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An old poem I wrote back in 2015 |
Treat people like you would want to be treated Post your achievements online, then others retweet it That's the world of today, women super conceited If I say "Hi", she say "Bye", now I'm feeling defeated What happened in this world? Image is everything Money is power, people want to live like a king We all have the same dream, but some of us wake up To face reality when others choose to wear the make up I'm not real, I'm just an ordinary guy Honest Abe, and like George, I cannot tell a lie Cheaters never prosper, except when they eating lobster Some people serve an act, they deserve an Oscar Why are we obsessed with women's physical presence? What are we showing our daughters, what is the message? Perfection lies in the form, its social acceptance But the body is a temple that comes from the heavens Imagine if our image went away, can our spirit light the way To a new era, without the use of mascara Or will our souls give weigh, shrivel up, and decay Or will it stay true to the roots; aloe vera People are quick to display their physical essence But hesitant to showcase their mental residence A mind is a terrible thing to waste, learn the lessons And accept everything you receive as a blessing |