Life Choices

Life is way crazy and I know
You know what I mean
Since Day One
Learning how to walk on your own
Two feet and everything was never what it seemed
S**t happens for no reason
And don’t nobody know why
People always got their heads in the clouds
And know damn well they can’t fly
I was told Don’t ever do or say something and don’t stick to your word
Cause people depend on you and lying could really hurt
But if you’re a person that’s sincere and mean what you say when
things start to go wrong
You don’t walk the other way
You do what you can to make it work
Life may be crazy but you can’t never give up
Even when you run out of road
And you’re riding rocks and dust

8 Comments

  1. Carina on August 1, 2011 at 10:53 AM

    I like your poem, it’s realistic, yet hopeful. Having hope is essential, and knowing that each of us can make our own lives and the lives of those around us better. Keep up the good work!

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  2. Kristen on August 3, 2011 at 9:46 AM

    I love this cadence to this piece, it flows so well! I like what you say (and how you say it) when you write about learning to walk and that nothing is what it seems. You pull the reader up at the end when you talk about never giving up. “And you’re riding rocks and dust” is GREAT imagery. Thank you for your words!

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  3. Eve on August 3, 2011 at 2:41 PM

    “Never give up… you’re riding on rocks and dust” – great line; you’re really expressing some deep stuff here, and it’s good – I love this poem. Keep it up! stay strong, my thoughts are with you and I’m hoping you’ll keep staying strong.

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  4. Imani on August 11, 2011 at 10:18 AM

    I love this poem it has really tuched me in so many ways.

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  5. Ray-Ray on August 11, 2011 at 10:20 AM

    I like your poem, its really real and I’m a person who writes poems just like this and I just really like it, you should keeep writing!!!

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  6. brishaye on August 11, 2011 at 10:26 AM

    hey that was a great poem.keep your head up

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  7. shawn on August 11, 2011 at 10:48 AM

    its good to knoe your still doin you and not changing oh my faught my name is quisean makenzie mitchell okay my father stayed cause he thought i was a girl when he found out i was a boys

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  8. Carolyn on September 1, 2011 at 8:02 PM

    You’re a survivor!
    Your words say it all!
    Cool attitude.

    Reply

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