They say when your ear itches 

It means someone’s talking of you

Yet the fear of what you would do if you heard the words of hate

Is why words are said in secret, instead of having the courage to walk to you 

And sometimes, in close proximity

They smile in your face

Yet when you catch a glance at them across the room 

you can feel their eyes stalking you

and underneath the fake hello’s and goodbye’s 

You start to realize

That they have no idea that the only reason they’re still in good health

Is because you can’t handle it the way you imagine it in your head

without prison time being brought to you

Have you ever had some one in your life 

where every time you see them you say

I wish this muthafucka would just give me a good reason

to just slap the fuck out of you

I wouldn’t even give you the dignity of a punch

Just back hand and bare knuckles just to show how much bitch I think you have in you

and you just beg them with eye contact to please take the first hit

so I can claim self-defense in court after I turn your face black and blue

Sometimes when you have an anxiety attack

it doesn’t necessarily mean there’s something’s wrong with you 

Sometimes you can be pushed to make a lifetime decision

based off a temporary emotionand so badly

That the pain of not being able to do it can make your body shut down on you

Sometimes I think I need therapy

Because I’m having a hard time adjusting to the fuckery that

Studio gangsters and internet thugs have turned this world into

I fear no one who puts on there big boy pants

And talks shit behind a laptop in their bedroom

Real gangsters don’t tweet threats

Because after the dirt gets done 

that’s evidence that’s leads back to you

Real drug dealers don’t advertise on Facebook

Because that’s how u get your front door kicked in

With a search warrant in the middle of the afternoon

This is the real world

And out here, there are consequences for your behavior on and offline

because Facebook doesn’t make you bullet proof

I am not a tweet, a status message

I don’t come from a neighborhood where idle threats are posted on Youtube

I am the king of the jungle

A goddamn Lion ready for war and encaged in a zoo

Slowly pacing back and forth

being taunted by weaker species

protected by this caged barrier called Law and Order

Preventing me from reaching out and ripping you in two

And the zookeepers throw raw slabs of meat

called “Political Correctness” for me to feast upon

Instead of letting me use my animal instincts

To take you up on that shit you’ve been talking and devour you

And I believe in a little bit of law and order

But I also believe that if you have the balls to come out your face

and say some of the shit you say

There should be a disrespect clause that says you should be able to

back them upInstead of always hiding behind the rules

So this poem is for the warriors

And in this cowardly day and age there are only a few

So if you’re someone who is one tiny incident away from

choking the shit out of certain, person

Than this one is for you:

This one’s for the person taking bathroom breaks at work

Just to meditate in the stall

Constantly repeating I need this job, I need this job, I need this job

While fantasizing about taking a chair

And cracking it over someone’s face in the break room

This is for the good father

Whose baby-mamma won’t let him see his kid

Cause of some personal problem she has with him

While another man is in her crib living off of his child support

and in public he’s mean mugging you

This is for the girl who keeps getting prank calls

and you know it’s your boyfriend’s ex

but you just don’t have sufficient proof

And she’s one inappropriate Facebook comment away

from you driving to her house and dragging her around her living room

What these people don’t under stand that karma is coming

and it sneaks up without even giving you a clue

Karma is a pedophile step dad walking into his step son’s room

while he pretends to be sleep

with a glock cocked under the covers to take him to his doom

It’s a rape victim with a handful of his dick in her hand

and a butcher knife in the other because the message “No” wasn’t getting through

It’s the big dude standing behind you in the club

after you try to get his girls number when he steps away

thinking it was the perfect time to make your move

Its that awkward moment when your’re  talking shit on somebody on stage

and find out you’re sitting right in front of their crew

But if you never get your opportunity

Worry not, for we are elevated spirits

and the harshness of our pasts hasn’t tainted our world view

Because this world is run by grown ups who are still angry little children inside

Pissed because they got picked on, or they weren’t popular enough

to date One of the cheerleaders in high school

So contrary to popular belief

“Haters” are really just people who’s opinions are influenced by their insecurities

Which are brought to the surface by a quality that they lack

in which they notice in you

So be grateful you haven’t caught the plague

Because fear and bitterness are sicknesses

and they consume the vessel that maintain them

Preventing growth

Like weeds choking a flower from being able to bloom

And every time they get you to the point

where Your blood boils and your face turns blue

Just remember that if you think they treat you like shit

The person they treat ten times as worse

Is the person they see staring back at them in the mirror Every night in the bathroom.

By Nathan James

www.officialnathanjames.com

Twitter: @ImNateJames