A Poem of Emotions

I keep on smiling. They keep on asking questions. I haven’t stopped replying. I have dealt with reality they are still lying and trying to sell each other dreams telling each other things like. R90 shoes I’m not buying. Insecurity got my people dying. Thinking about it always left me crying but I understand everybody just want to be accepted I know that feeling I was once on the same bout I jump out and followed my own road said if I survive I make this oat  to live up to my own expectation call it the DOPEST  code. I made up this quote “I am dope” so many sit in class and laugh but yet don’t get the joke I look at them and ask God is there hope for generations that spiritually broke?