The Politics Of Damage

[Tha Killa]

I ain't readin' all of that shit.....

 

[Tha Killa]

How many pieces have you got left to sell
And who's left to pay your price,

How this path of thorns can ravage,
Reflecting every smile with a grimace of death
Behind the beautiful masks of a savage ,
There's no profit in giving any more than you'll ever get
That's the politics of damage ;

Lay on the bottom
Of the bottle where you drown,
Push the poison
Into the veins of fear and doubt,
Anesthetize the lies and alibis they have spoken,
Stumble through the alleys
In the immaculate garbage you lay down,
Nobody's watching
No one can hear quiet tears hit the ground,
Exorcise the promises and dreams they have broken ;

So many mistakes that know your name
And whisper your secrets,
So many lines across your face
Trace a path to the box where you keep your grief

Welcome back to the world where reality burns,
The line forms to the left
Where every shadow waits to take their turn,
Such easy prey does a lonely heart make
A lesson you've never wanted to learn,

How this path of thorns can ravage,
Reflecting every smile with a grimace of death
Behind the beautiful masks of a savage ,
There's no profit in giving any more than you'll ever get
That's the politics of damage ;

You could walk if you tried not to crawl
You could stand if you ignored the floor
You could see if you forgot all you saw
You could fly if you'd unlock the door,
If you could conceive in some way to believe
That time could retrieve
And unbleed even the most broken wings ;

Deep in the iris burns the flame of a familiar hell,
Look closer at the images
Of all the yesterday's you were dealt,
You can't run, you can't hide

In the accusing eyes of a thousand pictures of yourself ;

Welcome back to a world come to burn you down,
A chorus to serenade
Where the shadows wait to anoint your crown,
Such easy prey your bitter heart made
A lesson you have finally learned,
It never made it feel any better
Because no matter your perspective it still hurts,
Forever lost in the valley of regret
A path of thorns that tore and ravaged,
No civilized smile of compromise
Could ever make a wise deal with a life so savage,
There's no point in asking for more than they would ever give
A poor underrated overcompensating
Self-destructive broken and jaded
Self identified and labeled whore,
And that's...
Just the politics of damage

This was nice! The bolded was dope as hell, and the lines I quoted were pretty nice. You had some really good lines in here, but some of them don't "hit" as well as they could have.

The repetition was nice, but I think you could have timed it a lil' differently.

I think the use of repetition in the final stanza was nice, but I still think you could have done more in the final wrap up of the poem. The tone of it is cold and calculating like most the poem is, but some of the best poetry has a ""switch" from cold and calculating or broodingly melancholy, to sincere or nostalgic. I think that as is, this poem is solid, but there's a lot you can do with this kind of a piece that I think would make it even better.

Knowing you, I'd imagine this is a literary poem, so if you plan on performing it, I can give you some tips on certain things that makes it have a harder impact. Good job though Steev'.