Rhyme my life awayA Poem by beautifulblade8/8/15 I've been having a rap battle with a couple buddies. This is my response to one of them. Feels pretty good to get out. Partial summary of my life story, rap style. I don't want pity or apolo
Aw, HH, I don't back down, I step up...
your words got crazy rhymes, but I'm callin' your bluff... you may have been a master, but I'm a prodigy... I'll take you down, put up a fight so you can see the real me... I ain't raised no kids, but I know challenge just the same... you see life has always played me, a pawn in its game... I put up with 'bad touch' starting at three... cowered under brother's reign as he brought terror on me... we both got messed up by someone meant to protect... and while it took me years to remember, no one should know that disrespect.... you threw your punches while I dodged my own.... the only place I felt loved was nowhere close to home... I knew my parents loved me, but they had other s**t to deal... so I put up with a man, whom I thought he cared for real... took me years to recognize that I was just his toy.... a plaything for him, a child he destroyed... So go ahead, Halfheart, keep on talkin' bout your troubles.... beatifulblade ain't just name, hell no, it's my double... spent five years of my life trying to take back control... didn't realized all I did was just keep digging a hole... I got married at 18, yeah I know I was young... but I figured it was a new start and all this s**t was done... I remembered at 19 all the memories I stored... and trying to survive became something I abhorred... It got better for awhile, but then at 20 just got worse... I'm sure without my family I'd be in the back of a hearse... Some drunken a*****e forgot what certain words mean... and he pushed past my objections, made a fool out of me.... Didn't want to tell my husband cause I wasn't s'posed to drink... he needed to stay in training and he needed to think... the way that he found out is messed up and confusing... I'd tell you all about it, but it would be a doozy.... it's so hard to explain, and I'd rather forget... just put it all behind me, but I can't do that yet... you see cops keep asking for names that I don't have to give.... I went through the courts before, it was like a f*****g quiz.... no matter the answers I gave, I still failed in the end... and the actions that were taken cost my family some good friends. So I thank you for the challenge, you've really made think. I've got my own rhymes coming fast, you've helped me swim instead of sink... if you want to keep on going, go ahead and be my guest... I've kept up with you so far, which surely must impress... I'll slam down my beat and wait for you to respond... but don't take too long or you'll find your title is gone. © 2015 beautifulblade |
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Added on December 1, 2015 Last Updated on December 1, 2015 AuthorbeautifulbladeMNAboutMy name is Mariah Lichty. I'm 20 years old and have been writing for around six years. more.. |

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