imagine those sets they put you in

elevated you 

or downgraded you

where are you on this hierarchy my friend

coz I’ve got friends living in luxury

some on the government’s p’s

but make no error in judgement

there’s just as much dirty laundry in either estate

so put your negativity away

this life’s too short for class wars

if my accent offends you then that’s great

I walked past you and 

made you have an opinion of me

within a second

damn I prepped for nothing

my presentation might not be perfect

but I still kill it on wordpress

at least to me

even one reader who takes to these words

and elevates

is someone who I appreciate

take my words as a warning

like that of lowkey

it’s a shame

when people gotta learn from mistakes

of their own and not others

learn from history and don’t repeat

listen don’t be offended by my accent my religion

my appearance my criticisms

don’t be afraid

instead look at this world objectively

and realise that when something blows up on the media

it’s because something else is going on somewhere else

and distracting you

from something great

great don’t mean it’s goood

but it’s still make it great

open your eyes

next time come at me with more educated guesses

and we can sit around drink coffee and debate this

but the thing is

before I can lure you to listen

I already know it’s too late

-a.K.a-

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Author:

Hi, my name's Aisha and I am 24 years of age. I'm passionate about writing poetry. Sometimes, I don't know how to convey my thoughts in normal conversation but I can spin off a poem about what I am feeling in 5 minutes. Or less. Writing is my thing. Like it is a lot of people's 'thing' and sometimes the only 'thing' that is a sufficient outlet to stop us all from going crazy. There's a lot of pain and anxiety in my poems, but often relief, which I find hard to convey but manage to slip it in at the end with a reference from the Quran or a hadith. If you feel you recognise this same emotional attachment to words, then feel free to read my blog and do not hesitate to contact me, comment and subscribe! Peace, Aisha -a.K.a-

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