Standardized: I Know

I don’t claim to be the smartest in world….and I have been called dumb before….but never before…like today….a result of a standardized score….and they ask kids to listen….and dare to be different….policies full of contradiction….it’s a fucked up system….I didn’t panic…nor lose it…I managed….I choose this…every A that I could find….multiple choice is not a crime….but it’s also not a given….at least not where I’m from….and at least not where I’m living…..a place where the average person gets trapped in an unbreakable…poverty stricken prism….and the average wordplay…is nothing more than a bunch of perfectly remastered colloquialisms…..where the average person gets high because there income can’t surpass the term “below average”…..where very few successfully make it out….but the average person is just fighting to remain….average….fighting to stay afloat from the burdens destined to drown them….I am not a product of my environment….but a brand name of my surroundings…..option’s a luxury we don’t have….so of course I was taken out of my element…any questions with multiple answers to it…then the first one is the one I deem relevant….our lives are not limitless but limited when it comes to our progression…yet I survive off the answers to which you couldn’t even fathom the questions….I know that silence is the gateway to one’s potential to listen….and that its better to be deemed a fool….than to speak and remove all suspicion….I know that the attempted penitentiary chances are not worth the minimal reward of street credibility…..battling with a contagious ignorance that breeds the first cousin….stupidity….but smart enough to know that money’s the root of all evil….and so the wealthy are in question…..the middle class are often overlooked while the poor can’t afford their own reflection….I know that we laugh to keep from crying…..and cry because we’re dying…and if there ever was a goal we couldn’t reach…it would be because of our own fear of flying….I know that a quarter of my life has been spent on half the time wondering if there even is a better way…tested through many methods….where the plus isn’t preceded by an A…..I’m talking heart ache plus pain…chaos plus drama..i know that we need change….I know hope….I know Obama….I know that we’ve been in darkness for too long….I know that knowledge is the only light….I know that veering left from any wrongdoing…is the only way to remain right….I know that you don’t know what I know…and that my reality is hard to grasp….and if your question was ever “why you didn’t know?”…then my answer is….”You didn’t ask”


this i my first official poem of ’08...so i hope it lived up to the hiatus....this poem started as a dispute over standardized testing in schools...but i kinda snapped somewhere in between....nevertheless i hope it got my point across

A LADY YOU ARE NOT

You call yourself a lady.
But every time you meet a man you have to have his baby?
Maybe, if you close your leg a little bit,
And stop telling men you love them so quick
You just might see all they want to do hit.
This is not to say that all men ain't shit.
But all men are not Mr. "IT".
Girl on the real you make me sick
Your the type who acts stupid over dirty ass dick.
You should be ashamed of your name.
It's not cute to play the tricking game.
But I guess people with low self-esteem will do anything to gain fame.
No need for me to name name's you know who you are LOL Cagna