to enter write an acrostic poem using your real name (or your username if you don't want to divulge your name) and i'm gonna random.org 3 people who post here to win a sticker of their choice + 2 people i'll choose based off of how much i like their acrostic poem ~!
B*tch don't try me I'm from the hood, KFC leftovers in my hair but I still look good. Three gold trophies to my name while you' looking like HardCarry, something something something that rhymes with HardCarry. Making minimum wage these days and taking names, Never learned punctuation but I still run these games. HighSpace who? Kandice who? Soda who? Voice who? NickiJ's the queen bee, b*itches, but you already knew.
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It was supposed to be a poem about JayCee/NickiJ but I think it turned into a rap instead. I'm usually v humble and everything about my talent, but Iggy Azalea is shook right now bc of me and you should be too. ♡
i'm not really doing this for the stickers and more of wanting an excuse to write free-verse poetry again
Markus, do you remember the back scars by the fists that slammed you into lockers because you exist - now being told as the bicycle you brazenly fell out of
Always do you stay so golden and golden yet like gold your complexion dulls under the darkness of reality and the memory of iron and rust screams in your mind
Reduced to a mere black, the dulled tip of your number 2 pencil pressed again the lines of your letter you mean to send back home, smudging tar graphite beneath your palms. the black that tainted your not-so-white skin underneath a very white world
Klondike gold rush of 1896 - looking back on people aimlessly migrating for gold and nowadays you spread your wings and migrate for freedom like the silver eagles on the back of a US minted silver coin
Until you broke for the shore and -- breathe. you're finally here under a pink-bled sky but your cracked flesh had already been tamed by the shrapnel and of the preachers that say no. No more refuge.
So again do you realize it's your fault for existing.
*i haven't written one in a year so don't shame me if it's bad
Quintessential purpose Reality force-feeds Specialness and Perfection To us who just want to live and let live. Under a cloak which hides its dark truth of Vicious deceit
Journeys took me here Under these darkened skies Looking back I wonder Is this the path to follow Always wondering always walking
Wherever I go midnight follows Ominous whispers pull be back and fowards Occupying my thoughts are only Sorrows Day by day, always searching. Searching for a home.
Mundane life, prime target to mock Apathetic to all, an emotional rock Tranquilized brain, body quite numb Taciturn reticent and a little bit glum Halfhearted desires, no goals in sight Egregious motivation, fueled by spite Who else could be viewed completely as scum?
Right. Nobody else, I'm the only one.
(I wanted an extra line so I picked R as it's the first letter of my last name and also username. You could just remove the line completely if you want though.)
Edit: Yes this poem is depressing. No I do not actually think this way. Sorry to cause worry.
