Hater

I was bored at work and started to write, this is what i came up with, fresh from my thoughts:

Hater

By Delroy Nesta Williams

They will call me a hater

Cuz I don’t dance to the beat

Of their drum machines

I don’t need to be at every sewo

And sing songs with lyrics

Of people more clueless than me

I don’t need to be copycat “stars”

Who pretend to have it made,

But when the truth comes out

They’re so much more than fake!

With weaves, press on nails, plastic surgeries

Fake teeth and jewelry

Just why all the drudgery

To be a replica

Of a Nicki Minaj

Who is clearly just a mirage!

Fabricated to mislead us all

And wishing to be anything close to real

I truly don’t see the big deal

How they spend all their time

Trying to make it

When they’re only faking it

I’m sorry for those little girls

Who dream of one day being Nicki

The beautiful black “Barbie”

But there’s nothing more tragic

Than a black woman covered in plastic

They will call me a hater

Cuz I don’t linger on the streets

With nothing to do but

Holla at every female that passes

Sizing up their breasts and asses

Or laugh at every foul-smelling, misdirected vagrant.

They’re so misguided, it’s blatant!

But they can’t see it

Too busy caught up in the bling

That they don’t see this things

That the very beggar they mock

Is someone who was once in the same shoes as them

But who took a mis-step.

So instead of giving a helping hand

They laugh as much as they can

Not knowing how easy it is

To switch places and end up in the shoes

Of the man who smells like doo-doo

But they will call me a hater

cuz I’m not a trend

I see more pleasure in being an individual

I’m tired of their pretence

I look like no one else

I’m just happy to be myself

But they look all the same

So I can’t tell the difference

Who is real and who’s synthetic

Yet, they call me pathetic

But if I call them out

And expose their flaws

Suddenly I’m the hater

But they’re just conformists

Who sell out for “swag”

And pretend to be bad

Cuz gangsters get more girls

And the Nerd look is in

So that’s what they gonna do

Even if they don’t know 1 + 1 = 2

And they have no idea

That they just selling themselves short

Boys, girls, it’s time to grow up

But I will tell them plain

They’re just a part of the game

And they are no different

Being led to their doom

And I’m so glad there’s no more room

In this “IN” crowd

Cuz I can’t be a part of this

Where I can’t be myself

Just let me be me

Let me be different

Cuz in the end

All that’s left

Is my difference!

I could go on and on

Cuz rambling is fun

But I gotta go now

I hope you enjoyed my poem

It wasn’t meant to hurt or offend

I just needed to get a few things of my chest

So now that it’s said and done

Peace out my people, I’m gone!