Khaleefa Hamdan

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 Life is like

 

Life is like the first time you exit your mom’s womb & those tears are shed
A foreshadowing of the years ahead, your fears, regrets, your peers, & debts
Are all mapped out when those 2 tears hit the ground & as twenty years sit around
You’ll hear that sound echo loud & echo proud as you realize you can’t let go now
But life is like finding the meaning of sane in madness; I’m sayin’ it’s backwards
It’s like standing on the bus tryin’ to gain your balance, the pain in malice
See it’s like that ugly kid who had major talents but would still get picked on
Like my fro when its picked wrong, it’s like the 40oz bottle before it’s sipped on
By the bum who thinks outside the box he sleeps in cuz there’s no beauty in roses
There’s beauty in the homeless but crudely, rudely, truly, there ain’t no beauty
And you know this so you hold this in a closed fist & you post this on my Facebook wall
Like “Look, maybe if you put your pen down you might see life for what it is doll”
And my response will be that you gotta accumulate the cuts & scratches
Cuz amongst the madness our loves takes practice & you are the sight for my glasses
And I’ll watch as people like this status & hope they’ll post the common comments
In common context that impacts like a comet condensed that come to contact
The Earth, I’m too busy feeling alive, like a thrown away condom contents
But I’m still prone to karma’s conscience & when it comes I’ll be calm & content
And finally when I log off, I realize I can no longer see friendships
So I’ll throw my fists in fits then I’ll blow a kiss & hope it fits Apoca’s lips
And my clock will tick to remind me that it got too much time on its hands
But that’s what life is like, it’s like that group who added the woe before the man
The truly soulless who front like the man is woeless but they can’t control us
In this phallic society, they wonder why the feminists are so pissed
But that’s what life is like, see life is like you and I & you and I
Are like the wise in a fool’s disguise & the fool’s disguise is like the cruel & kind
Which is kinda cruel but the cruel is kind; they just show it in a different way
But listen hey, not a morning goes by where I don’t sit & pray
Which is lame but life is like a pretty porcelain doll with a cracked face
Hideously elegant & you know this but you’d still kiss her face
For the sentimental value plus it’s beautifully imperfect
Yeah, that’s what life is like imperfectly beautiful, just like a person
And I can go on & on about how humanity is flawed & lost
But just know I’m a man that can accept his flaws & that universal law
You know that law that says nothing is perfect…with the exception of my ma?
Well, my ma and maybe God too cuz he created this universe thus the law?
Doesn’t exactly pertain to him, we can delve deeper but it’d take too much logic
And to be honest, I kinda lost it in a lawless Los Anne where the law is lost and
The cowboys rule & they’d shoot you in places where they know it’d hurt
But that’s what life is like; life is like taking that last breath before leaving this Earth

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