The World Is On My Shoulders

I sit in the park and think about the world.

so many things that only God can fix about the world.

all of it going through my head.

Babies. Those poor babies coming out deformed

and retarded because those bitch ass corporate polluters

cant clean up after themselves. Leaving toxic rubbish

around like little street rats that leave their offspring

on the street to become menace to the urban environment

Women. Those poor women. having to cover themselves

up. Being treated as slaves. Being  beat for just

mentioning one word because corrupted society

teaches boys to be egotistical and stupid just because

he has a penis and the y chromosome.

Countries. Those poor countries. Can't even get

food without being shot. Always getting bombed

or attacked, over land/ Worrying about the

United States looking at them as a potential

threat to them.

The streets. Those poor streets. Filled

with the educated people of the United States

that are always looked down upon because

their parents  have to wait on line to

get welfare check. People who struggle

everyday against each other and the

white collard people of the federal

government.

And me. Poor, poor me. Having all this crap on

my mind. Having no where to release it at.

Ready to take my anger out on the next person

who walks by. Thinking about this shit knowing

their ain't a damn thing I can do about it.

I just sit  there and breathe hard and think

about all those dumb ass  politicians that  America

wastes every first Tuesday of November voting for .

I just sit there, having the world on my shoulder.

                          Niesha Brown