Falsehood Poem by Elle Jay E..

Falsehood



You can tell when its a fake author.
When they're making up the lives.
When they're making up the lies.
When they're rehearsing what comes outta their mouth.
The people dont actually shout.
You cant hear them scream.
They never pleaded innocent.
They never said their grace.
They never said a word to their face.
Made up tradegy lives of people in the bronx.
Made up lives of street kids with the songs.
Singing in their heads.
With not a note said.
You can tell how they grew up with the words that they preech.
You can tell it was breeched by the words that they speak.
The liar authors with their fake books.
I can find better words.
And make every note real.
With not a sense of false appeal.
Its not hard to do.
You just gotta look around you.
And listen to the kids.
With the spears through their bibs.
With the tears hidden deep.
On dark empty concrete.

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