Yenaros' mix of lyricism, detail, and style is a dangerous poetic force to be reckoned with.
A Lot of Frustration
People will browse through their phones liking pics.
Of people that they’ll never get with.
On the clock.
Getting famous on Instagram and
Is it talent or looks?
What do you spend time with?
Scrolling or books?
How am I supposed to change the world when these people
Don’t get it?
How can all this evil happen in the world and the people
Just let it?
Yeah, I said it.
Your heart was thirsting for relatability,
So I fed it.
What’s it going to take for me to make my point?
My friends talk on social media while they’re smoking
And counting coins.
I need them to help me make a difference, but they’d rather
I don’t want to hear their words when they get approval
That my writing is top-notch.
Keep playing hopscotch.
I’ve asked these people to read my writing for years.
But, they don’t seem to share too much about the
Blood, sweat, and tears
That I put into every single word that I type
Out of sheer
Spite because I know that they only look to give me views.
How do you scroll through social media just to skim?
What’s the point of you even opening your phone?
To your intentions, you act like an antonym.
When I bring your facts,
You turn your back even though you look me
In the eyes.
I can see through the disguise.
All I need is for people to drop their egos and read.
I don’t ask for much.
You’ll read that whole paragraph from your crush.
“I hate to read”.
You have to read what you don’t think will benefit you.
I’m the kind of guy that doesn’t like sitting in park.
So, when I light that spark,
I hate when I do my best to get everyone’s attention and they
Do their best to keep me in the dark.
I let them live because I don’t want to remark
Because I’ve been asking for a friend from
My words tend to ark
Over them because they’re too busy stalking
Some love interest they have
Like a shark.
I don’t know what else to even do because
Their lack of interest is pissing me off,
And it’s tearing my creative mind apart.
I want to leave my mark before I depart.
The last thing that I need is to be six feet deep before everyone
Finds my words on the map with a dart.
Do I need to run outside and scream with a chart
In my hands for someone to understand that I have a heart
And I want to change the world?
I can’t even begin if the people around me are too stubborn to do their part.
© 2019 Yenaros