You're Wasting Your Time

Me : By : Louie Lozano 

We are all humans,

We consist of the same,

We are made of the same,

Then why are we so different?

And Yet exactly alike?

Oh…

I understand now

Why your feet move to the beat 

That goes ba pow

The rhythm running from your feet to your heart

Flowing freely, from the indigenous art

Can I do it ? is it hard?

I asked my uncle Leonard

He said boy its in your blood, you can move

Go out and give it a try, lets see you groove

So out I went until my energy was spent

And so I learned the secrets of the art

i am me

And no one else

Is what i wish i could say

But that wouldn’t be true going day by day

People say your too this, and too that

They attempt to shape me

To make themselves contempt 

With who I am,

When really im not

i am so confused about life and all it holds

i try to be bold 

But i always get cold 

Cause i feel im the only one out there

Then i retreat

Back into my cave

Waiting for  someone to help me feel safe.

Louie don’t be a Pansy

Is what i hear

Here Mr. cupcake let me help…

So ive learned

Emotions must be burned 

The moment they are detected

Or else they are reflected 

On your image 

Because it is the image

 It seems,

That is most important

Only a true friend understands

So much that they demand 

That you share 

The most burdensome snare

That may be latched upon your soul

My family is strange

My parents’ vision

Changes from white to black in frantic paranoia 

So quickly and intensely, i am constantly dazed

And under their control

i am strange and ponder some creature

i wonder what life would be like if that hadn’t happened

i hear my heart pound, when I think of what the future may hold, and how I feel I am making a wrong decision

because my family life and education are on a head on collision

i want to no longer be confused by meaningless thoughts 

but it is hard when because I have them quite a lot

i feel torn apart by emotions inside, and for some reason they act like the ocean’s tide

i worry that I will be forgotten, in this rush to succeed 

i cry when angles deserve to die

i understand more than people realize, and if people realized all that I understood, I would be less understood than I am now

i say I don’t care

i dream about different things, not only at night, but during the day 

i try to tell the truth 

i hope I will succeed

I am a black box

Buzzing inside with

Strange exotic and exuberant life

That no one will ever see

Because that is not accepted in our society

You laugh at me because im different

i laugh at you because your all the same

The Illegals

“This is your fault get out of our country”

These were the last words

My uncle heard

Before a swarm of killer bullets blew threw him

like a flurry of speeding bees.

Three

Three others suffered that day

His outrageous attack

Three was the death count

One Asian

Two Mexican

All four friends

What has this country come to?

The people that persistently keep our economy in key places puckered and presentable,

Are accused of ruining, ransacking, and ridiculing it.

“Bye bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry”

Who should fill it, again with water?

For my own personal rejoice, relaxation, and recreation  

Well you know what AMERICANS go ahead fill that levee

Like a true patriot I will only propose work to American people

I’ll pay

Ten dollars an hour…

No one

Fifteen dollars an hour…

No one

TWENTY DOLLARS AN HOUR…

NO ONE

No one

Came to take the job at hand

What choice did I have but to give the gig back,

 to the original band

On the first day only 100 people came

Immigrants

$7.50 an hour

And we filled that levee

It is the immigrants that do the small things,

But small things can conceive colossal importance

Without illegals our economy crashes

Without illegals our economy will collapse

Without illegals our economy would crumble

Hey Americans, what nothing better to do?

Why don’t you kick yourselves out cause your immigrants too!