My Little Urban Poetry No. 1: Haley McHashtag: My Little Urban Poetry, #1

By Haley McHashtag

• I am Haley McHashtag, poet of the urban scene,
• My "Little Urban Poetry" speaks to youth, a voice so keen.
• I write of life's absurdities, the woes of young and old,
• With a cynical perspective, my biting tales unfold.
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• I am the voice of young America, their dreams, their fears, their strife,
• I chronicle our generation, the rhythm of our life.
• From the depths of social media, to the corners of our mind,
• I tackle life's complexities, with wit and truth combined.
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• I dwell amidst the hashtags, the memes, the endless scroll,
• I see the world through filters, as I strive to play my role.
• I've come to tell our stories, of the laughter and the tears,
• The moments of connection, in these ever-changing years.
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• Through words and rhymes, I paint a world, both dark and bittersweet,
• A portrait of our modern age, the triumphs and defeat.
• I'll make you laugh, I'll make you think, I'll hold a mirror to our face,
• Exposing all the beauty, and the flaws within our race.
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• I am Haley McHashtag, a poet for our time,
• Join me on this journey, through the chaos and the grime.
• For in each verse and stanza, you'll find a piece of me,
• A reflection of our lives, and the way things ought to be.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Haley McHashtag
• Release date: Mar 30, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215628102

Haley McHashtag

I am Haley McHashtag, a force to be reckoned, My Little Urban Poetry, a beacon, a weapon, A young American firebrand, unyielding and bold, I paint our reality, with words that enfold. In the heart of the city, where stories converge, I craft lines that empower, where passions emerge, I capture the essence, of youth's fiery stance, Their dreams and desires, in my verses enhance. From dawn's early light, to dusk's fading embers, I weave the tapestry, of moments remembered, The triumphs and trials, of a generation's quest, In my confident strokes, their vigor expressed. Through concrete jungles, where ambition soars high, I etch the resilience, of spirits that defy, The challenges we face, our aspirations alive, In the words I compose, our fierce hearts survive. I am Haley McHashtag, a poet of strength, In my Little Urban Poetry, I go to great lengths, To reveal the power, of youth in full bloom, As we carve out our path, and challenge our doom. So stand with me, comrades, both seasoned and young, As we journey together, in verses unsung, For I am your champion, your courage and drive, In the sanctuary of my poetry, our spirits will thrive.

Book preview

Oh, the Thrill of Student Loans

To embark upon a voyage so grand,

The halls of learning, where knowledge stands,

With eager hearts, we pledge our troth,

To the siren call of student loans' growth.

Oh, what joy to sign one's name,

To the binding scroll, a debtor's claim,

A pact with fate, a lifelong bond,

To interest rates that grow beyond.

The years roll on, we toil and strive,

Our future mortgaged, our dreams contrived,

With every paycheck, we offer our due,

The debt collector's grasp, unyielding and true.

At last, we weep, our dreams now stalled,

The weight of debt, our spirits mauled,

For the thrill of student loans, a cruel jest,

An albatross 'round the neck, a lifelong quest

The Sublime Joy of a Broken iPhone Screen

Oh, wondrous moment of pure delight,

When shattered glass meets fingertips' light,

The iPhone, once pristine, now marred,

Its visage cracked, its beauty scarred.

How fortunate are we who bear,

The spiderwebs of chaos, an artful snare,

A canvas of destruction, a testament to fate,

The screen protector, alas, too little, too late.

With every swipe, a thrill, a shiver,

As jagged edges cut and quiver,

A reminder of the mortal truth,

That all things beautiful, must lose their youth.

Rejoice, for in this bittersweet state,

We find solace in our shared heartache,

For in the fractured glass, we truly glean,

The sublime joy of a broken iPhone screen.

The Great American Food Pyramid Heist

Gather 'round, my friends, and hear this tale,

Of a gastronomic crime, a dietary fail,

The Food Pyramid Heist, a caper so grand,

In the land of the free and fast food stands.

Once upon a time, a scheme was hatched,

To subvert our plates, our meals mismatched,

The fruits and veggies, cast aside,

For greasy fries and burgers supersized.

The culprits sly, a corporate band,

Their sights set on the pyramid's land,

With tempting ads, and sugar-coated lies,

They stole the base, oh, what a prize!

And so, we feasted, our wills deceived,

On sugary sodas and processed treats,

The pyramid crumbled, our waistlines grew,

The thieves rejoiced, their profits too.

But all's not lost, for in the rubble,

A glimmer of hope, a nutritious bubble,

The pyramid's spirit, though shaken and scarred,

Awaits a hero, to heal and safeguard.

So heed this tale, and mind your plate,

Defend the pyramid, before it's too late,

Together we'll foil the great heist's reign,

And restore balance to the food chain.

Insta-perfect Life, or Is It?

Behold the charmed lives, so dazzling, so bright,

On screens aglow with artificial light,

The Insta-perfect world, a carousel,

Of filtered smiles and tales we tell.

Oh, wondrous façade, so polished and fair,

A thousand likes, a million cares,

The sunsets captured, the brunches shared,

But dare we glimpse the truth laid bare?

Beneath the glossy veneer, we find,

The hidden struggles of heart and mind,

The sleepless nights, the silent tears,

The doubts and fears of unspoken years.

For in the race to curate our lives,

We lose ourselves in