Peer Pressure Is Like a Drug
Hey come on its goin be alright
Just take one puff
I guarantee if you hit this weed
your life won’t be so rough
Peer Pressure is like a drug
I know you see that car right there
deres no one in it, all you have to do is hop in
come on I won’t tell you nothing wrong
I am your friend
Peer Pressure is like a drug
come on aint nobody lookin
go ahead and snatch that lady purse
you goin get away
no one would get hurt
Peer Pressure is like a drug
once you get a dose of it
you will get addicted
or would you?
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Wow! This is very strong.
Don’t let other people dictate your life. Take and give advice, talk to people, have fun with them, learn and teach, but never let them push you into something you don’t want.
Stay strong, yet humble!
ALL of you kids are talented as f***, please focus and channel this energy into positive things such as yalls poetry. i have been in juvie, jail, and prison. PLEASE take it from me, none of those places are where you want to be (yall know from experience for one of them). i am also a writer and started seriously writing while incarcerated. this website makes me happy just to see this stuff and please please PLEASE all of you keep it up. ive read every single poem on this page and stopped at random to post this comment. i am very proud of every single one of you, the emotions and regret really come through in your writing. please keep it up and please keep yalls head up. God bless everybody and good luck to everyone
Most people live in their own prison
Even in the outside, surrounded by invisible bars
Enslaved by the gas they need for the cars
The money they need to pay rent
Working their asses off, getting tired and sleep
Having the same conversations all over again
Laughing at meaningless jokes
Without knowing they got nothing at the end of the day
Ignoring life as it passes by
They think they are free, so they stop searching for freedom
But you know it better than me
Outside is the wrong place to search
Until you have freedom inside
Keep building your own freedom with words
And no prison, no jail bars, no guards
can ever hold you down
– someone in Portugal –
Some of these are damn good, all of these made me think. I think cultivating the inner self through poetry, writing and reading is undervalued, much like these young men, who have probably been undervalued. I hope they can get what they need from it and get on with their lives. Keep it up.
This title is just amazing! It’s also how scary and true it is, and people think it isn’t until they are in that friend group and suddenly things seem easier to do…
Unfortunately, this is also a big factor in our drug epidemic because they are told by friends that it’s okay.
I think this poem will inspire others to think about the friend groups they associate with because it can make a huge difference! Thank you for writing this great poem and I wish you the best!
~JP