Human Rights
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I turned on Social Media
What i saw made me so sad
Dead children blown to bits
the IDF feel so glad
One soldier hunted for children
He killed one person then he said
Who am i , you ask? Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Is our destined end, the death of shadow, but we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, to leave behind us breaths of light, Footprints on the sands of time.for this, I will not die an u
Gives this a title-A tale of injustice, in the light of day.
Bob Menendez, a proposal made,
To protect transit workers, a law displayed.
But where's the law for citizens, the road unsafe,
There is hope for another day,
A chance to learn from past mistakes,
A chance to let a smile fill your face,
A chance to let sunlight shine your way.
There is hope for clear, blue skies,
It's not that I want to be a boy like you say.
it's that I'm a boy that wants to be a girl like I'm supposed to.
I want to chop my body off and start brand-new.
It's not that I want to be a boy like you say.
it's that I'm a boy that wants to be a girl like I'm supposed to.
I want to chop my body off and start brand-new.
I have travelled far and wide, yet never met thee
journeys have been shared your presence ever with me
In Uganda, a land of beauty and grace,
Where the sun shines bright on the people's face,
There are cries of anguish and pain,
As human rights are violated again and again.
So you call yourself a patriot?
One who supports this dreaded land?
You find yourself proud of this
Of all we have destroyed?
why do legends die its just life
life is not fair i know you
have to face it if yall know
juice wrld passed away
yall haters can say
whatever you want
rip two the sucide people
Shaunsterkid
yeah we are in a legend gang dont hate on us please me and LILANDONHELBIG
and Tripple3ddd are in a legend gang yall can hate all you want im going two
SHAUNSTERKID
YALL CAN SAY WHAT YOU WANT IM STUCK IN
MY WAYS I LOVE SIXNINE AND JUICE WRLD THERE
GOOD RAPPERS I DONT THINK HE KILLED THOSE RAPPERS
IM SORRY SIXNINE EVEN THOUGH YOU SNITCHED YOUR
im living my Life im trying my best for everyone they are hating im sorry im
doing my thing im sad i m just tired of people talking lot of stuff bout me i
cant stand it anymore im having the worst day ever my friend peja Anne
im living my Life im trying my best for everyone they are hating im sorry im
doing my thing im sad i m just tired of people talking lot of stuff bout me i
cant stand it anymore im having the worst day ever my friend peja Anne
It is trans day of remembrance
Another vigilAnother memorialMore and more lost each year
No, I don't want kids.
And no I don't want to get pregnant
And no, I don't want to get married to a man
and No. No I do not want to have sex.
No. No. No. No. No.
Ready for what ain't been before, I ain't for war, fly high, I aim for more, let the rain poor, headed to the main floor, See God in my sight, Christ in my light, cried so many nights, you can find me in the city with many lights, gave my life to
Flower in my hand, power in my hand, waiting for the spaceship, don't know when I’m going to land, taken from the motherland, things they don't understand, leaving with nothing but what I came with, I plead the fifth, that's my language, light the
The world shaken by grief, diamonds and pearls taken by thieves, the birds awaken the leaves, troubled minds, humbled by the kind, it take effort, to remain forever, they waiting for the downfall, look where I found y’all, memories of a new day, t
When you see you breathing, it’s key to believing, they proceed with deceiving, we succeed with achieving, this is real I ain’t dreaming, how can we heal when you scheming, in the motherland we keep it real cause our heart is gleaming, prayer hand
I can see the love in your eyes, I can see the love when you cry, all I need is you in my life, people looking for a reason, we don’t believe you this season, what does it mean if you don’t have love, behind the scenes I saw the dove, only praises
One shot one bang,
don't you know that's all it takes,
it pierces through the skin and flesh,
all the life fades away,
and it kills,
all the dreams and goals,
Dura hipocrisia.
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Aponta para eles e grita: Seus idiotas!
As lágrimas que deles escorrem são de aço.
Oh, almas congeladas e sedentas
por estéreis cumprimentos
Doces lágrimas de sangue
Espirram e queimam
a dureza dos hipócritas.
Minhas doces lágrimas de sangue
Destroem a hipocondria dos incautos...
I'm finally taking my body back.I'm taking back the rights to my body I'm taking back what you did to meto my friendsTo the people i didn't know
I Had a Friend
I had a friend
Her name was Gittel. We played
Together. One day Gittel
Didn’t come out. She didn’t come
Poem about Kashmir
Doesn’t your conscience stir you?
O! You silent witnesses
When the bullets pierce the children of Kashmir,
When their pained cries echo,
Doesn’t your conscience stir you?
...And she lost it
she packed a bag and left
Leaving it all behind
All her family and friends
To do what,
Accomplish something real?
Trying to avoid this calamity
Can’t seem to outrun this insanity
Barefoot walking through a city of glass
stand down
stand down they say, dont be so loud
your too young to understand
if only they knew
about the kid whose parents would never accept them for who they are
stand down
stand down they say, dont be so loud
your too young to understand
if only they knew
about the kid whose parents would never accept them for who they are
SIX NINE YOU SUCK I DONT CARE ABOUT EVERYTIME YOU BEING
A SNITCH I DONT CARE YOU AINT A LEGEND IM A LEGEND I DONT
LOL SNITCHNINE IM SURGERHIGH GET MAD IM BEEFING WITH YOU
SIX NINE YOU SUCK I DONT CARE ABOUT EVERYTIME YOU BEING
A SNITCH I DONT CARE YOU AINT A LEGEND IM A LEGEND I DONT
LOL SNITCHNINE IM SURGERHIGH GET MAD IM BEEFING WITH YOU
This dick ain't freeYou looking at me like it ain't a receiptlike it never made ends meeteating your leftovers and raw meat THIS dick ain't free!Living in captivity raised my capped salary celerytelling me green is all i needevidently all i seen w
The book was seen as dirt
"I don't wanna touch it, it'll mess up my white shirt"
They saw it as useless, unusual and stupid
But they didn't see what beauty it hid
A black book with a natural look
Remember one day you'll leave this world behind so live a life you will remember make sure to eat and drink your food and take yourself your a amazing person keep going I'm proud of you and live life like no one else is watching and make smiles no
To dream with the black man in one eye
and the white in the other,
Kids not born with a syndrome,
could still inherent trauma
A whole people over four
generations, treated like lower fauna
Our world is a mess
seriously
Little kids are now all so spoilt brats, who cry when life isn't fair...
but life isn't fair
they're attached to devices as if it's the only thing keeping them alive
A man with many names was destined for change
He was a revolutionary with a merry promise
To Overthrow 2000 years of imperial rule
Be the Sunflower in someone's life,
Be the reason someone else smiles,
Go the extra mile,
It might take a while,
But, Its worth the wait and the risk it takes, Understand Your Destine to be great,
My son I found you lonely haunting pains!
I lost thy life in duke of forest brook.
Why could not see I coffin float there moors?
Where did they take to bury my heart and groom?
BLIND LEADER
We are being leaded by a blind man
Who Behave like a woman
How can you used our resources
To make it Valuable for substances
BLIND LEADER
We are being leaded by a blind man
Who Behave like a woman
How can you used our resources
To make it Valuable for substances
People behind bars
wishing to join the stars
tormentors laughing and smiling
while children slave away crying
bystanders watch sad yet scared
while people's hearts are bared
Losing someone can be challenging.
The sorrows stay within you.
The heart will cry; the brain will hurt.
The love will be lost and never will be back.
by:a 13 year old girl you'll never know
We have all been there and down in the dumps,
we have all felt down and stuck in these slumps,
we have all been "to pretty to be ugly" and yet still somehow vice versa,
Color
By: Michelle Barrera
Pink,
Blue,
Black,
White.
Colors are colors,
Yet they cut like a damn knife.
They destroy families. Friendships. Marriages.
I hope it's broke me this time
I can't imagine coming back
They have to pack
Me in a casket
So much times elapsed that
I feel like my head's a basket
I've been moving like a tortoise
Every time we get angry a roadblock emerges somewhere in the galaxy. This roadblock thwarts our arrival at peace and a war is born forlorn inside of us.
This year mi nah garn care
This year mi ah care less
What dey wan chant, wah dey wan do
Dem wan see we dead inna sufferation
But pon di water dey wan we dead we are sail
This is a poem of a diffrent type
yeah thats right
I made sure the mouse is tight
next time I might just grab the mic.
If I only had one million dollars
I would help spend it before I gave it to scholars
Spy of high, its a poor's Cry Spare the Honest ,do not Pry
Don't You know it hurts so bad when my blue bird just can't fly
talk to the nobles, say my sigh i am so naïve, don't know to get by
Yet those doubting clear violence
Have they no moral empathyTo suggest atrocities are justified?
Do they see any errorsIn the analytical obvious judgment?Hatred never possesses an alibi
The warmth of my tears is known to my heart
For my cheeks are not privileged
The sound of my cry is known to my brain
For ears are forbidden
Deep underground there lives...
My angel. The angel of hate.
Hate for all those who think they are great,
Superior by the colour of their skin,
Superior for being rich.
The fact the disrespect other lives
Elderly man asleep in the hospital bed
Moving so slightly
His respirations become
the only sign
He is not dead
I move his feet back in the bed
as they slide out every now and then
you ask me, over and over you ask me. but why, really why, does it matter? even if I cover my ears and yell, and shout and scream,you raise your hands and tell me i'm being dramatic. I act out and ignore what you try to pry from my hands,something
To be different,
Is to be labeled a freak,
No one can understand that you’re just unique.
They are trying to make you feel ashamed
Your silence speaks louder than words
What happens today changes tomorrow
Speak on injustice, rise like songbirds
Your recent post, you put on a good show
My mother was left to take care of herself
Barred inside bare, cold, gray walls
Shut in from proper attention from the doctor
She bore my labour pains in secret
Hail to the undying youth
Dont shoot, don't scream
Impoverished homes, successful
businesses
Silence of the people
Kill me not, for I am afraid
Love ,play simple life
Arogance in the air so wild
Sisters and brothers sold away so far
To lands never seen black berrys so ripe
the last thing we need in this country is division
These masks don't protect us' its all a allusion
In all reality for the last 5 months covid has broken us down
From our businesses to our everyday lives all around town.
We walked a path, but not together
You walked it while danger slept
You walked it in sunny weather
You walked through on fields of heather
You walked while the streams ran wet
I’m inside a filter, on the outside new beginnings
On the inside a fatal past
No change ever occurs
Not that there's any escape
But the clasp is held shut
The whole world is craving a feeling that will take lots of skill
It feels like to reach this we must climb up a hill
But knowing the journey will take lots of skill
I'm driving the speed limit, car clean, I'm clean, everything is up to date
But I'm still stopped by the law I put my hands on the steering wheel
"Officer why am I being stopped?" "I ask the questions" (aggressive)
Bare feet wandering around the city,
Smiling ear to ear,
The sound of their laughter between the chaos and the smoke,
Their cries unheard in the city of dead at the crack of dawn,
Bare feet wandering around the city,
Smiling ear to ear,
The sound of their laughter between the chaos and the smoke,
Their cries unheard in the city of dead at the crack of dawn,
Ethnicity is not a crime.
Gathering together for justice isn’t either.
What they did was wrong, it was sickening, it was cold blooded murder.
Hong Kong China crunchclash of ideologies—iron mixed with clay
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© 2019 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Baby boy, I can’t even contemplate what you’re going
through, and when you go out those doors I always
worry about you, but hey, I know I raised you with
morals and values...
it grows in the belly it grows and kicks,
abortion is the cruelest thing it is murder of the unborn,
little life,
legs,arms,tiny mouth,and eyes yet to form,
Can you tell me
how I’m supposed to support
a country
that puts children in cages?
Can you tell me
where the line between
Ever wonder what it would be likeIf people could be who they are?To live free instead of living behindThe mask of society in which they live!Ever wonder what it would be likeFor people to realize that love is love?To live without fear of being jud
So when the world stopped turning
And everything in the wilderness sat still
Where were you?
He God above the heavens said stop!
And the killers stopped killing,
Don’t calm me over with sweet melodies of song verses Pacify me with
we’ll rise, we’ll rise..we will rise
THE ULTIMATE PRICE
Ever felt much weight on your neck
That makes it feel like you can't breathe?
You can't move your neck?
I have
Society judges males for being who they are.
Show emotion? What are you, weak
Doesn’t show emotion? Good luck getting a girl
Has a higher pitched voice? What are you, a kid
Teenage females are never good enough for societyNo boobs? Grow some, no guy will ever be attracted to you.Boobs? Cover them, don’t be a slut!Skinny? Don’t be anorexic, guys don’t like sticks and bones.Fat?
They hear your happy, they go and find a way to make you sad.
The hear your debt-free, they go and make sure you have more bills to pay.
Behold quickly I come
Blessed is he that kept
Beautiful piety
Be strong but not rude.
Be kind but not weak.
Be humble but not timid.
A night so Cold and bright.
If I wasn't locked up tight,
I'd see the twinkling starlight.
So I left to image seeing,
Them in my mind's eye. soaring with them I fly,
in the spiraling of their Galaxies.
A story about,
A girl who was bullied most of her Young Life. Sexuality harshments always made her feel strife.
Just kept her head down and walked away,
Shedding tears and pain that she locked away,
Caregivers grief
A holding your hand, stroking your hair letting you know someone is near.
you may have to go on your journey alone,
When I grow up,I'd like to be a political doctor
And go down in history books for unveiling the mistry of helping this ailing nation.
A nation so ill that the will of the people is no longer an issue
We cry out for justice, we scream and we shout.
We cry out for justice, we cry very loud.
We cry for missng people that haven't been found, we cry for innocent people getting killed everyday.
Creation is always on time
And life is too Priceless to be stopped on a dime
Abortion is not of God and it is a crime
Yet women lineup what no penalty no fine
Let me abort I mean murder mine
when the people that should be there for you the most,
are the ones that hurt you the worst,
when only dreams are your everything,
when llife is a broken sail boat rocking each and every way,
You forward my calls
You tell all the lies
Everyone believes
And it all transpires
I just need you
But you don’t want me
The family of four
They threw me away
Didn’t want five
They say I play
Too many games
And bring sorrow
Paint
by Jaylen Espinoza
You paint me every day
Since I was born
Tell me what I am
Who I can be
Who is it?
Is it the mail carrier?
The bank teller?
The dentist?
The Chrisitian?
The news reporter?
The artist?
The Buddhist?
The construction worker?
The bartender?
Who is it?
Is it the mail carrier?
The bank teller?
The dentist?
The Chrisitian?
The news reporter?
The artist?
The Buddhist?
The construction worker?
The bartender?
They are warriors for a just cause,
Their great character deserves applause,
While the memory of them is bittersweet,
In our hearts they will never be obsolete.
Best Friends
I feel your pain for not seeing me in months
We aren't able to let the feeling fly till the day we see each other.
We are miles apart but through and through,
Best Friends
I feel your pain for not seeing me in months
We aren't able to let the feeling fly till the day we see each other.
We are miles apart but through and through,
We march the street with dominant determination
in hopes of not only making a change, but curing a crisis.
Within each stride we ride our roar
amoung thousands of fighters who share that encore.
I heard your scream,
you turned and tossed against that monster and looked at me,
things being soo unfair i wanted to ask are you okay,
i'll ust turn away and maybe pray,
feeling pain,
outside it begans to rain,
listening to the sound of maybe a crane,
i think maybe right now i am going insane
the noise and sound,
listening to the rain pound,
looking down,
You stand up for what you believe is right,
but the world looks down on you, it's alright.
You will face many struggles,
but others will look at you and chuckle,
I hope y'all listen close and listen well
Listen, hear, and understand this tale I'm about to tell
I'll do whatever it takes, but if you notice that my voice shakes,
lost,refraned,shaken,and broken
half of a whole or thirds,
something missing and lost,
unable to fly away like a bird,
experiments done not realizing the cost.
Forgive and forget,
But not too quick,
You gotta know what you need
Before you can contort the decree.
So value your time,
When you begin to ask why, first think about how you got here.
Then, gaze with those pure eyes what wonders you have accomplished.
Without you history cannot be made done,
The deadened grass crackled underneath my bare feet
Stepping on stones piercing the soles of my feet
For once I strayed from the well worn path
My blood being spilled for the pleasure of cruiosity
Here upon this old woven chair
She sits in the land of the inbetween
Perched under a wooden sign post
The one rooted into muscle that sits between our ribs
There at the very tip toe top
Every night I look to the stars above
Just barely seeing past metal bars
Now consumed by rust
red, white, and blue
what does this mean to you?
parades and pride,
a country you take in stride.
that's what the colors should do for you.
The child will seek his old novel friend,
After the trials and tribulations have began.
The man will cry with the daring old book,
Feeling the mistakes he perhaps underlooked.
most of her works are
serenades to miracles
that occur daily.
some of her works are
cows will be cows will be cows.
named miraculous.
the miracle is
LISTEN LISTEN ... Middle Class England ... !!!
Come On Now ... !!!
It's NOT Immigrants Bringing England Down ... !!!
It's Your Own Government That's Causing FROWNS ... !!!
By thou insane pamper,
hob nob with blue water,
Reborn in your nap,
Smelling death over lap.
Christmas, Merry Christmas,
The Happy Merry Christmas,
Many gifts with good hope,
Coming Santa on Antelope.
Really,
said she
my grandmoher
Protest harsh Just come in the legal way...
if gay means happy... homo... Sapiens
For my Enertainment
I need to be heard for it is common courtesy, The basic need to share my thoughts, An explosive volcano inside me. We always brag about our free country, Exclaiming everyone here has freedom of speech. So why do we ignore when people are talked ov
Light replaces dark
Dark replaces light
Light, the first thing you see
Light, the last thing you see
Sun cast black silhouettes standing proud on cement
auction blocks
Sweltering heat make dark skin sweat in mid morning dew
(Pt. III) ... After the 7/7 bombing ...
This is the 3rd part of a Trilogy of poems to remind people about
where some of their, " Anti-Islam Rhetoric ", started from ....
For we were trapped in the faceless conformity, of a place that we are foreign to.
The feeling of being lost overwhelms us, as though we may never be found.
Whether a mile or two,
those far away,
appear out of the blue.
They appear in my mind,
but what I see is not human,
rather a feeling unfortunately assigned.
Bending in participation with stimulation.
Yielding, swaying, resisting, obeying
Resolute in rejection of interaction.
Protesting, afirming, challening, refusing
To sway or to challenge
Do You Believe In ... ?
Freedom of Speech ... ?
Freedom of Thought ... ?
And Freedom To Teach ... ?
Or ..... ?
Freedom To Do ...
The Things That You Please ... ?!?
Did I hear you?So early eyes still shut,Leaping up from a deep slumber,Conversing so calm,Wanting to tell me,All that is unsaid, The pain in your voice,I hear with my heart.
"Akonadi, the people’s activist."
Akonadi is an oracular goddess of justice and a guardian deity for
women. Inspired by a Ghananian goddess.
No tree bends the same,
No individual grows in a uniform frame,
No branch sprouts equal leaves,
No person has a similar seek,
I see the world through my glasses,
You see it through yours,
a bad deed done for a good cause is still bad,
violence is never the answer opening your heart up to causes is better,
all of those people that were killed that's sad,
or adrressing the issue to the senator in a letter.
she ignored me and got angry later,
I didn't care because she seemed like a fake friend,
but she acted like I was a traitor,
I wanted to tell her that our friendship needs to come to and end.
Read all about it!
Read all about it!
We must do something about this
But here I stand
My voice rings out
Freedom has yet to be given out
In the dead of night
The moon shone bright
A lone soul raced
In search of the light
She was being followed by her prey
And had nowhere safe to stay
La Boca
the mouth
Mi Boca
My mouth
I speak but I am hushed
Callate me dicen
No one should be allowed to speak
tienes poder
Lo tienes?
Do you have power?
No.
They wish they were stars, but that's far from the truth.
Those falling lights are not children proof.
They live in a world, surrounded by offenders.
They wish they were stars, but that's far from the truth.
Those falling lights are not children proof.
They live in a world, surrounded by offenders.
After high school, I enlisted the United States Navy. I wanted to serve my country. Make my family proud. It wasn't until I returned that I realized---the more I witnessed, the less I agreed.
What Shall I say about their senses,
What Shall I speak about their Tenses,
They're all above the God judgements,
May be they are Gods of Themselves.
The world of mine would investigate invisible lies,
Only to imagine dust and flame.
The heat would smother my glass heart
And pray that it's strong enough to survive.
Yet in the world of pain and demise,
It should come as no surprise
the injustice is a tale as old as time
haves and greater-thans ignore broken cries.
They take and take, and punch and climb-
//
Over poor, broken, helpless -- not leaving a dime
Digging underground to Passage, onward.
Sorting the forest from the trees.
Moving steadfast to Freedom’s Way.
Watching our backs on prostrate knees.
Reverencing wombs to heal carved scars.
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texas.don.g.nutt59.poem,righteouness,so right mine right mine steady better then you no fedia this one stay so ready sharp as a machette like i work at mr gahitti, splatter like sphagatti this is the one so right i get down for me so righteouness
Have we lost all the civility
This much is not certain
Be it war or death or famine
The world has changed for better
Or worse, some say
I draw faces in the sand.
Against the grainy, coarse complexion, of this rocky shoreline,
my twelve year old hands are barely able to caputre the essence of president Obama's
Sisyphus,
With calloused hands and heavy soles,
Pushes his boulder up the hill.
But his boulder is not one of rubble,
Of granite, of shale, of sediment;
It is the Boulder of Progress.
So what if Ragini was once Raghav.
She has every right
To live a normal life
And love like everyone else does.
To laugh when everyone giggles.
Even if it's about her.
Man, haven't seen anyone sportier.
We are women of colour
living in a world of terror
We sometimes feel inferior
Useful only for our exterior
Day one
Religious
Dependent
Straight.
Youngest
Church is ok, would rather be somewhere else
“Baby’d” if you may
Day one
Religious
Dependent
Straight.
Youngest
Church is ok, would rather be somewhere else
“Baby’d” if you may
Burning Simultaneously
When I knew I wasn’t a kid anymore
August 2nd, 2015, 3:00 am.
How can one learn to forgive a mother?
Voice what does it mean
It can be communicated through a song, or a scene
When feelings come out through our art our voice gets the chance to be heard and it’s not reduced to just a few words
He seemed odd to me.
That’s what I was told to see.
“Don’t let him near you”
Now I see the truth,
Does not matter who you love;
Just know I love you.
Why are some of achievements celebrated aren't we man but many to which we see ourselves of a lesser altitude of the creation of man that we recite comments that say a black child can do it as though a black child was never capable of being a huma
I pace back and forth.I beg to get support.I'm screaming, watery eyes.They assure, "It's alright, child. Smile."
I pace back and forth.I beg to get support.I'm screaming, watery eyes.They assure, "It's alright, child. Smile."
Of human ignorance I am almost in despairFor racism is around me everywhereBut like they say sheer ignorance is blissJust like Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss.
Six years ago, two little boys invaded my home and stole my heart right from my chest.
The little ginger haired devils appeared in my life out of nowhere and they took control.
Here I am, A “changed” person
But this change didn’t come overnight , alright
See, I used to be so gullible and sweet, with little to no teeth
Don’t get me wrong, I’m still sweet with a bit of heat
I’ve been through a lot in my life a lot of pain a lot of hurt a lot of asking why like why am I sitting here on this earth when everything I do gets twist and turned and everything I say makes something worse and everything I try just crash and b
a chain reaction has happened between face,But now its time to go out and race . the truth ,the reality, the life of humanity we all are one and one are all so i dedicated my self to live my life ,to carry on a new legend of now not the past not
There it was,
The spark that which ignited the gas,
Why does this always? , seems to differ.
does this hearing sense require a transfer?
I felt despair from the cotton comfort,
Today:
Sleep, wake, fight, repeat.
It’s all we ever do.
Rest, rowse, run, restart.
Neverending…
Neverending…
Stories of gods
Received purification.
Smoke waves
My voice
FORBIDDEN.
I had young dreams.
My knees like water.
i feel sad.
i feel sad because the world is angry.
i want to use my words to sooth its temper
but paper isn’t enough.
and when i shout them,
rich or poor
black or white
straight or gay
man or woman
child or adult,
we all hold power
as inferior as we may feel
our lives matter
black lives matter
gay rights matter
The wind blows solemnly through my bones
The crows no longer sing their songs
It feels like a blizzard in my mind
My psyche being eaten away by frost bite.
I’m losing my mind
He must be several hundred feet off, but He weighs on me already
Do I head the other way? I only say that because
He’s homeless.
What a selfish Trick, huh?
As a child you're painted a picture perfect story book
fairytales with princesses and princes
being painted as superiority
more or less perfect and humble
and you believe it
but I can't blame you
Out of the shadows we come as a roar With pen and sound my people soar From the field to the stage From our minds to the page This separate but equal Will never have a sequel Take a back seat so you can tell What exactly is our hell- And our rev
Health never lies in this time and age
With little to hide and memories that fade
Death and Life fight out in the day,
Waiting for something to ease the pain
Everytime I'm pushed around like a Ragdoll,
You're addicted ,for you it's alcohol.
Everytime it's you,only you .
Who determines what I should do !
Why can't I just be me and you be you ?
Arise on your on feet its time to start the day
Rise to your feet and let them lead the way
Rise to the challenge and do your best
Once you done your part let Him do the rest
Call me Elliot
That's my name
Unusual, yes but all the same
A rebel cry against the gods
My future present, despite all odds
Call me Elliot
Take my hand
A crashing wave against the sand
Mama, why did this
Mama, i was to be your hope
Your happiness and life
It was not my fault
Mama, was i even there?
When grandma talked to you
Warned you of the bastard?
My unseen papa
Mama, why did this
Mama, i was to be your hope
Your happiness and life
It was not my fault
Mama, was i even there?
When grandma talked to you
Warned you of the bastard?
My unseen papa
Life is long
Like a race
We have to run
We need to beat other runner
But what’s the purpose?
You don’t have to run
When you don’t know your destination
It’s okay to stop
My parents fornication
Resulted in procreation
In her womb began my formation
But the debate of my termination
Was the topic of their conversation
Which led to their separation
Humanity used to be beautiful,But it is poisoned by sin.Hate grows as Man lets it sprout,It causes hurt, suffering, and deathStop this deadly disease
For the People of the World.
It's like eating ice cream on a summers day.
It's like watching the first snow of a new winter.
It's like feeling the wind through your hair.
It's like a happy ending I've always wanted.
Losing you....
Starting from the very bottom is always hard,
and sometimes it makes you question reality.
Making you believe there is nothing more than ordinary people,
doing ordinary things.
He slunk behind the blows, harsh
rasping thoughts swirl,
The phone buzzed. He thought,
rifled his sodden jacket, scrambling.
Which ringtone was it set to.
He struggled, to get his bearing. Hell.
Feet dragging, limbs hanging, eyes distant in their sacks.
When old women's families send them here there is no looking back.
They heap their sorrows, pray for tommorows,
The halls are dark and dumb.
The Struggle:
(Marginalised Anglophone Cameroonians)
I stand corrected;
Yet I am molested;
As i sit still/ in d belle of d beast
In ma country in Africa /were d youths only knw defeat
In d claws of d leaders is were we all dwell
A better hope 4 a future I say farewell
Dey suck all d wealth 4rm d oil
The world is ignorant
Of a nation here from birth
Full of culture, tradition, and history
Thriving in the threshold of tribal family
And stripped of all they knew.
The world is ignorant
the carbon hardens after sinking farther into the dustthe earth compresses and turns a mess into a value of lustby forming a stone that can survive intense temperatures
The top of my head only reaches their chin
But I can measure against the greatest of men
I wish my pay was based on merit
And not the chromosomes that I inherit
Many voices are heard
Around the world.
The politician cries for war,
While the activist calls for peace.
The poor cry for recompense,
While the hounds sniff for plunder.
Humanity is blessed with a gift
Of different cultures, different ideas
Of uniqueness
But are we really that different, you and I?
That we don't deserve all the same rights as you do?
I used to hate my eyes becuase I thought they had no color;
The emotionless black marbles that sleep inside of my skull
were always a blight in my head,
no matter what my mother said;
Blank faces
Blank minds
Blank thoughts
You are blank
You believe in the slate
You believe in the state
an ode to the Aztecs
The skies cry alongside us
for our fallen brethren,
for the abuse of our land,
There’s a winding River in my country.
A River that’s red.
Muted screams rise from its dark waters.
Screams of the dead.
Darkness hovers over the River.
It makes it hard to see.
When I look at paper I think of this cruel world,
Separated by race,
Unlined by unity,
Words not being fit well for the community.
Two lines separating each side,
The View from Below
You stand up for what you believe is right,
But the world looks down on you, it's alright
You will face many struggles,
As I struggle throught this land
Of hopelessness and fear,
I pass a sea of faces-
Ones that hold no cheer.
I cross the sea of betrayal
And over the bridge of doubt,
into the desert of despair.
How are we to be free when the color of our skin is stereotyped?
How are we to be free when our religion is criticized by others?
As an infant, their eyes are filled with happiness
their head is filled with innocence
their heart is filled with gold.
As a toddler, their eyes are filled with curiosity
their head is filled with imagination
A Weapon You Can't Ever Take
by: Kaitlyn Whitner
I own the most powerful weapon ever known to man
Just like all other weapons
It can be used for good
or used for evil
I’m mine own. I’m supposed to be like my family. I’m seen as one with them. I’m told that I act so different from my siblings. ‘They are friendly, kind, accepting’ but that’s not me.
I’m mine own. I’m supposed to be like my family. I’m seen as one with them. I’m told that I act so different from my siblings. ‘They are friendly, kind, accepting’ but that’s not me.
What's that sound?
I can hear it from far away
Whats that yell?
It sounds like its coming straight from hell
What are those stomps?
Are they coming all for me?
One Place
One Punch
Our world is in disarray,
wouldn't you say?
When our kids learn to hate,
how to argue, debate,
But never to love,
or to challenge their fates,
We look at people as numbers and figures,
Floating...
Sinking...
Falling...
Nothing but air beneath us, nothing but the sky above.
Our words like the air we breathe, stuck in our throats, nothing coming out.
Let me tell you about the impact excluding people from history has.
For many exclusion becomes a solution
Making things taboo
Remember the statue we were supposed to look up to
Shut up because you speak funny
Shut up because you look different
Shut up because you listen to weird music
Shut up because what you believe in doesn't exist
They told me to shut up because I am different
Who you love does not matter.
What you choose to be does not matter.
The color of your skin does not matter.
The language you speak does not matter.
Oh Voice, my Voice, where do you hide?
Why are you afraid to make yourself known?
To stand up for your rights and declare your stance
And to rise from the flooding swamps would be at least ideal.
I pledge allegiance to the flag
Of the segregated states of America
And the life sentence of Cyntoia Brown
By the dawn's early light
It’s a stormy day for many,For those without a home.For those who’ve traveled milesAcross the raging foam.For the mother and the child,Who've been sent far away.Who’s every breaths a challenge
How many more kids have to die?
How many families have to cry?
When will the U.S. open their damn eyes?
No matter how many children ask there parents why their best friends couldn't still be alive.
It's feel like heaven.
goes in like a fire.
it's shattered like a blossom flower .
burn like a flame of sadness .
We are a human being
Want to treat like the same
Were asking for respect
Knowing that were not perfect
Yes, we commit a sin
Yes, we make mistakes
Yes, were having trouble
There once was a lass who liked fashion.She said, "See the lovely bashan!"It was quite linear,But not very skinnier,She couldn't say no to the ration.
I am tenacious and lovely because who said I can not be both I wonder if there will ever be a time where we will not be suppressed and be able to speak whenever we want to I hear the roar of people who disagree with flappers flaunting what they
Open your mind
Ditch the confined
Of the nine to five
Waiting on the weekends
To start the process
Again, and again
Old and wise or young and inexperienced,
Religious and spiritualistic or atheist and agnostic,
Homosexual, bisexual, or otherwise not straight,
Male, female, or transgender,
Rich and famous or poor and unknown,
Men have to be strong and can't show weakness they say
Real men do cry and yes they do feel pain
Hold your head high and don't be a little bitch
He also can feel used and hurt like shit
My fight does not stem from the desire to overpower
My fight stems from my roots embedded in the rich earth of my motherland
My struggle stems from the recognition that evil will always exist if good stays silent
Lives flying, silent cries and teary eyes
What more pain could you bring
The sweet whispers of lies
The passionate song that Death sings
The lost hope that soon flies
Along with those majestic wings
The Bill of Rights- our First Ten Amendments
They ensure our Rights and Freedom
Limiting the Control of our Government
Giving us Powers when we most need them
Poetry has taught me
That I am lucky to be free.
I am lucky that I may speak,
That I may sleep,
That I may breathe.
Wrapped
in the blanket azul of her birth,
the little girl spells inmigrante beside inmate
with a stick in the dirt on the border
between cage and patrolman earth.
who am i
what could i possibly have done to deserve the right to judge
who in this world has acheived that status
who am i to restrict your marriage
who am i to prevent your love
See what am seeing,Are you feeling what am feeling? Despite freedom of expression I'm not allowed to express my feelings,See them, registered thieves, registered criminals. So many times I wanna stand on my feet,But Mum called me, my Son!
America
Ten year old girl
Blonde hair
Blue eyes
Afghanistan
Ten year old girl
Brown hair
Judgment, I give
Voices, I hear
Stories, they tell
Shoes, I stand in
I stand where they stand
I say what I know
I voice what I understand
I see judgment
There's a break--a bright day near
Remain open, don't shut your eyes
It seems far; the light tries to run
One day we'll catch
This journey is far from over\
I hate this body,
The body that contains this soul,
I hate this body just because the way it behaves,
The way it moves,
The way it expresses,
Overtime, society has built a picture of what a girl should be like and what a boy should be like based on religion, morals, natural instinct, and power.
I am a marble statue Forever youngA broken reminent of by gone times A bittersweet reminderA silent echo of times long gone
He makes me feel like i am on top of the earth
The way he talks
The way he walks
The way he says my name
But i know i can't have him either way
My love for him is forbidden
A soldier out of time
a man who commits no crimes
take away everything he stands for
you'll wish you hadn't
because by then you're done for
The shield
the uniform
Working to support ourselves
living in safe neighborhoods
fighting to protect our rights
there's no way a dystopian society
shines bright
while all we do is cuss and fuss
let this be a warning
Injustice is irrationalA daily distastePolitics, Police, and other participantsAttacking one raceThey’re starting to look like hypocritesWhy is equality an anomaly? It is very odd to me It hurts, because some consider it to be comedyI pray for bet
Waves crashing, the smell of salt in the air, and the grit of sand beneath my feet, I feel it. Y’all, when asked a year ago, what one thing I would bring if I was going to a deserted island, I threw up the word brother as if it were word vomit. Lo
"It's a curse, a friend of the grave"
they judged a black,
and guessed on someone's soul at its color,
but they're the most worst,
whom are ready to let millions of innocents die in the bloody lands,
The scariest things in school should be my test scores. Ask yourself, is a child worth more than a gun? The answer should be obvious.
You are the reminder of a life that i was never meant to exist in, the life of shattered mirrors and holes punched into walls.
When life had turned upside-down . and memories and good times have been destroyed in this town . the town of our minds thats been torched and molested by those who could care less . who could care less about the destruction and mess .
anger
a word created to be bold
in ALL capital letters
however
anger does not create big things
it destroys small things
Kind words are misleading,
A fistful of sand,
Thrown into our vision,
So we won’t understand,
That the gaps are wide open,
I take a knee
In solidarity
With my oppressed brothers and sisters
For I am not free
It's not a lackIt's not a wound...my vaginaIt's not where a penis ought to beIt's where I choose to stick one-or notKeep all your fraud and imagined penis envy out of my vagina.
Pizza huh
yea, I eat it too....
fun fact
try to keep your brain in tact
So Sweedan, 1979 right
I "felt gay"
so i called in to work sick
and it worked
next time you call in
You’re no less of a fan because you hold back your anger
No less of a man because you tie up your tears and hang 'em
In a world full of noise it’s a blessing to keep quiet
dear dad,
one hundred eighty nights ago
i was happy
i was fearless
i was unbroken
i stand in the dark alone
and wonder all night in my vision
For The Land:
America: With all your beauty and grace, your Miss United States,
Your pride and stars and stripes and stunning monuments dedicated to (racist) presidents past
Dear President Trump,
If I were the president,I would end discrimination,Provide a safer and more equal life for everyone,And abide by what’s stated in the Preamble
Do you think about it?
As you’re picking up your fruits
It seems so easy… we don’t think about the roots
Countless hours under the scorching sun
As pesticides are flying down like missiles at war
I'm stuck,I don't know which path to take,They tell me it's all wrong,But it seems perfectly okay.
To Your Highness, who sits in his throne
Once a year. The rusty crown
Waves its golden scepter, now opaque,
As a hammer shatters the national pride
On the Day of the Sun,
I heard Democracy talk about
Shapes and sizes,
Spite and spleen,
Color and cologne
Word and litter
Hair and lip.
A porcelain girl inside this world is trapped with hate but filled with love.
All is against her, for the light is pure and good
The dark is death and evil.
I stand outside.
Outside of the boundaries you set for me.
Why am I outcasted from this "perfect world".
Yet, if this world is so perfect,
why is anyone outcasted?
I'm tired.
Tired of feeling alone.
Dear Humanity,
The lips she used to kiss
Her same sex lover with,
And the binary she dismissed
Made them all loose their mind
The lips she used to kiss
Her same sex lover with,
And the binary she dismissed
Made them all loose their mind
in bits, and hiss, and scream,
Dear Courtney,I can’t slam anymore without thinking of you,And everytime I touch a copy of the book you wrote, I get chills and I hear a familiar voice in my he
I want to express what’s buried in my heart But words can be fickle things that trap and hurt I want to use them to describe something wonderful and chaotic
“Terminally ill”
is it a term or a state
in which a person can exist — ending
without end
or is it a statement about
the state of our government?
The Dull colors that blasphemes the vision of one
Only block out what true colors are emitted from the sun
One sees little but feels an immense twist and pain
We live in a world where hate is still here
We live in a world where you can be an unarmed black man but still get the nine bullets to your back
Speaking up equals speaking back
Condemned by the nature of society,
The status quo that instigates conformity.
To rebel is to take the forbidden fruit,
To enter the garden and be dragged through the Inferno,
We are not our brother’s Keeper but that does not make us his Executioner.
What right have we to take other’s lives from them, like a thief in the night?
I am a beacon of light,
Through my vains and heart,
We're no longer apart.
Stars shine bright,
Take me in flight,
Let me burn bright.
Dear Dreamer,
The day you found out that your future would be determined by
a few documents and a serial number,
Pain makes you strong,
it will be with you lifelong,
when everyone will say you are wrong,
you will stand headstrong...
Carnage raging through the streets
Bloody, murder sheets
Hate burning in the hearts of man
Blood shed by cruel hands
No one stands up for the many without a voice
Carnage raging through the streets
Bloody, murder sheets
Hate burning in the hearts of man
Blood shed by cruel hands
No one stands up for the many without a voice
Life is not sitting in your room
Afraid to step out the door,
Afraid of the world at your fingertips,
Afraid of opportunity, afraid of change.
How can something so beautiful, be so cruel?
I am the granddaughter of an Imam,
The daughter of an Imam’s daughter
And a businessman.
She who knotted together all ends
And sewed a smile on her face
Is my mother.
A strong, independent lady
How much money is too much money?
When your neighbors become your competitors?
When your competitors become your partners?
When your partners become your subordinates?
When your subordinates become your slaves?
1776,
The time of independence was declared, the patriots no longer willing to stay
1861,
The fight for rights begin, a goal, a rightful freedom is clear as day
1865,
The Schism
You’re a bit lost now
I once received
A ridiculous notion
I temporarily believed
Soul oppression, it did achieve
Dear Ajit Pai,
Please free internet
Money can't be the concern
Equity for all
Sincerely,
The People
Dear Ajit Pai,
Please free internet
Money can't be the concern
Equity for all
Sincerely,
The People
Is the Lord really blessing all the trap niggas
I can hear the deafening silence, visions of serene violence
Ideling in a unsteady position, I can feel the resistance
In one year and two months,
My memories were engraved in the dawn of time
Where love is not the only thing that moves people.
I lost the feelings between the quenchers of
Glory and Self-righteousness.
Have you ever asked yourself "what does freedom mean to you ?"
Have you ever wondered "if anyone can really live freely?"
My heart does carry out order is underMy brain, a stout controller, powerfulHad planned a complex project earlierSending order to do as potential; To circulate blood through artery net
Hi, my name is Kai and I am gender-fluid.
Well, that's not what my birth certificate says
But it's who I am nowadays.
I enjoy living in my own fantasies.
A place in my mind where I can be anything.
Why don't they just shut up?
They don't know a single thing.
They have no clue they are my problem.
I want to stay away from every single one of them.
I don't care if they are "family"
Fuck all that you know , All you know is just programming , Keeping you controlled so that you are blind to the real reality .
Dear Black,
Do you hate yourself as much as "they" do?
Are you aware that people are killed on account of you?
I was told that you create division and you're not at the top.
Am I not human,
For having the courage,
To stand up,
And embrace who I am?
I am no different from you,
We eat the same food,
Breath the same air,
Is it just because I wear a binder,
No One Will Hold Me Down
No One. No One. no one
Let Me Say This Once More
No One Will Hold Me Down
Not Even My Own Mother
Who Do They Think I Am?
I Can Do Anything
Don't forget my name.
Carcass is the name.
Carcass is the one that owns the game.
All the golden chains and fame.
On the top dome.
In the biggest seat it is my Throne.
See my wings i will defeat.
What does one say when their words are just tossed away,
Because in society today we have LOVE TRUMPS HATE
It’s no wonder some people just fall to their knees and break
Because I love you
You used it as an excuse to get to me
I let myself fall for you
Only to realize you would never pick me up
Instead, you ran over my withered soul
Because I love you
8-23-17
Why are these thoughts so rough on me
All these problems made from blood only
Making it harder to think, harder to sink
Into the person that's made for me
But I don't need close, never been an
I walk out of my house with a smile,
I feel today will be great.
During advisory I rush to the library
Because of an unfinished essay.
I sit there and type
Typing as fast as my fingers will go.
Problems, drugs, criminals
YOU are labeled
with labels that infest your world
and as you search for escape, I will fight with you
Because I love you
Rapist
Action is a form of expression
reveal what type of person we are
each individual has a certain action
with our actions we intend to be careful
careful so no one can get a wrong idea about that individual
Because i love you, doesn't mean i am gonna jump to your every beck and call. Because i love you , dosent meam you get to abuse me with your thoughtless words. Because i love you, is the reason am even here living with you.
Because I love you
I’ll stand with you
Because I love you
I’ll help you see things through
Because I love you
The face of racism
Uses words to kill all that is good on earth, without glancing back at the damage
It has the ability to claim countless lives in mere seconds, then continue on
There was this girl, she was my diary.
We got to know each other in so many ways
I worried too much of what people had to say and think.
Because I love you
I will s m o o t h out your hair whenever you get frustrated
Because I love you
I will watch movies I. Don’t. Like.
Because I love you
I will go on adventures with you
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And in this moment you know your words are not your own
trapped in your mind your mouth becomes a prison of words
that you dare not speak for you know in this moment you are weak
Healthy Relationships are very important
It is very important to lots of people
Healthy relationships are important to me
I really want an signaficant other
That is a healthy relationship for me
The systems still fucked
It's gonna change
The truth hits hard
We can't be silent
I can't be silent.
My heart hurts for the hate in this world.
I am baffled by the ignorance
That non-Christians don’t deserve life,
That non-whites aren’t people, too,
That non-males are inferior.
Love is pain
Love is kind
Love is honestly a waste of time
there's no true love's kiss
or a frog turned prince
because love is absent in today's kids
Love is hurt
Love is cries
Because I love you
I don't press
When secrets slip between your eyes
Because I love you
I wait for you to tell me
Because I love you
I hold you when you cry
Wipe away tears with tissues
Because I love you out of the mouth of someone who truly did would mean
I want to help you because I love you
I'm here for you because I love you
I would never hurt you because I love you
But out of yours it's
A life being held from living,
Is a life not worthy of living,
A life barred an chained,
Is a life forcefully taken away,
A life unhumble an ungrateful,
Is a life being lived unfaithful,
Soon you will learn
That there's so much to learn,
That life is much more
Than the books you return
To a library you hide in
And can't ever protect you
Like the loving arms
If you know what is right
And make sense of the wrong,
If you can stand back up after destruction
But not make someone fall to their death.
If you can pave a road
And allow others to travel it,
I am blessed to redeploy
I am possessed by the spirit of writing to skip earth ploy
It boozies me like reefer
And later lands me in the arena of raddled mood to refine
How my world define life
We didn't start the fire,
That's what they say.
And each generation,
Must suffer and pay.
Don't ruin the country,
I love or behold!
Ruin, decay, destruction...
Never will I waver,
From love of this land,
Never will I fail,
To stay and stand,
Shouting with a great voice unto all:
"This land, God's joy!
Justice for all."
I wish I didn't know that dandelions were weeds
That fairies don't live among the trees
I wish I didn't know that people can't fly
That time passes by and by
That we grow
That we age
Power to agrabah! It's citizens victims of a dull and old tyrant.
Power to our workers, who never asked to endure the heat of the desert.
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Ravenous, uncouth fillled with rage
On a low-lit night sprawled and lost
Stands a king to be, panicked, distraught
Soaring with disgust at fates new page
The new king he must be, a king this dawn
*sirens going off* So I surrender, I raise this white flag Because I do have a right to be black I put my hands in the air to be free But can I truly be free if its only color that you see
I am the girl who is only 5 feet.
I am the girl who is ADHD.
I am the girl who is white.
I am the girl who most people don't notice.
I am the girl who has a hat full of pins.
Never have I asked for this,
A dungeon with a twist.
Never did I want this,
A chain lays heavy on my wrist.
Never could I pondered this,
A life on the list.
It was never supposed to happen,
The voice within Movement is power, but the voice is the ruler.What you desire is derived from the mind,a human's voice is the gateway to world domination.This five letter word has a greater power than a humantouch, look, smell.
they were merciless,
as they shot innocent human beings,
for accused of using drugs
they were merciless,
as they use make up stories,
just to say they were right,
Once upon a time, there was a princess named Paisley. Paisley lived in a far off land called Deretaga. Deretaga was a small island in the Bermuda Triangle.
Once upon a time, there was a kid I used to know. I was a homeless man. I would sleep in a neighborhood park. And there was a kid that used to live in this neighborhood too. I never knew his name, but I did knew quite about him.
Red riding hood but with a twist,
A boy walking home with skittles in his fist.
With a red hoodie on, he meant no harm.
But to the wolf, his skin was an alarm.
As he walked faster in terror,
If there is any young lass to which people can relate
Between the fantasy kingdom and beyond,
It is Mulan the strong, the beautiful, the different.
To enchant us, she needs no performance or wand.
Let's get back to being human
As we lost it some way back
We devolved to war and warrior;
Let's regain the human track
Let's get back to being human
It's who we're meant to be
When I was just a little child
I began to see
I had a special family
Who is always there for me.
A family that stands by you
No matter what you've done;
Who picks you up and dries your tears
All I want in the world
Is simply to be free
But that magic moment ends
Whenever you're with me
Why can't you understand
What is plainly understood
About the things we face
The mirror doesn show
Who deep down we know
It only shows the outside.
To become who we feel,
To little appeal,
We must spend hundres of thousands of dollars.
Our identity we hide
Ever since Aurora was young,
She knew she was a little queer.
She was so confused,
That she shed a tear.
Wouldn’t it be amazing if the world had equality?
If we all had choices and freedom?
Now I know what some of you are going to say
Going to preach
Going to cry
We are equal
But I disagree
Once upon a time
When the world was fresh and new
When man could touch the sky
To tip their hand in the blue
Without burning from the sun
Where a castle shined from all lands
Once upon a time,
There was a beautiful girl.
Her hair smelled of rotten pine,
Skin rotting off in whirls.
"Beauty," the Prince said
Thank you
to the people
to the person who carries me
to the one who lifts me up
when the world beats me down
Thank you
for the shoulders
who catch my tears
and hear my cries
I am one woman In a sea of million lives lost, I was a mother, a sister, a best friend, but that will never be included In your story for the news, so here is the truth, 10000 years In shackles, calling us other than our name, i ám left with one
One can never control someone,
If they know they are controlled.
But you tell someone,
What they think they want,
Then they aren’t anyone at all.
All around are people, too
Busy to
Care about anything except the moment they are in, too
Distracted to notice that they are not the only ones that
Exist. They do not have the time to see the world
Young blood spilled on harsh ground
Anguished cries of a hurting mother and father
A surgeon’s plea for a steady hand as she
Questions why a babe was shot tonight
I want to go home.
But I have not.
And you cannot want for what you don't have.
So I'll stay,
I'll be silent and not make a sound.
Once a mighty prince
Saved his beloved sister from death
A death so evil
So wicked
So sinister—bereft
Of all human compassion
Our world is full of diversity which is unique about life
Helping and caring for each others is what makes me feel alive
The land of the brave and the free
We stand for whats right for you and for me
All humans are born free and equal yet it never seems that way,
Hateful words of society corrupt people from day to day
“Dress how you’d like your body is great!”
Sleepy the Woke Poet on this sheet niggah
I stand up for what’s mines
I can not take a seat niggah
and its a cold world
so I pack heat niggah
blow it one time
Will Or Rights?
I have the right to stand down when asked to
I have the right to be silent when authority tells me to
You don't know me
You may never know me
but that doesnt matter..
or does it?
Does anything matter?
Life and death;
beauty and beastly;
healthy and sick.
I am a child born into the space
Forced to live a life style without escape
Following what I am told to do and not to do
Social expectations on what’s jank and what’s cool
O say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
A white cop shooting an unarmed black boy on your street in Florida?
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming,
"Love wins" and it still rings true,
But the headphones go in and people watch cat videos on Youtube;
Freedom of speech where you're free to speak
If the words fall in line, otherwise they turn the other cheek;
Who am i if i can't touch th sky...
Who am i if i can't cry ...
Who am i if i can't believe in me
Who am i if i can't try...
Who am i if i can't Lov
Who am i if i can't be happy
Who am i if i can't change
I composed my song of unspoken apologies
Echoing like the ancient lands’ mythologies
It sang of red, white, and blue,
Of thinkers, speakers, revolutionaries too.
Land of the free, home of the brave
A prideful, great nation built on the mounds of forgotten Native American graves
Built on the backs of still unnamed and chained slaves
But of course, everything has changed
In school I used to say
---”I pledge allegiance,”
to America,
a country I now,
struggle to remember my allegiance to.
How can I pledge allegiance to the flag
when America has never been great
How do we stand for the Republic
when the fourteen points of fascism
have become a checklist
How are we under God
When soldiers come home with body bags instead of victory,
Their family can only withstand so much grief.
But when protesters line up at the funeral with signs that say,
Oh say can you see, the state of our great country
We claim to be the land of the free and the home of the brave
But our behavior is abysmal and disgraces our Flags proud wave
America's the freest place around 'cause people can disagree
It has always been supportive of me since freedom is the decree
Just don't get too lax
You still must pay tax
But hey! My rights are guaranteed!
From Healthcare to Crime
Unemployment and homelessness
Oh, America the greatest country
We come here for acceptance
only to be denied by our failing immigration system
We come here for job opportunity
America wears her garters in the red light
Polishes her face with old cake
She’s a pretty girl
Appealing to all in her crowd
She’s a beaut in the dark
A swine in the light
Trump became President and I got askedAre you proud to be American now?I never boasted that I was AmericanBut by the questioning of "now" and by the given smirk, I could tell that the answerWas decided for me
Split
can you really hide
from the lies
buried inside the ties of america?
or are our forces just ready to collide.
the US is split
hatred for one another
Lemon-lime, life is sublime. Twisting and turning, color assorting.
They don’t believe in global warning because winter is cold. We should just sit back, head down, and believe what we’re told.
In America there are distinguished generations And a man praised those distinguished featuresA man named Thomas PaineBut if he were to see America todayHe would see darkness in his country like Bruce WayneYou see I was made in America Land of free
Our ancestors looked to the fifty stars in search of the early light of dawn,
the light of a new day that shines on
this land of opportunity and liberty.
I have driven thousands of miles on I-80
tell me, what
what
what would you do if you could feel?
killin our people
do you see souls behind eyes?
killin our people
it’s been a dark night
you’ve got to breathe
America the great
Sprinkled with flavored hate
What’s cloaked under a promise
Comes out to be dishonest
Called the land of the free
But how much will that be?
one nation under god has been flawed since creatuin
discrimination promoted and prompted since the dawn of the nations history
differences frowned upon, conformity underlying the wants of those in power
i want to scream and cry all day
but what would all my neighbors say
i dont want to go on living like this
all that matters in life i constantly miss
unbearable itd seem this hurt to be
America: God bless you if it's good to ya.
No rants about skin color but vent when the temp is up--why not?
Freedom of speech clouds my inner circle,
"America the Brave," they say...
The beautiful, the free?
Here are some words DIRECTLY from me.
You call all this judgement beautiful?
You think it makes us free?
My family migrated here, to America, through la Frontera
A tough and dangerous journey, indeed, but where would I be without it
Mami risked it all to give me a better life because she knew America was safe
In all US history, we’ve never been good
At treating people the way that we should.
We’ve always seemed to make a huge fuss
When someone looks or acts different than us.
Make America Great Again,
America was Great.
America was Great,
January,
The third friday,
The 20th,
I believe these are the signs of the times help me change your minds. Peace would be my mission, hunger would be a distant memory where we are living.
O Say Can You See
My heart and not my body
O Say Can You See
My thoughts, my mind, my personality
O Say Can You See
Love, Compassion, and Integrity
So Proudly We’ve Held
When I was 5, I stood with my hand on my heart and recited words I didn’t understand-the pledge of allegiance-to a country that threatened to deport my best friend and their family.
america the great...
Is it really first rate?
Are we really united as states?
if all we share is hate-
What makes us so great?
america the great...
Is it really first rate?
Are we really united as states?
if all we share is hate-
What makes us so great?
America the Great,
America the Free,
Right?
If we’re so great,
Why am I scared
Of the shackles of student loans?
I am worried about the direction on we pretend we're on
An imaginary line of success but were in the most debit we have ever been.
A nation that was started by immigrants is still being run by immigrants today. America will always remain great for as long as you want it to be.
Land of the free. Land of poverty.
In this country you’re judged on sexuality, and ethnicity.
In actuality, we shouldn’t be a theocracy.
We got legality that we can believe,
As I’m walking out, I see a different world.I stay looking at the news, telling myself this isn’t real.I feel like I’m always gonna be asking myself why. Why does the world have to be so racist.Why does the world have to have so much hatred. Why d
America
Land of the...
Oppressed Minorities,
Sexualized children,
Free Caucasian Males.
Home of the
Bigoted,
Racist,
Perverted,
This country tis of thee
Built on the foundations of dreams and liberty
Corruption and power now threaten to overwhelm
This country tis of thee
I now say farewell
For this country tis of thee
How can I truly be free
If everyone in America can see
What I do with my time
This Big Brother I have
Watching over me
Waiting to snatch me through the vine.
Dear America,
You suck
Opening statement: 'you suck'
The common phrase of common folk; terrible
I have severe chronic depression, insomnia, social anxiety, and yes, I identify as a pansexual
To live in a society
Of
Love, Altruism, Harmony;
Where all my brothers and sisters not just by blood but by humanity,
It funny how the CPD claims that every new hiring is a step closer to securityBut they’re not even securing us.Betty can look outside her suburban windows and see white snow on asphalt
In a world where children are obliteratedBy chemical weaponsWhere strikes rattle the brains and deafenThe sleeping innocent are threatenedA man faces ArmageddonYet, He claims tears of joy for his twins are in heaven
America, a country built on the blood and bones of those who never got to see the “Liberty and Justice for All”
It all started with the Drums.
That steady beating that created towers and slums.
Steady beating for those wounded and fallen,
Drumming for those who were beaten and forgotten
All were supposed to seen as a patriot,
We were born as numbers, and disguised with names. Statistics to the system, is God the one to blame. Born where freedoms are equal, and where equals aren't the same.
At first she was confused.
She looked across the ocean and saw
healthy people
educated people
mothers and babies together
frightened people finding refuge and
welcoming shores.
What have we become?
What in the world has our country done?
Leaving us to sit and starve,
Our lives they wish to carve.
How do people stand this,
The government left with nothing to miss.
With every step I thrive
With every word I preach
I strive
I know my heart is beating
I can see, I’m breathing
And everyday I thank God I’m alive
Equality, it can never exist,
I’ve heard people say, “It’s impossible,”
“Inequality is in our nature.”
Boys will be boys,
Bullies will be bullies,
Ode to the State
Ode to the love
and to the hate
Ode to the world
that we make
To the skies of gray
This is indeed another sleepless night,Craving the wisdom to stand and fightAll the violent crimes, rapes, and drugs,Which fill the earth with an era of mugs.
Although I have never really been oppressed,
I can safely say that America is great.
It isn’t perfect, no
It still needs work
It still needs work
But we are a land like no other.
America has everything -
But sometimes not in the right quantities
Happiness begins with blessings from heavens above,Happiness begins with all that I prayed for,Happiness begins with what every man dreams of,My true happiness only begins with your love...
Red blood seeps
from black bodies
White-hot sun
scorches the earth
The man in blue
stands proudly
By the dawn's
early light
Two men united
How far would someone have to push you
To make your soul leave your body
Only for you to live anew.
Everything you touch,
Everything you taste,
O’ America what was your name before they stripped you of your identity?
How does it feel with all that blood within your soil?
Does it displease you that people have ruined your good name?
Freedom of speech,
but watch what you say.
Freedom of press,
if you say it my way.
Freedom to assemble,
But only if I agree.
Freedom of religion,
But only if it pleases me.
America, land of the free.
A land of progress and originality;
A land of justice, faith, and loyalty;
A land of hope, truth, and creativity.
And Yet, it's not all it's cracked up to be.
America the great!
Army strong!
But we never seem to know
when we're about to go wrong.
The way that we run
this place we call home,
alludes many people
That soft, kind emotion is what I long for.
That thing that is so precious not everyone can have.
I yearn for that feeling one day,
I desire that feeling.
That feeling I know is warm and gentle.
Grown on the backs of others,
our society thrives.
We mistreated our brothers
and took advantage of their wives.
Dear America, You kidnap me from my home and family in my motherlandYou stuff me under your ships for months and set sail for a New WorldYou ruffle my feathers and force me into your fields You sell me as a slave for way less than my worth You be
Dear America,
What happened to the words you said?
“…all men were created equal.”
Oh, the lies you have fed.
All lives matter.
to america, Who strives to be great
yEt leaves those who differ even slightly behind in
its wAke. to that beautiful, land of the free,
Head downtown and what do you see?
There’s pigs riding horses all through the streets,
They won’t walk around
without a badge on their chest,
in their own hometown
I exist in my comfort zone.
In California where we are earthquake prone.
Don’t often have to put up with the racism that others endure
I wonder from what I see happening on in the news
Is there even a cure?
Dear Millennials, just in case you wander into a voting booth one day there are some things you should know.
One, there is absolutely no evidence that America has ever been the greatest country in the world.
America spews out hate to those who love "America the great"
We deport humans that we call aliens if they immigrate
when most of our ancestors did the same
I. a map blooms above our heads
with ships ablaze and compass wide
uncharted land still beckoning
killer whales dive under tide
Eyes stapled open,
Mouth taped shut,
Ropes restraining my body,
This is what it’s like in society.
Opinions kept to myself,
We speak the language of the Combine,
Repeating the same stories.
We ask Google when in doubt and
Work hard to capture moments we’ve yet to live.
Where is your mind? It's melted through the brainwash. You're left to pity yourself when no one hates you. Seeking kind words and crying in person, Public Whore. You disgust me with your advertised praise. Kill others to make a point.
saying the Pledge of Allegiance to the flag
in these divided states of America
to the ruling Republicans who think they stand
a seperated nation under God "divisible"
We the people
Are the future of this country.
We have reached an age
Beyond which the future is unclear.
So, as much as we can,
Loved Replaced Abandoned Birds flying in bright sky people gathering feathers to make jewerly succulent being abandoned in the desert ,but being bought for aesthetics
I sit in the fields watching the doves fly
I've always dreamt of holding one-
.
I've never liked the thought of caging the birds
but it'd be a delight owning some-
.
The thought seemed so out of reach
You say I am a woman,
I am not fit to rule,
But I have been ruling over this kingdom
As long as I’ve been alive.
A woman
Long yellow dress
Blonde short curls
Red lipstick
And a smile that shines like the sun
Classic, vintage, timeless
A man
Nice colored shirt
Short brown hair
America? Known as a nation reborn,
Through war and tragedy we still uplift our hopes.
We take each other by the hand urging them to hold on,
There are the men that choose to face each other causing hate and struggle.
The land of the free
it isn't all it's cracked up to be
Indeed it's worse away from here
But still, as free as we claim to be
as free as freedom should be
It Isn't.
In a world where nothing stays the same
Either for better or worse
America could either lead to fame
Or it can lead you to a hurse
Aren't they both the same?
They seem to be a curse
The land of the free
The land of the free?
It’s funny,
Through my eyes we have quite the divide
A Problem that supposedly a wall will rectify
America the Great? More like America's a fraud,
Stealing from the poor, trying to keep up their facade,
Polishing their shoes with the sweat of hard workers,
Blaming us for their troubles when they're the real shirkers,
The home of the brave,
It seems like a wonderful place,
I just want to save,
Dreams that are most possible.
I want to be free,
And work very hard to succeed,
All that I can be,
Welcome to a land where once you take your frist step,
don't expect to walk right away.
Welcome to a land where you are given the freedom of speech,
but don't expect to have the freedom to actually use it.
When did we get thrown back in time
to when discrimination was praised,
to when racism was the fad,
to when we had to hide who we are,
to when life was the last concern.
We the people fought
When the British told our religion was a rot
We the people fought
When the Mayflower took us to a wrong spot
We the people fought
When we refused to be Britains robot
Progression is defined as a movement or development toward a destination or a more advanced state
It is accepting that things need to be different and making a change based on that fact
I stopped saying the pledge of allegiance years ago
Nevermind those who tell me that I'm disrespecting
Those who fight for our country
Because how can this be the land of the free
The parallels of wooden window frames
Race up the sides of luminescent figures
While the blinds sway microscopically in a
Nonexistent breeze.
Not a breath blowing
The pair
Posed like dolls,
I was made in America.
My grandfather is a veteran.
My father black.
My mother white.
I am from a bloodline of freedom fighters.
I was packaged,
The land I fly for
is not the land I should fly for.
The land I fly for honors my stripes and stars
but not each other.
The land I fly for
only knows inequality.
How can a country who claims such pride be so full of lies?
My ancestors were brought to this country on slave ships.
Despite the tremendous hardships we never did quit.
We built this country with our bare hands.
This world is full of trickery with mindsets that dance to such audio deceptionand brains that do not use much of its visual perception and if it did then your eyes would be open
I Never Needed You Like Do Right Now
I Never hated you like I do right now
YOU make me cry
YOU make me scream
YOU make me shout
; But
YOU gave me hope
Our Country
Tears of thee
Slave ships sailed for the tears of free
but the tears were'nt free
and policed killed thee
black skin burtually beaten
and afraid to leave
afraid to be free
Back in time
Back in time we go
Where they were unaware of what would come ahead
From the effects of their actions
Destruction, oppression, poison, secrets and lies
America the Great
Once divided, continued to push past the stake,
With hope, we will rise up and deliver
Our founding principles,
Liberty and freedom of sake.
America, the Great.
The man in the orange mask does not know my struggles.
He does not know my intentions.
Or my dreams.
But how could he?
For it is a nation that strived on the working class,
Hey, America, it’s really nice to meet you
let’s talk about the things that you agreed to
Not talking to the country, I’m talking to the man
who took her name
who we get to blame
Just like you agreed to.
I am a feminist and no I don’t hate men,
infect if you knew me in high school i did quite the opposite.
I am a feminist because even though I know the statistics about eating disorders,
This land of ours
So grand and beautiful
With trees, mountains, and flowers.
Never to be called dull.
Yet, it is not perfect.
There's violence, cruelty, and hate.
Let me ask, is it worth it?
This land of ours
So grand and beautiful
With trees, mountains, and flowers.
Never to be called dull.
Yet, it is not perfect.
There's violence, cruelty, and hate.
Let me ask, is it worth it?
This land of ours
So grand and beautiful
With trees, mountains, and flowers.
Never to be called dull.
Yet, it is not perfect.
There's violence, cruelty, and hate.
Let me ask, is it worth it?
America is the greatest country in the world.
As Americans on this we can agree.
But is this statement true really?
We can’t stand behind a president that was elected by us.
United we stand, or at least we did
until people who thought they owned our souls came in.
Now we're crumbling and falling to pieces.
The people who you thought cared laughed at all of us dead in our faces.
In America we are free
That's why the government should let us be
In an exchange for freedom, people had to die
So people may show their pride because it's surely nothing to hide
This country is united but not under God,
you're blind if you think this country isnt flawed.
We have troops dying left and right, people dont say a word,
People dont see the real picture, the real picture is blurred.
I'm told I'm not allowed to
Not allowed to wear that, to do this
But this is where it crosses the line
This is where we stand up and demand action.
"Girls can't wear suits, wear a dress instead"
America the beautiful
But is she really?
America the beautiful
Cries a weeping mother
Whose son is no more
Should I be afraid to walk outside because underneath my clothes is a black man inside? Who is the child underneath the white sheets being gun down while playing with his toy in the streets? A mother is crying, down on her knees, for her child'
We sit around, poundering how free are we?
Is it the mone we get when we grow old,
or the pleasureto decide where to call home?
To decide when to come and go,
to choose love and not be sold for a goat?
She is beauty
She is dreams
She holds misogyny
Hoping for a better life it seems
She talks to everyone
Discusses their ideas and desires
The only offspring with a say is the son
50 Shades of not just Grey By: Vivian Ngo
There’s only 6 colorson the spectrum.Red, Orange, Yellow,Green, Blue, and Purple.That’s how I was taught.
Marhbaan, Kazhar 'Akhbar
Breaking news
A Yemen Funeral Raid launched by Saudi Arabia airplanes kills 140 mourners
Open up your sleepy eyes
Darling
Wake up from your dream
This isn't paradise
Face reality as it seems
From cold summered north
To warm wintered south
An idea has traveled by word of mouth
A country great
A people diverse
And yet, at the same time averse
A melting pot
All as one
Some may worry,
Some may fret,
But in all reality,
America's about as good as it gets.
Freedom of speech,
Freedom of religion,
Freedom of assembly.
Right to bear arms,
One nation –
We are here.
We have been divided.
We have been shoved into places and boxes and labels that don’t belong to us.
Hate has broken what we have been told is so sacred about our land.
Oh beautiful for smoggy skies
And crowded moterways
Cheapest meat and greasy fries
And everyone hates the gays
Don't trust the nextdoor neighbors
Because they ain't as white
The American Dream they say?
Well I say the American Scheme.
Monopoly is no longer a game,
it is real life.
I try and I try but I don't have enough.
Let us go then, you and I,
While the trees hold up the sky
Like green cards propped up by meek brown hands,
Let us shove our bodies through figures half awake.
Eyes of whites watching me
People running for their lives
[from]
The ones who dance with pointy hats
I know you heard me when I asked you to stop using that word
I know you heard me when I asked why you speak so hatefully
I know you heard me when I told you to stop acting like it was all my fault
When I was a young boy
I didn't think about much at all
Just sat back and watched the world fly by
The world flew by
Now that I'm older
Jericho
Let them come. Let them march around
our home. But this time we are the ones inside, on the
verge of terror. Instead of love and
elation,
these trumpets sound with hate –
The sapling smiles at the stunning oak,
Self-evident is the truth,
20 years of labor in growth,
Ahead for the determined youth,
Withstanding weather and standing without withering,
The sapling smiles at the stunning oak,
Self-evident is the truth,
20 years of labor in growth,
Ahead for the determined youth,
Withstanding weather and standing without withering,
Watching.
Watching and waiting.
Waiting for change, waiting for equality, waiting for justice.
Waiting for the hatred to end,
Hating the waiting and the issues America is negating.
So instead of just waiting,
The curtains fall
Remaining: a stunned crowd
(that are all the same person)
One of them stands and claps and claps
Do we trust him
NO
Do we like him
NO
Is he safe controlling the country
NO
will he divide America more
YES
There is a saying I still believe
A house divide against its self
Lovely that we get to live here.
Grateful for the hard work of someone else, For Chance
Mamá always lied to herself
I used to think she lived
covered in a silk of illusion,
distancing herself from her thoughts–
measuring happiness with grains of rice.
Often I think there is no light at the end of this tunnel
I long for liberation blinded from the darkness
God petty my soul and have Marcy on my sin
This tunnel is to dark and I feel I will not win
No happiness inside
I was a shadow
Bound by rights and wrongs,
I was a shadow
I waited too long.
Shadows were meant to follow
Shadows were meant to stay,
Have you wondered why?
Entering the world like a butterfly, sweet, however smiling,
Oh, sweet nectar from trees, engulfed by bees ready to sting.
It was not always this way.
Bound now, but not forever
In this vessel I once called me
Betraying my soul whenever
Mocked by society
Liberation will come
Her touch is all I seek
With a kiss so powerful
Her lips will set me free
Little bird in the cage, why are you sad?
Your cage is safe, your cage is sturdy.
There isn't anything to worry.
Little bird in the cage, what are you doing?
There's no need to fuss, stay inside
It all started with a blur
Who am I and what do I want?
Nothing makes sense, that’s for sure
I can hear the shrieks of my ancestors
Loud and clear
Oh how they weep for us
"Will there ever be justice?" they cry
"Will we ever be free?"
This is not what they fought and died for
Aside a velvet street,
lollipop trees line up,
simply a glass barrier,
stiffly unaware of its vulnerability.
It hangs from the sky,
The tears that fall down my face every time I see a black brother or sister killed by police officers I swear I'll be drowning, every time I hear a life is indeed by violence I feel like dying, See why America doesn't want to see our Black brot
The Eagle's Talons
When I was but a boy
On that day in '41
I had never seen a bomb
Nor had I seen a gun.
Father paid for my freedom
And he'd never let it be
That I would ever witness
When you turn on the news, what's the first thing you see?
The Black man that got shot today or the White man on the murderous streak.
I feel so hurt, I feel so alone
I want to say something but, I was told
You will never get anywhere by arguing all time.
The world’s ender is a great pretender, Stocks are its trade when money’s to be made, Rewards spent on vices trigger a family crisis, Losses wasted in fear, you hope to disappear, Fluid yet stable, brings bread to the table, But is profit in paper
Independence Day, log 3: 7:25 AM CST, 2016
If I wrote a letter to Donald Trump
I would ask him:
how many men did you fire to
get this far?
And how many women; do you
Liberty is something we all want
Hope is something we can only do
No one can help you if they can’t help themselves
Nothing you say or do can change
There will come a day,
When praising the lord and wishing on a star will not suffice;
There will come a day;
When earth is nothing but a simple rock,
supporting choice
supporting freedom rights
(but are you ever
horrified?)
choosing girls
fifteen sixteen eighteen
who deserve their high school
college years
A lone girl holds her mother’s hand
“What are they doing? We have done nothing wrong.”
The next things her mother said
were sung in a lullaby song--
A child's terrified eyes sees the world for the violent drunk it is
One is not born immune to the immersive experience
Of domination, damnation,
Filthy bodies and even filthier minds.
one shot in the back
can end a mans life
my life was taken
by a man
named james earl ray
because he didn't
believe in my race
being treated the same
Fuck the school system
Every week another standardized test
Its disgusting
They just want my money
None of my teachers give a fuck about me
But they need to see me daily
Peek through the haze
I do not greet the day.
As many have said before me
And is likely that many will after say so as well,
I like my sleep.
And to hear my alarm clock ringing in all its shrillful singing glory,
Distance is hard
It leaves the heart scarred
Being without my dear
i look into the mirror
and realize you were more than a guy
I would do anything for him, even if it was to fly
No morning songs to greet my wearied ears,
No morning light to caress my sleep-pained eyes.
But this hope I’ve carried through the years
Will not fade beneath the shadowed skies.
Tonight was never meant to end in a murderous fiasco of hate and pain. I crouch by the bathroom sink in order to preserve what was left of my dignity and desperation. With each shriek of the gun I crouch lower, lower, lower until my tummy reaches
Marhbaan, Kazhar 'Akhbar
Breaking news
A Yemen Funeral Raid launched by Saudi Arabia airplanes kills 140 mourners
You embrace your brother to hide the sorrow
And hide the pain that will be there tomorrow.
From yesterday’s nightmare to the far future’s dream
Why is this a world where people are punished for themselves?
They say God hates gays,
They say God hates trannies,
They say God hates blacks,
They say God hates Asians,
They say God hates us,
What is the beauty in life you suppose? Maybe it's the way we never expect a suprise at every turn we make in our lives. Maybe its the way we expect every relationship that we get into, to last.
Poetry is the only way I can let the voice of my ancetors speak. They are no longer here with me.
For their story was iconically grand, but this is about me because I still mortally stand.
Beat beat beat the golden grain.for food builds upone your brain you will beat in zambia our land clean and cleaners with a silver fish just as the eaters put it on the dish future young africans thats you you will clean away the scales from view
When you ask to fly
and peole say no.
When you ask why
that you simply can't go
Do not argue
and do not follow
Just look to the sky
and fly till tomorrow.
Where the grasses aren't green,
I don’t understand why it matters.
Placing people in selective boxes,
Boxes labeled by what they look like,
As soon as his hand grasped hers,her heart felt complete.All her worries left as he spun her across the floor.When he pulled her close all her pain drifted away,leaving her in the comfort of his embrace.His love filled her in the moment...the mom
you sir are not a sir.
much like the wolf among the sheep, u hide in plain sight.
covered by falsety and ignorance. the world is weak, for this u shall win.
we are our own deciders, we hold our own fate in our hands. we have the power to write our future we have the strength to erase the past.
Fat, ugly, stupid, whoreThose words hurt, sureBut people don't know that that words have thousands of meaningsAnd can bring out different reactions and feelingssome worse thanothers 16 year old virgin Good grades good girlBut wow she's a boreBecau
A tower resides over many people.
A bunch of villagers rush to the ornate and shiny tower.
There is a plank that carries the long house and,
The plank is held by the mob of people.
The people just need to
Girls, by definition,
Are female children
And females, by design, they
Have a vagina
The power of poetry is incredible.
To pick up a tool and paper and decide,
I will change something,
with words...
is extremely powerful.
Humans have the ability to communicate,
Running upon thee labyrinth,Grazing claws screech in despair.Feeling cold stones to the touch,Wore out fingers seep along the wall.Melancholy lurks in thy heart,Doth be darkness, light buried by minds fog.
It was night when they came rushing inIt was night when I heard the soldiers shoutNight when I was dragged from my bedNight when I was stolen from my own house It was night when I had a gun to my backIt was night when they marched us to the trains
Where is what he fought and died for?
“Who?” I hear you asking.
Dedan Kimathi! The man we love to forget.
The man who turns in his unmarked grave every day,
The man screaming in his grave right now at our betrayal!
At age 8 I was forced to get irate over the fact of my race.Like I was supposed to be ashamed. My neighbors had four kids of typical family morals.
Some people look at me.
Look again, recognize my gender.
Please tell me that you know what I mean.
My existence means that the world is changing.
P-O-U-...
I spell out my town's name, so familiar on my lips.
The rose hips I keep forgetting to make tea with,
the pitch of pines and gossipping voices.
Wind behind your back, whispering when your head's turned.
Poetry means exercising our freedom of speech;
Through chosen words, we can evoke emotion;
This right our government cannot breach.
In turn we each
Can set an idea into motion;
People today do not differ a lot from people back then.
we have change our ways, but then we go back to it.
Most of us have thought poeple have change but we thought wrong.
Dear Police,Why don't you seeThat I'm not just a NiggaI'm an actual human being?Dear cop,Am I about to get stopped? I've got places to go. There's other people to knock.Dear 5-0,
Does skin lie?
Blue skin
Blue means loyal
A hero to the average
American
Worn with pride to show that
They are a presence meant
For peace and equality
Does their skin tell the truth?
The best part of my day is dawn.
I feel the least pain then; but then I hear footfalls,
“Clung clung clung” down the hallway.
My pain approaches; the commencement of terror.
I wonder how long we hold feud
To what is red and what is blue
Yet our eight legged branch can't walk
On a single file ant line to the booth
For the new insect order say to be behind the head
I remember slavery
It’s waxed into my mind
Made lyrical by the screams of my ancestors
Taught and passed down generation by generation
How can you sit there and say that
“All Lives Matters”
When, clearly, All Lives do not matter when you see the
Same Race
Same Gender
How can you sit there and say that
“All Lives Matters”
When, clearly, All Lives do not matter when you see the
Same Race
Same Gender
One is torn from the inside out as the death of life and the consequence of the original sin of \mankind manifests its estrogenic massacre;/
The red of the fruit \of the knowledge of good and evil pollutes /white linen so neatly;
.No Assurance.
Scatterbrained,
I think of the shame,
Continually tied to my name,
I take the burden of the blame.
I was leery once,
and you took my trust,
.No Assurance.
Scatterbrained,
I think of the shame,
Continually tied to my name,
I take the burden of the blame.
I was leery once,
The words are etched in stone
but I can rub them out
The walls are built to last
Past are the days of laziness.
Gone are the days of the weak.
Here come the days of happiness.
Here come the days of the meek.
What powers this change, you ask?
It is the will to improve.
You were a child
who didn't belong in one place or the other.
How could you respond to the taunts that still haunt your deep thoughts?
Between the father that hurt you
and the mother that gave you up
The subtlest pressure of the unnatural—
Supposedly.
Made civilized, so let to be limpidly unnatural
Igniting the most natural
Also
Controlled civilly so made to be uncleanly human
A word you hear almost everyday,
but are we really living it, breathing as we are supposed to?
Words can define you but you can also use them to bring out the best,
do you see her?
a girl trying to survive
this world carrying opinions of
her race and gender
on her back?
do you see him?
When I look around and hate is all I see
Calm beginnings spring forth from my memory
A time when I knew <not>
what hate has <brought>
to my <forethought>
Who are you? Are the girl who cuts hersefl
because she is not pretty enough?
Are you the guy who smokes with his "friends"
because it is a new school and you want to fit in?
Stop pretending you are so nice,
Hidden in the world like dirty mice.
Faking a sugary smile with a honey voice,
Taking a knife to your victims of choice.
You are weak because you can't keep quiet,
I don’t approve
Of their move
To be together
But we must be better
We have no right to condone
What some believe is sin
When you may have been
Sinning while you were alone
They call this the United States
But the State we're in is not United
Some cops are killing and not being indicted
How many more will it take?
You think we got nine lives?
What an interesting time to live in
Where what’s right is deemed wrong
Where freedom of decision is now disregarded and we are subjugated into having a forced position
You want the best for me?.....Cool
You want me to be successful?.....Cool
Is it for me or for you?
I'm not about to break the rules
Life is challenge
God gave me this tool
As you stare into the dark grey walls of a small cubical you now reside in
Do you think about them?
Do you mourn them?
Overuse, Overthink, Oversimplify
The degree to which we suffer is surely to the nth
Forced to lose humanity, when I can't pay my rent
Swear to god
Life is hard now. I never learned how to earn my rewards. Expectations caused discord. Love can be gentle & love can be blind, but the love that I've known was out of it's mind.
The tree clings to my skull,
Gradually shattering it.
The roots dig into my brain,
Forming a robust shell around it.
I am captured.
My thoughts stay in the invincible barrier,
Police…
Hope for quiet…
Someone calls in frightened…
Hoping the law will save the day…
Ten-four!
Mother…
Sends son for milk…
Halfway there silence breaks…
Black marker ink dries
While moist dark brown skin shimmers
Sweating the unjust
Police…
Hope for quiet…
Someone calls in frightened…
Hoping the law will save the day…
Ten-four!
Mother…
Sends son for milk…
Halfway there silence breaks…
There are many stories not told,
pasts that will unfold.
A loving, a sad, a true story,
of those who fought for thier glory.
Leave a map for tomorrow,
to find the treasure of the past.
The rain tapped the roof of the warehouse,
as if the dull skies were mourning my death.
Awaiting my perishing body to douse,
into dull darkness with a final breath.
We are told to speak up,
let our voices be heard.
They tell us this
in a loudness that overpower.
We are told to stand up
to speak for our rights.
But don't they hear us already?
Haunted by the past revisted in my dreams The time you were in my life, a clear picture emerges to my memory, Tryn to recollect Left with Your absence in my chest The sound of your voice escapes my thoughts Covering the tears in my eyes.
I'm not perfect but I'm real
They tell me how I should feel but what works for you drowns me
And what's right for you ain't right for me
So just let me do me and I'll let you do you
Society tried to trap me, trick me.
Laid out a treacherous trail. But I'm wiser,
I'm learning,
on my best days im a man of soul and on my worst, only human,
only growing every day
In this space they tell us is home
We
Are often made to feel like we need our straight-jackets
Urged not to squirm,
Not to scream,
With hushed voice
And warm mouth
We, the people, are bound to the star spangled banner
by invisible chains,
The red or the white under thumb of the blue,
Pardons allotted by popular opinion
Tube fed via T.V. IVs
Does it sleep in gutters slathered with banana peels, and newspaper, omitting the past?
Does it marinate and wait like steak soiled with seasoning in the fridge?
1893, they overthrew the queen.
Stole the kingdom,
and killed her dream.
A dream that her people were safe,
that they will not suffer.
That dream is no longer.
I created a poem about the life of Anne Frank (for my high school's play) that means so much to me. It (the video) is included within the 'Video' subsection of 'Media.' Thank you!
Rape...
You may not know it but the room has turned a little more serious, and yes, rape is to blame
This isn’t a speech for it is my feelings and I want you to feel them too
I grew up, expected to be an adult I went through rocks and stabs I know we all fought People watched as if I was a cast No one gave me a hand we all grew up we all went through the wet sand growing with all of my lumps and dumps No one can se
I can’t live without knowing one day I will die
Else how appreciate I all of Life’s splendor?
For there is, to no extent, is there a point to vie
If I know not the existence of my time’s offender.
Informed; I pack my deserted island duffle bag
Like Icarus and Sisyphus I set my feet to sand
Action cannot exist as past, and my time is at hand
Whether fall, fail or crumble I have nothing but my will
I do not seek power or glory. I seek freedom and justice for the victims. Those whose silence deafens our ears and harrows out our hearts. To turn around the heads of humanity and pull off the blindfold and earplugs out.
Black is beatiful
I am proud to say
But the white man keeps trying to tear our pride away
Black on Black crime must stop, Thats what makes us black people look dumb
Black is Beautiful must i say
My Identity
The one thing I can’t live without is
my identity.
It tells me who I am
and where I go.
Freedom to choose
Freedom to lose
It is a thing we all hold dear
It movs up in tiers
Not important in our adolescence but everything in our adulthood
But what if it could
Be stripped away?
I am me
You are you
There is a difference between us two
My eyes are brown
Your eyes are blue
I am me
And You are you
I love myself
I love you too
But I am me
Before my window I now stand.
I see the trees and grass and land,
That for so many of years have stood,
Attesting loudly to the good.
I see before me as I gaze,
The people free to go their ways,
To have joy, or not to have joy
that is the question.
to suffer the slings and arrows of trial and misery,
to declare war opon yourself for your how heart ach.
to die,
In these halls which have wept,
burdened with the weight of knowledge,
she sits tasked with anxiety. An affliction,
to succeed with dignity.
Oxygen
It’s all we need to breathe.
But being able to say the word “oxygen” is perhaps,
The truest form of novelty.
Oxygen is a light molecule with a light composition,
...
The inevitable pit of hunger has engulfed me again
Trying to ignore the fact is futile
and trying to build the ladder out is impossible,
as the leaders of the land keep watch of you
Everyone has a name.
Everyone has a story or background that they wish to share.
Everyone has a dream or future that they ache for.
Everyone has fears and habits they may never get over.
Why
Is everybody so angry
What makes their heart beat faster
And skin flush
Why do they want to hurt people
And set off bombs
And shoot at schools
And make refugees
Why are we not helping
I want more of God than I've been seeking.
I want more of the harvest than I've been reaping.
I want more of the kingdom than I've been seeing.
Living without my identity is like slipping through the drain on the side of the road.
Flowing away with the water
Nowhere to be seen.
As if I could be seen.
Quest for Prosperity Hello there citizens of Hinesville, GA and all of Liberty County, and citizens of the Earth.
I AM BLACK.
A COLOR, SO STRONG IT SENDS SOME CHILLS IN YOUR BACK.
LISTEN, SHOOT BECAUSE I AM BLACK BUT YOU CAN'T TAKE THAT SHOT BACK.
My Piece is all I need to keep the peace
without it I Wouldn't stand on my knees.
I have had it since I was nine,
got it from a cousin of mine.
Never knew it could Disrupt the population
As the days goes
My mind grows
Sharper than knives
Sweeter than the honey hives
My character shows
And the wise knows
Beautiful be my people
Yeah you know the ones with the wide nose
I don't need a big mansion
Nor a lot of money
I don't need fancy clothes
Nor a brand new car
I don't need fame
Nor the glory of it
All I need is love
Whether it's family
A soulmate
What i need All i need is the very thought that keeps me from losing my sanity
The thought that maintains my constant feel of vanity
The idea that in the long run, it'll be all worth while
My heart was on fire
Darkness engulved my sight
I can't see the sky
I was finding the Light
Praying for the Light
But where was it site
I can't see the sky
We wake up every day,
Repressed, Oppressed, and Depressed,
about the White Man’s Burden on our lives.
If I was stranded
If I was stranded I wouldn’t know what to do
I would probably look up into the clouds and wonder why the sky was blue
Don't forget the crash
Don't forget the burn
Every word spoken
The ones that hurt.
Don't forget the incredulous
The ones who don't believe.
Stay tough and prove to them
That YOU are strong
As I grow and learn and mature
in a world
where all number of things
(but especially people)
are sorted and labeled,
shoved into boxes like leftovers
into too-small containers,
It's so practical; it's so useful
I can order a meal
I can say I don't want pickles on my burger
It's so universal; it's so human
I can say hello
Hola
Oi
Salut
Konnichiwa
Out! Get Out!
get out get out and drive!
must leave, must think,
must breathe, must thrive,
The tires are spinning,
the anger is winning,
the tears are so blinding,
The freedom to form my own opinions
Is the single thing I hold most dear.
If that freedom became someone's acquisition,
My life would end, I fear.
They try to tell me how to think.
Do you believe?
In Fairies, in Santa?
"I need to see it to believe it."
Do you believe in a million dollars?
Then how do you know that exists?
Do you believe?
In Drugs, in Tattooing?
As you get older, you tend to see the truth in your town.
People you saw as heroes become the villains hiding in the gutters seeking revenge.
I learned that my town is broken.
I claim you all mine,
arrogant as Manifest Destiny.
—Sandra Cisneros, “You Bring Out the Mexican in Me”
Apostrophe,
Life
living
living life
what is this?
thats a cliché
is it untrue
a untruth is wisdom
wisdom is truth
How do we find this
to live
life
Is life the things we see
O America
How sweet you are....
How kind and gently you are
To represent freedom and equality
How just you are
O how much mercy
To only have built your self from slaves and hypocrisy
How just you are
A spark to ignite a great flame
The oxygen to a fire
Even stronger than all my fears
Hope...
All I need to light my path.
A girl
Meets a boy.
They talk after class.
They go to college together.
They live 20 minutes apart.
Most might say joy, love, hope, and sleep,
However, I prefer the beauty of silence,
With its daunting tones,
And comfort it brings when I weep,
The dramatic scene fostered by the cut of sirens.
I am trapped in a cage!A cage of my own skin wrapped around me.And it is inescapableLike metal prison bars around my soul.I've tried to cut my way through,Burn my way out,But nothing can change this hellish skin.Going through life,Going to school,
The holiday's done
Now, the only thing that I have
Is lots of schoolwork
I dream of a world.... Last night I had a dream. I dreamed of a world full of Peace. Where everyone could live in ease. Where the word hate was just part of a person's imagination. Where there is NO fighting, there is NO pain.
BHEKA mina i come from eldos ....so you know the story but not the struggle ......bheka my hood the pot of gold.. so you know the devil busy...
Religion is alcohol;
an addiction to judging.
So many people drink it’s poison and their minds get hazed.
They become close-minded;
obsessed.
Whips. They’re flames of hatred about his body; cutting deep into the flesh and making him bleed.
Buzz ring bell call
these days are invirable
like the unbearable whip against my back
the threshold of death
opening up to me
should I cry?
Should I call the watch?
Rape. The pain is worse than any lashing. Living each day remembering, flashing Back to the high school party, take A drink it’ll be fun said those snakes. She takes one, then, two then, three, She drank because it was fun to be free. But soon t
multi-colored lanterns dangling off the edge of a porch with no other decorations
paper stretched to its limit, stretched until it resembles a ball and wire forged from the earth keeps it in its shape
but not
There was a man who ventured off
to pillage and to rape
Gluttons had consumed their home
though
they left not to escape
Greeted on the shore by people he called lovely
Who am I? I AM an African American Male in the 21st Century
I am not a walking target
I am strong and I have power
I am growing and learning blossuming like a flower
I am what society despises of me
I.
I am.
I am ready.
Ready to make a change.
Never knowing where the next step leads, but taking it anyway.
I.
I am.
I am determined.
I've had about exactly enough of this
Of the big-wigs telling people that they don't deserve to live
Because they weren't born with money (Where's that silver spoon?)
I am a KIND man
I am a SMART man
I am a FUNNY man
I am a HANDSOME man
I am an AMBITIOUS man
I am a JEALOUS man
I am an INSECURE man
I am a DISLIKING man
I am an INCONSIDERATE man
Men are seen often strength and dogmaticism that know no bounds
All men, however, are not always the same as each other
Some remain calm, cool, and collected
Too many are blind to the materialistic evil the world has become too familiar with
Too many have lost their innocence too young
Too many cannot help but follow the path so destructively paved by false idols
I am not my father's child.
Sexism and hate does not run in my veins.
I did not grow up with an iron fist, a racist outlook on the world.
I grew up not knowing what gender
or sexual orientation was.
I am the voice of the unspoken.
Filled with pain and hope, looking for justice.
I am a piece of many broken.
Bleeding angry, We run out of substance.
Once Upon a time…
Oh no, this isn’t a fairy tale!
It’s the true life we live day in, day out
We are created pure and clean
With a knot bound by hard, warm hands and mighty rope.
It isn’t mythology
How I wish I could respond when an interviewer, casting director, or person in general asks if I could express alittle bit about myself. Consider this a proper introduction to who I am, to the best of my ability.
On your own you may not be stronge
But with others you may be
Everyone is different
No one is the same
Weak or not
You are you
You shouldn't be ashamed
For God made you, you
I am...
The worst moment in my life
The best in my strife
The most precious thing I can't measure
When I'm under pressure
... But this world is undoubtedly the greatest of all treasures
I am a girl,
But I am not defined by my sex,
Nor Am I defined by my race,
I am defined by my personality,
I am defined by the legacy i leave behind,
I refuse to be that scared little girl,
On a night in the summer,
I can remember
Large thumping boxes swapping waves of thrilling pulses to overtake the silence.
Joyous and primal,
I move through the drapes of large tents
What I want is just a dream
To others, that is not what it seems
I want better for myself
I want love for the nation
What I want is just a thought
All of which have faught,
For them to be released
I Am STRONG,
I Am CAPABLE,
I Am SMART,
I Am FUNNY,
I Am RELIABLE.
I Can DO WHAT IT TAKES,
I Can MAKE A CHOICE,
I Can BECOME A BETTER PERSON,
I Can MAKE A DIFFERENCE,
Each whisper is meaningfulAs loud as a trumpetTo one pair of earsOr softer than a falling raindropTo anotherA whisper can be heard by manyCan hold so much meaningSo much emotion
The choices I made were my own
The path I took was my choice
The things I did, the things I used
I am from a blood line of empowerment.
My people have traveled for miles,
and my history runs deep.
Tiny pieces of me are all you’ll get to see
because society claims “flawless” is what I’m supposed to be
so you’ll see my polished exterior
you can bet you’ll see my strengths
I am of my own breed
To be unique Is not a passion,
To be unique comes and never leaves,
To be unique is always with you,
To be unique moves with me, like the seas.
I am of my own breed
We have voiced our thoughts
Tearing away from religion
Many think you’re not worth it
The pain you may cause
The stress
The money
But what about your love
My math teacher tells us not to stuff paper in our textbooks because it would
Break the binding
But I would do it anyway hoping
A lot of people do stuff on purpose, but without a purpose. So what's your purpose?
I've tried so hard to silence the silenceI've waited so long and haven't seem much but little ripples in the darknessI'm not satisfiedI'm not OK with what I've been taught to think is real.
I know a girl who was raped
RIpped from her concious state
She was drugged.
She was above the age of concent
But still underage by the law.
He was an adult.
Guess that goes to show,
I alway went by you never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have
that's why I tell people
Be strong like there's an ending to pain
Love life like you're living to gain
Once bound by chains,
ripping away our black flesh ,
tears we cry and we prayed to be free someday;
Her eyes wait upon the sky.
Firmament of cloudy bliss where all heavens’ creations lift their faces.
Hands upraised, in supplication or praise,
Eyes turned in or out, into heart or mind, against practice and time,
WE
We are known for being ignorant, and dirty,
Known for being weak, and unworthy
Known for being corrupted and inconsiderate.
and we know
People will believe things that they choose to believe
Most don't see the reality behind what their eyes show them
Then again, we can't change the way they are
When in fact, this is how we believe what people really do
Was it my face
or
the color of my skin
was it my size
or
was it my stride
that made you apprehend
me with the excuse
that I was a threat
When nobody checked
To deal with HATE
Of Race
Of Religion
Of Sexual Orientation
How a person speaks
Are we not children
Of our planet?
~ Ricardo
When we are young,
We learn to form our own ideas.
Ideas that fill our minds
Like stars fill the night sky
And emotions fill the hearts of lovers.
There is so much controversy over the slogan "All Lives Matter", and I can not seem to get my mind wrapped around the idea why. Yes, black lives do matter. I, as a black woman agree with this statement. There is nothing false about this at all.
Am I selfish?
To want to leave this world.
My body cold and lifeless.
Am I weak?
To want to end it all
ignoring the people who care for me.
The don't understand my struggles
my pain
Running down the hill
Pushing through the clouds
Upon the strength of my own will,
I'm on the pursuit of Happiness
Sippin coco, the Belgian kind
Stars shining upon, a summer night
Truth Be Told
Love is a journey
where one wanders
But he or she does not wander alone.
This life is worth living
Truth Be Told
and YOU, yes you! will live it.
You will make mistakes,
Freedom shall not be infringed.
If freedom is infringed, it will cause us to cringe.
Unfortunately our freedoms are diminishing right before our eyes.
All the President does is spy.
We are at a point in history where we aren't afraid to be free
No more asking "is it okay to be me?"
Women now have the right to voice their opinion in what they say
Even though we are still working on equal pay.
We are at a point in history where we aren't afraid to be free
No more asking "is it okay to be me?"
Women now have the right to voice their opinion in what they say
Even though we are still working on equal pay.
My thoughts are not limited to my own mind.
They are exponential
exceeding the parameters of a tangent.
But I want them to be organised
which is why I focus on brain management.
My own mind wants to unwind
If today I wrote my life’s story, would it be throw out for plagiarism?
If my opinion is someone else’s why do I accept their work’s criticisms?
Self demarcation
Is self deprivation
After all it takes a dream
To build up a nation
Hesitation and contemplation
It’s great to analyze
but why are you waiting
Maya Angelou gave hope In the stories she wrote. She never failed, gave up when she had little to no luck. She set a goal for young women just like myself, left books and poetry which Is big enough wealth.
1st Degree Assault is what they gave Jeffery Williams.
Freedom is what they gave Darren Wilson.
Both guys shot shot's...
Both men hit their targets.
One man shot and killed....
One Way
“There is only one way to go.”
My mother would tell me
“There is only one way to go.”
I THOUGHT
Horrifying were your words which you vividly dedicated to me,
Blamed you to be ludicrous psycho, a person so hardworking like a bee,
always ending up judging you by your looks and declared you my wee.
I have a lot of hatred in me
I have a lot of anger built up inside from all of the times I've been
Lied to
Hurt
Cheated on by those I hold dearly
where am I?
looking in every directions
looking for another way
looking for help
I'm all alone
where am I?
screaming so loud
punching every wall
Sitting in a house
With ten other girls
Drama is around
Causing tornado whirls
Depression and anxiety
And a lack of health
Unknown diagnosis
No hope, no wealth
He was just a normal person
He was walking down t;he street
He was just a normal person
Till he got shot by the police
He was just a normal person
Till it all broke loose
Now he's layin on the street
"Liberty and Justice for All",
or so they say.
These words seldom ring truthfully
Every time
I try to love my nation
Another black teenager shot dead in the street,
Say no, say no, say yes, say yes.
No- to abuse. It's not necessary, not right.
Twenty-eight percent are in an intimate relationship!
Ninety-eight percent of offenders- aren't punished!
what does it mean to be complete?
is life a school to teach us classes that complete, whether we learn or not?
is it a stairway that we advance to the next step the same way everyone else does?
All of the childhood lies
You've even sent in your spies
You've tried to ruin my life
It worked out for my good
From birth you told me that you love me
Growing up you told me that you cared
Trust can be a difficult thing
Starting with when you not knowing what womb your life would be pushing
Not knowing you would be called stupid
Born into a world who thought the right things you did were foolish
Curtains are drawn at night,
To shield our fragile minds
From obscurities
Mute outside.
Half are opaque,
Half are translucent.
Variety feeds the filters
Walk down through the Desolate chilling night, filled with the Ghosts of the dead living street and ethereal embers of luminescence, The stench of filth and salt and water plaguing the nostrils.
This mold you built
Is not what you expected.
This mold you took
18 years to fill
Is not what you like.
This mold you loved
Helped to fill itself.
This mold you raised
The Corporate Noose.
Yes, the Corporate Noose!
The ensemble of tightly stitched fabric which hangs from the front of the neck then hangs loose.
Most commonly worn in the workplace and one by every race.
I've once relied on someone,
for love, security, and fun.
I've learned you're the only person who cares for you most,
only you can keep yourself so close.
I can get through so much misery,
You know something is not quite right
when you find yourself battling to stay awake
cause of that man you hear moving behind the wall
the one you called "Papa"
the one you thought cared for your feelings -- no
Walking within the microcosm of Wall Street,
One will find an extraordinary feat,
That of money keeping people going,
As if they used it for their own two feet.
And yet we have those who think the economy,
I'm determined
you can't deter me
I won't stop going like I'm fuckin furby
these irrelavent motherfuckers they can't hurt me
I have a hell of a dream
I gotta prove that I'm worthy
You could do everything right,
Make time for him, make him a priority,
Focus on no one but him, blind yourself to the world that exists, surrounding him.
You could make him your world, even give him all you have to offer.
The Art of Enamorarse (Falling in Love)
By Erik A. Shepherd
To fall
One must love
One must fall to love and fail to love again
Because until you find that one person
Be yourself to the beyond the fullest
Who cares what people about you
Take pride of the person that you
PENDING
They saw me coming they arose
I was burning high like mama rose
Ignore their calls,
walk their halls.
Fight the fight;
it ends tonight.
Resist the urge,
avoid the purge.
Scream out loud
we need a crowd.
The world is wrong,
Can you imagine this world that wakes up right before our eyes
The trees shake, the sun shines, and the grass never dies
I want to be happy, but happiness is fickle,
Because we're only promised pursuit
Not joy on a platter:
I am a college student that is fed up with inclusion,
The students who are riding on my coattails and their constant intrusitons.
Hard work and good grades should count for something,
There's nothing more hopeless than man, ignorant to their own ignorance
Ardent in body, yet weak in mind
feeble in grounds, yet large in self-worth
whom with misguided morals, though brave in judgement
We're held back and
stopped by the reds but go
forth when we're beckoned
by the green.What have we become?
Where caution tape decides
where we can and cannot
I woke up in this body
Without any glamour whatsoever
Loving myself forever
Without idolized beauty
Sounding a little bit loopy
I woke up in this pattern
Without a round tootie
It's hard for me to say
That some people can't accept diversity
Even in the world today.
People can't marry who they love
Simply because they're gay.
Get up in the morning
Straighten your hair
Put on lipstick
You can’t shop there
Your “suggestions” are the foundation of insecurity
My mind corrupted by the way you think of me
A little more left.
Shift the angle, the lighting, the camera lens.
Fix your hair as a strand bends
on
the
“I want a kid who’s fast!”
“My boy will have blue eyes.”
“My daughter’s hair-curly;
None will recognize.”
Go to a lab one day-
on the spectrum of dreams
only one is heard
as usual
in everyday life
only one is valued
no surprise
"let us make a change"
we repeat as
nothing changes
The verse flows freely within my mind
But becomes paralyzed when set on paper
Choked up and disorientated
I cannot say what I feel, or feel what I say
All I know is I'm TIRED
Such a sweet taste this,the taste of freedom,
Its been along time coming but it has finally come to pass finally we lift the curse the curse of you and me the curse for just us curse for Simmone,George,Gregorry and even Issacs,
If people only realized this is as loud as I can be
I won't bray like a donkey just so you can hear me.
Just because I'm not boisterous and annoying
Dosen't mean I'm also always boring.
Twisted lies and teary eyes
These news titles on the rise
Wrong perspectives, strong objectives
Activists are the real detectives
Police brutality? Our reality?
Families surviving on calamity
All I ask is to be respected, I will not be neglected, you're surprise of an uprise of people acting reckless, years of peace and protest why we still feel helpless, the leaders who promoted peace, became decease, now what does that sa
I was a in Cub Scouts before I was in Girl Scouts
My dad was the troop leader
He treated me just like every other boy
We learned about astronomy and constellations
We made paper mache volcanos
Love everybody for who they are
Not for what society expects them to be
Whether they are boys wishing to wear dresses
In memory of Leelah Alcorn
A poem by: Destiny Diaz (ddiaz80)
©All rights reserved
***
Forced to wear a mask,
As I epitomize a façade,
That many will believe,
Everything just seems really fragile
The sophistication of a thought virus
That erupted in my soul
Atop a hillside,
I turn my eyes,
And watch the sun rise
In the east.
I close my eyes,
And I visualize,
How far we have come
From the east.
I want to go to sleep
But never wake up
With words so deep
My life I reap.
Lying in bed
WIth the sheets grasping my head
My face turning red
Hoping I'd end up dead.
If I do not relate to you
Then how could you relate to me?
I am just keeping it real
Getting involved with me
You must want these problems fulfill
Boy your swag is tacky
Let us strike
As the maroon suns rising
Transcending its grace to the crops
Leaving our lands fulfilled with fruition
Be determined as a sincere studious student
Wishing to learn the profundity of life
I can't understand why people say they will never be *happy*. *Happiness* isn't an effect of circumstance. Its a choice, a decision. EVERYONE, no matter how
you are the dream unseen. you are the words unspoken. you are the words never written. you are the lights that shine in the darkness. your mysterious. you unweave under the pressure but crack during the fall.
Our world is consumed by a monster
Its name is greed
Greed takes a form in all of us
Morals are the prey of this terrible monster
Greed smiles at impoverished and mocks them with false promises of welfare
I Wish
I wake up and dress my face up in camoflague to protect me
My true values bottled up from my adversaries
Skeptical whether not to expand my horizons
Slave of inhumanity, product of my own insanity
The man I am is not because of who I was but who I want to be
I stand for what is unbearable, I breathe and am unbreakable
I am usually socially awkward,
the mask makes me look handsomely forward.
I love to draw with my friend,
the mask makes my friendships end.
My words will the doves fly,
the mask make you question me: why?
Racism, descrimination, hateThey all have different namesBut they all mean the same damn thing"You are not like me"I see a different colorA different creedA different loverHowever
The world likes to find flaws in people,
They want to tell you who they prefer you to be,
but i am not apart of this world
PEACE
I will die in peace
Before I die in vain
I will read the instructions
Before playing the game
I broke up with complacent
then engaged with change
Why do we judge each other the way we do?
We're all the same, me and you. The stereotypes are never true.
You are just stupid if you think you can read my mind.
I'm an evil rebel with a third eye wide.
You thought I was blind!!!
well, I can put words in your mind
and make you forget your pride.
Justice for all?
Damn near justice for none!
People die everyday,
Because the world can't control their guns
Innocent people die in vain.
If the police do a crime,
Is it ok?
They tell me who I am,
What I should be like,
What I will do.
They don’t understand.
Why say how I got this flawless?
Everyones perfect
God did not create you jawless.
So speak up erect,
With dignity and pride.
Tell EVERYONE who'll hear
No matter who you are, thin or wide
Hiding behind the shadows
Singing behind the meadows,
Diving in the shallow water.
I am who I am.
I'm Palestinian
I'm American.
I'm Muslim.
Identity shattered,
Rebellion.
The sweet word
with a combination of freedom
recklessness and disorder.
Love it,
Break it,
Tear it if you will--
I'll scream its meaning loud!
what do you see when you look at the older generation?
do you see someone who is weak and fragile?
or do you just see an old bag of bones that drives to slow?
well ill tell you what i see
Some will walk the earth without a thread on their back
They are destined to walk their own path
Others are covered; head to toe
Drowning in their own personal woe
Cowering behind their garbed facade
Is being pretty what flawless is?
Is being successful what flawless is?
what is flawless?
flawless is mearly a pigment of our imagination
Is being pretty what flawless is?
Is being successful what flawless is?
what is flawless?
flawless is mearly a pigment of our imagination
I know that you can’t hear me,
and that there is no way,
But if I could speak to you,
This is what I’d say.
"You're weird!"- Who's weird? What's weird? The word weird is weird. How can we determine what a person is? Different seems bad now at days. Why? "You're weird!"- Who's weird?
Freedom is a word
that makes you think
of the past,
where freedom was trying to be a word,
that everybody needed,
that everybody wanted,
but did we get it?
NO!
Protect and Serve
These are the words
Of the men who swore
To potect us
Not Kill and enslave
And dreadfully maim
The people around us
To keep the peace
No, that wasn’t a euphemism for
Anything, you have a dirty mind.
I keep reminding you to buy milk but
All you do is write in my books,
My first editions of going nowhere,
A time of trouble,
a time of doubt,
none is hopeful,
I fear the crowds.
Alone I was,
until I saw,
not everyone is the same,
there is hope for all.
Follow me into the depths if you can withstand the shark,
This world placed spite in my heart,
I’m bothered by light,
So I’m comfortable in the dark,
Individualistic by character,
walk miles
Never look back
walk miles
Can't afford that
walk miles
Debt holds me back
walk miles
Sell your soul
walk miles
Before I'm old
walk miles
Education
Daddy I don’t wanna be a doctor
I wanna be a teacher
Mommy I don’t wanna be a Nurse
I wanna be a clerk
Daddy I don’t wanna be a math genius
I wanna be a scientist
Mommy I don’t wanna be a record keeper
Pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain
She longs to tug on the fabric, to pull it miles away
She hides so that her mold matches that of society
So that she won’t be seen for her flaws and mistakes
It screeched in my ears,
Echoing across the earth.
The everlasting sky bent to hear,
the Presents of Death and Birth.
My mother's hands comforting,
My father's coarse yet warm.
Slavery is a misunderstood evolution
There are no longer black slaves
there are the poor
There are no longer White Slave Masters
there are the rich
Slave plantations have been turned to Prisons
I have no armor against the fork-tongued and heart-piercing.
I’m not covered in a blanket of deceit best suited for comfort.
My face is not painted a pretty picture for the ease of outsiders.
People sit in the corner hidden from their own grave,
Shadows protect them from abuse and decay
When you reach from the shadows and into the dawn
Be weary of the dark for dusk will soon come
Everybody has always had that one dream.
Mine was to be a pianist....
Ever since I was 4 I played the piano non-stop. I was always discouraged. Told to focus on my studies... That's where the money is.
Biting the bullet and yearning for peace my only sanity escapes me.
Death is near, I've lost all fear... the bells continue to ring.
Was I birthed? or was I just dropped from the heavens,
Everytime I ask my mother, she say's I was a blessing,
Then I wondered a simple question,
Why have I never lived with my father, am I getting taught a lesson?
Blank faces.
Hands over hearts.
We all know the drill.
I can't find myself able to say the words.
How can I pledge allegiance
to a nation
where liberty and justice
isn't for all?
Fear is only a trick of the mind, a placeholder for that which we are uncertain of. For we all fear death, but only because it is assured.
The simple things in life are the most beautiful also the most overlooked
The irony behind simplicity is that it isn’t easy to understand
Go figure
Behind the curtain I question who I am as it doesn't get much more temporal than that.
Dear Straight People
Dear bigots, and homophobes, and haters
Dear close-minded republicans
Listen up
Listen to the sound of my voice As I speak
As I scream at the top of my lungs
The colors
"Patience", she said,
As she whispered in my ear.
All being's trials start here.
She drew me a map
And left me alone.
"If you want,
come follow me here."
With tears in my eyes,
To cut your own hair is the safest way to live dangerously
I want to dye it - pink, purple, blue
but change is like going into the forbidden forest or walking into mordor
We live in a world where life is an object
where you are no more than a number
where no one really knows who you are
We live in a world where people aren't people
where people live through their computers
One voice
speaking out to the world
I speak for the youth that are constantly being silenced
Freedom to speak
confused as violence
my words, can be used as a form of protest
I cry a little more now that I know
That they cannot understand—that they do not understand death
Or the beauty of holding a beautiful knife in one’s hand—
i am sorry
i am sorry that my early ancestors used yours to plow the fields
i am sorry that when you see my uncle, a cop, you have to hide your face
I'm not just scared for me, I'm scared for my brother and my nephews. I'm scared that this world we live in will never give them the chance to reach their potential because they are black men in America.
I really don't understand
The men in the mos green suits are supposd to be our saviors from crime
The only ones that are saved are the white ones with a couple of dimes
Pushed, beaten, stung,
No one gave a damn.
Shaven off with love unstrung
and poison eats us, man.
Who's to say I didn't try
Yeah you best believe.
and Those nights I cried
We wear the mask that grins and lies
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes
But one good day we will grow tired
Of hiding our cheeks & shading our lies
Still challenged to undermine
The challenges between you and I
See the anger between the truth and lies
For everything is seen between the lines
So tell me now
What do you fear?
A lust for Blood, a lust for love.
A need for peace; for all wars to end.
The human blood, of such sweet scent.
Why, oh why must the scent linger in the air?
I am afraid.
I am afraid of everything.
I'm not afraid of spiders, snakes, or tigers.
Can you hear me?
Or is the noise from the chaos to loud.
its crazy...cause moments and senseless
motions are suddenly blocking my
mental process...
I thought we were living in the year of 2014,
not 1963
I see the pain, I see the power the cruel gain.
I stand aside, I turn and hide.
When will I stop being so afriad?
We are the children nobody wants. People view as monsters, because we are different than you. But look inside us! We all bleed the same colored blood. But, it does not matter to the people, our outer appearances is all that matters to them.
Why don’t you act?
Why don’t you stand up and scream?
Why don’t you fight the indignities surrounding you?
I know you want to.
There is nothing like being thirsty.
If you haven't been, I couldn't tell you.
First you salivate
You start to fantasize about cold springs,
surrounded by bees and little flowers.
Now as the darkness surrounds me, I feel as I have never felt before.
You look at me like I'm stupid, but you have no idea what I go through.
I block your face out of my mind but you won't go away.
We all find God in the strangest of places:
in the dark,
in the day,
and in empty spaces,
But we're all looking out while He's looking in
in our heads,
in our hearts,
and in our very skin.
One lifetime;
That is all I have.
One lifetime;
That may end at any moment.
One lifetime;
is all I have to make it count.
So who are you to tell me how to live;
to tell me who I am.;
As I write, I enter a stage
A stroke of the pen, equals the dialogue of a piece
The diction of verses, compares to the dialect of speech
And as I write my story, and I convey my words
I remember flicking my bedroom light off and dashing to my bed for cover.
You see, there was this monster under my bed, but he could only get me in the dark.
And the means of safety was laying in my bed.
Layers peeled away
Stripped down to my very core
Weakness has left me
You read those lines and you wonder
His skin color does not mean
to violence he is keen
Skin color can't tell what lies
within a person, be it cruel or kind
Through all that I have been through I've started to question my belief in God.
My faith has declined more and more each day.
Writing poetry is a way to stay alive
After bein murdered day in and day out
Working, loving, and fighting are all just ways we die each day
Poetry is like a tourniqite to stop bleeding
I sit in the wilderness chair
It’s littered with leaves
One compressing the other
The brown soon covers the stark
Once emerald green ground
Now trotted with hoof imprints
what the f
you're laughing at rape?
mimicking those picture
of a little child that was raped?
shame on you
shame on you all
this is not funny
it's a serious issue
many are raped
little toad what do you see?i see love hate and apathy;i see cristians jews and athiestsi see fools of sorts who go off to war.but dont know what they are fighting for.
The Revolution Will not be Televised.
Hope will not be energized
Orange is the color of reception
Adseg, lockdown, the pound
Deprived of light
Cant hear them yell
No way to control em
Cell extractors look like hockey
Players
6’5” monsters
I hear a cry.
A cry that does not belong to just one but to millions.
They are silent screamers that have no names, no faces, no identities.
Against their will they were sentenced to an eternity of cold silence.
The criminal justice system,
is focused on a mission.
To incarcerate those in need of help,
We live in a world
Where old things are valuable
We collect them
Display them
Handle them with care
Several years ago my mother told me a story about how my brother and I were born. My Mother was a teacher who came from North Carolina and my Father was a Pharmacist who came from Ghana to get an education in the U.S.
I remember when I was in third grade
I saw a girl wearing a shirt
Sparkly and pink with bubbles
The words "Daddy's girl it said".
I wondered what possible those words could mean
Why I was young and dint know
Speak
My life was like a loaded gun
Waiting for someone to use me
Waiting to be pointed in any direction
My reflection was silver bullet clean
My look was mean mugging me
Can I live without the fear of rejection, without a need of redemption, my voice will be heard, my words will provide protection!
once told by an elder, "your mouth is your biggest weapon. Use it wisely is my suggestion."
Society screams a moaning cry
Emotional individuals die
Shootings, murders, texting, driving, death
sooner, later, nothing will be left
innocent children breathe their final breath
I was born in the land of the free
where the land lord put a brother let you land in the streets
It's a lonesome life,but with a flame that entices the soul
To attract others and fight the good fight,
in our hearts, you know you're right.
But what happens when someone takes the keys,
You tell them the truth , your secrets. You let them fall right through. Misjudged them as somebody you can trust , then they turn on you , fake people, we donated our lives our pride and secrets.
The romance and the bliss
the honeymoon phase, that special kiss.
I want so badly to be held tight,
to be smothered in your love and to sleep with at night.
Is my hair ugly?
Do I talk too much?
I am unknow to many beacuse I didn't have a chance to live. The woman who was meant to care and love for me toke my chance of living away. The reason I ask today is why she toke my life away .
What was once an innocent, is no longer
What was once the bullied, is the bully
What was once the punching bag, is the puncher
What was once the puncher, is the sympathetic
Mom and dad
I like boys
and sometimes I like girls
Mom and dad
I don't believe in a god
I believe in many gods
Mom and dad
I want to go to college
I want to get away from here
Our great empire, ancient Rome
What work is there to do?
Bread and Circuses then back home
Julius Caesar, we love you
You live in a land full of freedom,
But you can’t even stand up to sing the national anthem?
Free will to do and say whatever you please,
Meanwhile a soldier just got a double amputation above his knees.
Hey, guess what?
Yeah, I have something to tell you, hypocrite.
I'm a human being!
Oh my goodness, did you seriously forget?
Oh no, darling, this is no illusion nor a trick.
I am a human.
Dear The Youth of Today,
It's time for a wake-up call,
It's time for a change.
We live in a world where it's okay to bottle ourselves up and put on a disguise
She stands on the corner, barely 18
Hasn't showered in days but waits
Waits for a man who needs an illegal touch
The body of an adolescent becomes tainted
She looks for independence on an incredibly tight leash
The cucoon of skin, reminding me daily of what I'm not.
Society tell me, spitting slurs into my face,
That I will never be a man.
My voice trembles.
I strain every cord in my body to pass,
Golden like a retriever he use to be an old yeller
until the eighth of September when they had to put the kid
To the ones who have no voice, crushed under the heel of another.
I am always hungry, never satified. Somehow, a bowl of rice doesn't fill the void inside.
We were made to believe
That the wind blows through the tree
And everyone including me
Has a perfect story
THAT is only imaginary in this sad community
With more doubt than benefits of opportunity
We were here before you
We are the real "Americans"
You spread your diseases and took our land
The moment that our body's met,
Was the day that all the consecutive numbers, all the slahes on my calnder had finally reached zero.
When your love stretchs 1,968 miles, you don't get to see each other too often.
Looking for a time to click
searching for a place to be
adding to my mind a tick
hoping someday they will see.
Being someone doing something
praying alone at night
there is always one thing
My reason for writing is not just because I can, but rather it's who I am
Poetry is more than just an art of flowing words together melodically
But it is my therapy
You march,
You speak.
You enter in your piece or pieces.
You demand respect but ignore mine.
I march,
I speak.
I'm a bigot.
I'm ignorant.
You want all of your rights,
Everything that is truly powerful is free.
Love, Imagination, Creativity, Religion, Free Will, Hope, Faith.
Faith does not entail religion faith entails believeing in that you do not see.
I have a power that is only designated to me.
A power that keeps my held high
and keeps my feet down low.
I have a power that has never betrayed me.
A power that dances with devils
IT’S A girlThe three deadliest words in the world.So many keep disappearing just because of the flip of the coin.
Sentenced to death for binging death upon another?
Killing murderers to prove to other murderers
Because it is the wrong thing to do?
YET .. killing is "wrong"
HA!
An eye for an eye, thats what we say
The smoke creeps perfect ‘neath and ‘round each hearse,
as liquid darkness consumes the light over all the Earth.
Bodies lay everywhere dead lifeless to noise and sound, to
What really gets under my skin
Is that my "so called" mortal sin
Determined not by God but people
Causes such a great upheaval.
As the world watches starvation
“Everything that needs to be done
Is the responsibility of everyone capable of doing it,”
I say.
I start my day
Reminding myself that the only way to live
Is to give everything I have
Everything I can
They all walked in the rain that day
waiting for their time
the time when they would find a way
desegregate- be free.
She marched for the right to chose
their leader for the time
Debt piling, buy a car, join the academy
Be identical to everyone else
Fit in with society's requirements
Or
Find your path, make your dream
Do what makes you happy
Discover you
There is a discrepancy
Within these juvenile souls.
It is strange; shifting tirelessly,
As dark as sunburnt coals.
There is a huge amount of expectancy.
We give Them the controls
Imagine a world where the unintelligent have a chance to thrive
Where every race and gender compete equaly
Where a nation is run by people
where all families live under the same roof
If i had the power to field the seeds of time
Or redress the traditions we robed with crass
I'd awaken a nation whose dream died in its lie
To fly homebound and change the stars
I down another bottle
To wash the pain away.
For a brief moment,
I feel a bit okay.
Just listen
And listen to me good.
Hang on to every word I’m about to say.
Because I really mean it.
Don’t take it as a joke
But really understand what I feel.
In the dark blue skies
I see hope of gold
singing blues like I'm being told
my heart speeds all high.
I stand in my mirror
Life is beautiful just look around
Don't you see all of the lovely creatures
They're having fun just crawling around
When there’s a new year,
there’s always new problems,
and we
take two steps forward just to get knocked five steps down
until we’re so low to the ground
that all we can do is crawl before we walk.
Life is hard, rough and pain
When you by yourself; it will not be the same
Time flies and goes
Stars up high but nobody will knows
If you are in a bad situation
I wonder; what's your reaction relation
I am karma in human form.
I aid the weak and punish the wicked.
I am a protector, fighter and punisher.
Under my gaze, all are equal and all get what they deserve.
I am justice.
A justice.
What is society
To you and me?
No,
What is society?
You and me.
Socius, societas, society.
Comrade, friend, ally.
How far we have come.
I don't stand.
No.
I don't stand stand for that.
The "Pledge of Alegience."
No, I don't.
Now, before you go on
about how I am just "ignorant"
I want to state some of the words we all know:
12:00 , March 19, 2014
Today is my birthday.
And even though the feeling of one more year was liberating, I couldn’t help but notice
Through my eyes I see,
The angel within me,
The blood of virtue in his veins,
As he casts his divinity.
Through my eyes I see,
The devilish rebel of sin,
As his relentlessness rises,
That runway that I walk down? I own it,
With my lab coat and my ibuprofen
Because I walk for a living I must have a whit of wit?
I’m making explosions in the lab while I suffer from an implosion,
REBEL, REBEL, REBEL!
How this word can represent so many things
How this may be interpreted the wrong way,
Things such as evil and savagery,
With each passing moon, I'm reminded of something
I'm scared
No, not of anyone, not anything, but time
Time dictates how easy it is to live and be happy here
The chances are slim
Dreams are dim
What gets me in trouble for going it.
What people died for me to do but, what I can't do because I'm a so called "child?
Not knowing this "child" can make or break the future of this world with just my thoughts.
You ask me now what makes me tick.
Now I shall tell you, brick by brick.
The look you see
When you gaze into the eyes
Of a mother who can't feed her children.
Or the childrens plea
If I had a penny for every time I was denied
In this life long struggle, I’d feel more alive
No longer would I sit, think, and cry
Wondering how long I have left to survive.
Speak my mind, let all thoughts free.
Is freedom of speech a reality?
Or will the words be stopped, will they all go unheard?
Will I be forced to keep shut before they judge every word?
I’m afraid.
So quickly you’ve forgotten his past
And now raised upon a pedestal
You worship him.
No longer do you condemn him
As he has risen to your expectations;
But, not so long ago he was condemnable
A future filled with teeth, with the kind of gum that can't be chewed, blown, or popped.Dentistry. This is what I had dreamt of, hoped for, and worked towards.
I have heard it many times in my life.
Get and education so you can get a good job and make lots of money.
However that’s not my aspect on life.
What people should be seeking out to do is helping others.
A young women traveling round about
Some called her lost, some a free spirit
She never danced to the beat of another’s drum
Many trials and failures, successes and triumphs
Facing it all with weightless defiance
I could have done this. I should not have done that.
Life is never a success. It is along the lines of
Try. Fail. Repeat.
Life is supposed to be an amazing experience. But it is more like
Try. Fail. Repeat.
When I was nine I was asked
What would you change in the world if you could?
And I remember thinking about it long and hard
Before replying, “I’d like to end world hunger”
Naïve in my thinking,
Rape
Beat
Kill
Four letter words that happen in
Jail
Packed in like sardines in a can
While trying to fix what is wrong with society
Trapped in cages like battered animals
We boast about
iam not bigand iam slow to speechi spend my nights aloneforging plans for better daysbecause i am a wallflower.wallflowers are unassumingagents of change.
Every day I wake up sound
In bed, then rise, then walk around
Then grab my coffee, usually
Is anyone entranced with me?
Ordinary lives allowed
To stand among a blended crowd
You see a world that
Cannot change
A place where everything
Stays the same
Judgments fill the air
Everyday I hear the media "generation's changing"
laws get passed, DOMA's trashed,equalizing marriage
But I still see the disparage; like there's no one here caring
Shadowed by the demise gotta push myself to thrive
You hear it all the time
The cliched, "There are only two types of people in the world..."
But the world is more than just black and white
Why must they hurt for the sin of our crime?
For the hate that we chime?
We hear but do not listen,
We look but do not see.
Distracted towards the right of humanity,
But blinded by the greed of sanity.
God's greatest gift of birth in disrespect.
A child's life, but now wil never be.
The fate of baby, could have been with me
or you. Not through love you chose to reject.
Am I considered lucky,
to live in this land where I am considered free,
or am I considered a prisoner,
behind bars that are simply a reflection of ME.
What would I change...?
A whole hell of alot if you ask me....
Why is the melanine in one's skin persecuted?
Why are people hate for their sexuality?
Why are people considered aliens...?
Imagine a world of no conflictNo anger, no murder, no war
A world of respect
Where the color of your skin doesn’t matterWhere which side of the tracks you grew upon makes no change
A Life Never Lived
I hear them quarrel
About my life
So cold and immorel
Words like a knife
The truth is ungloved
Sold as a slave
To people who will pay
They try to be brave
Children everyday
It isn’t their choice
They don’t have a say
Sold without a voice
Children everyday
Shifting eyes, tight throat, hiding my face as I watch the class make fun of a girl for sharing her issues about PTSD
No, no one has told me that I look like
That actress who plays Rue.
I cannot twerk.
I don't want to know how many Black people it takes
To screw in a lightbulb.
And finally, no
Here
That policeman walking down the street
Is a friend.
He will come when called.
He is a man of the law.
But there
That grungy policeman
Huddled in a dirty
They said it would come soon
But what kind of change did they seek
Freedom
Change the word freedom is what I wish
All unspoken souls unravel the mess in their heads and inhale the truth
Change “freedom”
If I could change one thing in this world.
I would change the hate that humans have for there brothers and sisters.
We could achieve so much and care for each other.
If we simply would stop fighting one another.
How about somthing new
I'm so bored with everything
all this old makes me blue
I find it offensive
When you're scared
and any mention makes you defensive
Hunger.
Children screaming in the streets.
Famine.
Never enough to eat.
Slavery.
Girls barely sixteen.
Child soldiers.
Boys carrying AKs.
Death is more common than you think.
What is my Dream Job ?
The Question I have been asked
for many ages now
but i finally have a response
WHAT WOULD I CHANGE HUH I ASK MYSELF THIS QUESTION LOOK IN THE MIRROR TO MY REFLECTION. WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE GIRL? CLOSE MY EYES AND BY MY SURPRISE I GET A FLASH OF THE WORLD.
Everybody deserves a chanceAmerica the home of the free, THEY SAY
NO discrimination, THEY SAY
Carrotsticks.
Carrotsticks to invisible pink unicorns.
Carrotsticks to alien beings in your head.
Carrotsticks to spirits.
Carrotsticks to flying spaghetti monsters.
Carrotsticks to Olympian Gods.
I was a turtle.
I don't remember
My life as a turtle.
Nor do I remember
My future life as a ruler.
But I say I was
Because my parents said so.
My life is in the hands
I played a game.
A game of lies.
A game of insults.
A game of harrassment.
A game of theft.
A game of punches.
A game of drugs.
A game of assault.
A game of crime.
We woke up in this place, shattered but alive,
The world is a monstrocity, we manage to survive.
Torn up children's faces and corrupted civil wars,
If I could change one thing?
The World.
Every boy. Every girl would have
clothes
food
love and shoes
they'd have the right to be free
happy
One Job May Change My Life
Fighting for the justice of innocent civilians
Becoming someones "hero"
If I could change the world,
I would abolish prejudice;
Or the bumpy past,
That created it.
No race more superior,
No size more supreme.
Only happiness,
And positivity gleamed.
There they are. Fighting. Fighting for us,
Fighting to keep us safe. To keep the United States "united"
Wealthy and powerful take all that we've worked for
Truth is distorted, with illusions and folklore
Much exploitation for money and profit
You will be punished if you try to stop it
If I could change anything it would be life,
Make days longer and funner nights.
Change the way we interact with each other,
Make us get well with one another.
If I could change anything it be how we are raise,
Life is a struggle filled with like minds befuddled.All trying to find reasons to exist.Many are stuck smoking spliffs and drinking fifths,But they say happiness awaits to those who persist.Many have perspired.
I look forward to the day
When the share post doesn't need to say:
"Share if you are a strong black woman who doesn't need a man."
"Share if you are a strong woman who doesn't need a man."
What will you do to get what you want lie, cheat, steal? Is achieving your goal worth the taking of a life. Not physically but rather what it means to be able to function in this society, a house a career, a family.
Anything and everything in this world is changeable
It’s all exchangeable
Breakable
If I could change anything
I’d change the hate
The cruel words
The malicious engagements
People do not think always when they speak
Some words can change us and set us apart
We have heard it before, fat, fool, fag, freak
These words are like sharp daggers through the heart
Freshman, as angsty as any,
brooded on what it meant to be a hero,
no plan, no design, but a light of hope and conviction strong,
Divided this world remains,
we judge by skin color, but we're really all the same.
Every man for himself in this life,
Why are there still people out there that just love to hate?
Based upon the color of their skin and their race
Every individual possesses different traits
Is it even possible to change these people's ways?
it has always felt like this
since that moment its been anything but bliss
it all had to be true
it has always felt like this
since that moment its been anything but bliss
it all had to be true
I would make everyone see that
We're all human.
We're all the same.
Sharing the same planet and co-existing in beautiful diversity
And these things you call
"race"
"sexuality"
"gender"
Roses are red. Violets are blue. Jesus gave His life to save me and you. Accept and believe this to be true and eternity with Jesus awaits for you!
From the outside looking inI spy the winds have changed,Through the window I seeAll the things deranged.
I was born with this bodybreasts, cunt, curves and a certainsoftnessthat means I can't be the
action herothe saviorthe martyr
They ask me if I'm confused?
They ask me if it's a phase?
They tell me it's a choice. That I wasn't born this way.
Im slipping the grip
the grip of light lips
that slip and tip and beg to be heard.
but what's more absurd?
than to sit in a box
carve our words in the chalk
and numbly curse in the void of our mind.
Everything.
That's what I've seen.
I've seen pain,
Happiness,
Anger,
Excitement.
I've seen hunger,
Famine,
Depression,
And war.
Everywhere I've gone I've seen it all.
They’re ungrateful; they got themselves in that position; they’re just being lazy,One man I served at a soup kitchen even said-“you spend too much time helping us; you will become one of us”.
The current that runs through the system like a live wire,
and the electricity buzzing only burns me.
Two loving parents,
two low paying jobs,
one bad economy,
three children,
It's definately true that we need to make our mortal selves happyWe just want to make sure that there's a smile on our face.
We say we practice more love then hate
But we still feel that hate for are other love
is not the same
as we call each other by a offensive names
that preach that hate.
I can't say one thing!
Not one damn thing, without you criticizing me!
Just shut up!
You ask what I mean,
I mean Im Fed Up!
You push me for my 'own good',
Is the value of simple paper more than what we make it?
Does it matter if we break a twenty or we save it?
Think About it, Why do we care so much about money,
When there’s people surviving only off milk and honey?
With many injustices this world is torn
With apathy its people do race
With malice the masses exploit the unalike, for being born
With a different-shaped face
With bitter cold sadness I watch all of this
You only live once,
So follow your heart.
Live life, do you
Selfishness to impart.
A life lived fully for 80 short years,
A wasted life and righfully brought tears.
What would I change?
Well there wouldn't be a ghetto
There would be a safe place where my people can settle
A place where a little girl can get on her bike and safely peddle
I take my coffee black, but was that ever a bad thing?
Bringing back to Martin Luther King preaching about letting freedom ring. The joyful choir sings let the 20th century voices be head
I would change my friends
I would change my past
I would change the words I used
I would change not going to Mass
I would change my heart
I would change my future
I would've changed their vision
i will change my image
wouldve let them known that my right to change the world isnt
or never wil lie in the grades of their stupid pop quizzes
In college I intend to be different
If I could change the world,I'd make creativity powerful.I'd make it so I would look outside with a smile,Not an unwillingness to face the coming day.
Sometimes I hear whispers.Sometimes I hear words.Almost always I hear rumors that are seemingly unheard.I know what they're saying."That guy is a fag,
Each story,
each person has a story,
and to listen to that story,
we must seek to understand.
"No lost generation",
to help as many to live,
not just survive,
to be safe at last.
If I had the power to change anything, it would be the power to change.
The power to make things right in a wrong world.
Fix the problems humanity is too primitive to fix.
Teachers do drugs, marijuana is legal, the government promise things that never happen, cites and towns have curropt cops, poeple die for nothing in the hand of the police, people die becuase there stupid if soemone talked to them maybe they woul
Loving your job
Isn't so simple.
Especially in this culture
Where we're taught to just sell out
Our gifts and our talents.
Quick choose: money or passion.
They don't always go hand in hand,
Treat me as a human
I rush to the classes I'm late to
I am treated FAIRLY
I learn new things that open my eyes
I am treated GREATLY
These eye openers force me to see
I am treated FINER
As Booker T, once said a long time ago, the measure of a man is not so much the position he reaches but the obstacles he overcommes.
This is their place,
the place they freely roam;
This is their place,
the place they call, “Home”.
Who am I?
Check my profile
Oh look, two cats are brawling
Lets take a video of it
We’re supposed to be doing schoolwork
But I’d rather tweet
Too lazy to run errands?
Shop online
I woke up feeling tenuous,The pain of my whole species.I stood up to find the floor is like a pond, the roof is leaking.There's a breach in my shelter, I'm only figuratively speaking.
What would I change
Is that a question or just a possiblity of what is to come
Some things just can't be changed
So let what's meant to happen become
Well wishers and doubters
Cold rainy night I see a man waving me down Driving down the country road No one around I stop to ask what his problem is He says he totaled his car And going to see his kids I give him a ride as he hops in my car He says his destination is not W
Don't call me a female
that's not me
always told I'm wrong by society
but I'm not wrong
don't even try
rejections sharp sting won't make me cry
I am strong
I am true
I'm just me
In my life , I learn many
Things from many people
There are great, good, and bad
Lessons but is on you
Chosen to learn it or not
In my dream
Every things
always be there
But the real
World is totally
Different
When you though
You got it
Things go on your
Plans but the outcome
In case you hadn’t realized,
Being “different” is no longer acceptable,
Assuming that it ever was.
It seems as if people are no longer perceived as people,
If I could change one thing
Life wouldn't be all about the bling
I would want everyone to get on their knees
and enjoy the trees.
Life is not about how much you have
It's about what's in your heart
BLUE---As far as the eye could see.The colour had swallowed us for so many monthsWe forgot about the others: brown, green, red, and gold.GOLD---A speck on the horizon smaller than a grain of sand.
BLUE---As far as the eye could see.The colour had swallowed us for so many monthsWe forgot about the others: brown, green, red, and gold.GOLD---A speck on the horizon smaller than a grain of sand.
Human Rights?
What can one say about human rights?
What about those who don't have a light?
A persons a person no matter how small,
The world is notBlack and whiteIt's gray -Millions of shades of itAnd it's hard to knowWhat's rightAnd wrongAnd what's in-betweenIn that gray area
Why did the apple fall off of the tree?
Who made it come to be?
Was it the politicians in D.C.?
Or the goddess Aphrodite?
Maybe it was Shel Silverstein,
or the rapper Jay-Z.
Such a lifeIs the one we haveSuch ways of expression That we showSuch loveThat we seekSuch peaceThat we dream forSuch happinessWe grasp atWhy is itThat
I need the power poetry
To help me to write more
So I can win this scholarship
I meant I try my best to
Come out anything
Great, perfect, and people
Will love it .
I don't know
What got to me
Make I want to
Write so badly
I don't know
What got to me
Make I can't go
Eat foods
Drink water
Go to sleep
How hard I try in my class?
How hard I try to find scholarships?
How hard I try find bests best friends?
How hard in passed history?
In my life,
Whatever I did
I am the Best
But I still not
Give up
Can you be my lover
If I am the your cooker
Can you be my wife
If I am the your baby-setting
Can you be my honey
If I am the hot man in the world
If I am warrior
I will be the kind
You never for get
If I am item
I will be the kind
You always use
If I am weathers
I will be the kind
Blows your pain away
In my life, I want to use
To help people by change
Other people' life like today
My teachers change my life
I want to take action today
I don't know why
It hard to find best friend
I don't know why
It easy to find good friend
I am the kind person
Don't have that much friend
Is not because I don't want
Look around and think really hard,
and wonder why things are the way they are.
I would change the chaos,
and make things simple like the stars.
Consistency is key in anyone's success.
Don't look at me and say that you feel the same as me.
You are not my equal, you will never be as equal as me.
I fought for a voice that will never be heard.
You watched silently and took all the credit.
Oh God, give me pleasure to pass this Test
And me not to think of loose.
As the passing of test; I'll be there.
You know what's crazy?
Slavery.
It's not okay that freedom
is only for those born free,
those born rich,
those born with a silver spoon
between their blood-red lips,
What is the American Dream?
Is a question many Americans have sought to know
Is it having a white picket fence with a wife, a few kids
Screaming, Grabbing, Crying, Running
Tripping, Falling, Screaming, Screaming, Screaming.
Kicking, Cursing, Pleading
Invading, Violating, Innocence-taking.
Innocence is taken
Health is taken
We live in this world together
I can’t run from you
And you can’t run from me
There is a limited space of land & sea
No matter where you go
"We are connected in an inescapable network of mutuality
Slave to the beat of the sewing machine
Working here since thirteen
Eventually I will escape hell
Attire is all I smell
The black smog fills my lungs
Surroundings covered in dung
I gaze upon the ruined lands, torn from barbaric warfare, suffering a feeble existence,
fought by helpless creatures shunned by Society’s cruel verdict
where even the most adept are left to rot and reek in pitiful subsistence
Seventeen years I had no choiceI would fight for my freedom every nightI screamed at my mom, yet had no voiceBecause mothers are always rightNow I'm eighteen, redeeming those fights
A little girl staring at a blank wall
sitting only on a sullied pallet
An unclothed man down the hall
looks out from a cage
A baby boy with a deformity
lays abandoned in a crib
Cries and moans echo
Please save the date
because we cannot wait.
Get ready and excited
to a wedding you're invited.
Celebrationg to begin mid-afternoon,
an invitation to arrive in June.
I wanna run away
Away from all the hurt and pain
Painful mistakes and irony misplaced
Crying................
That is all I know
Who is the minority?
Definitions are skewed
When those who can speak
Suffocate the mute.
The Speakers pull the hats down
Over their faces.
The wool keeps them warm,
And it's easy for them to
We were designed as one race
To be united, not mistreated
To be caring, not defeated
We are all the same, yet we all chase
The desire to be better than eachother
We were designed as one race
Free
Live life free
Do what you want
See all that you can see and be the best that you can be
Live everyday like it’s your last
We live in a world of dreams and opportunities
This Old Love;
It causually drifts by.
Coming in pieces as time passes with each sigh.
Your face is carved with the sharpest edges.
I'm lost in the detail of the strength flowing in your eyes.
Im the person who will be brave, achievableIm the person who will help people outI'm the person who will say what on my mind when I feel likeI'm the person who can be positive or negative
I know the day will come
With one word
we all stand up
Shouting and pointing at all
That will make them hear
How much better it turned out than before
Picture on a wall, framed with
Love as the subject—a boy and a
Girl hold each other for a
Moment in time, smiling and
Blissful is the
It keeps me up at night and question where we are headed.
It makes me push my limits, and then some.
It makes me remeber my past, and those who paved the way.
It makes seeing a Black President even more special.
Oh, Man of Atoms
How might I Help You?
Of What do I Speak when I Speak of You?
Do I Speak to Your Nerves, Reacting to Stimuli?
Of what Seperation are You and Your Nerves?
The flag stands where you were.
On the home front.
Defending what you love.
The flag stands where you were.
20/20
I have two eyes--
one Black, one White,
grown and developed
by two torn sides
for 25 springs and autumns.
Their perceptions merge and split,
still in search for the view
My heart is my own.
It cannot be told what to do.
You cannot tell it where to go.
But I can give it to you.
My heart is my own.
My mind is own.
It takes 10 seconds:
4 seconds of thought,
2 seconds to breathe,
4 seconds of courage.
10 seconds is all you need
to face your biggest fear,
to stand up for yourself,
to change the world.
Author's note: While Power Poetry covers a multitude of causes, I've noticed that there are two in particular that are largely avoided--elder care and death.
Someone that wanted to go to a four college.
Someone that wanted to win this scholarship.
Someone that will do anything to win no matter how hard.
Someone that who have a Dream
What is silence?
The simple act of not speaking
Of letting the air linger
A gentle breeze becoming the only sound
Our inner thoughts being the only voice we hear
Is that silence?
Or is it much more?
i am sickof photosets andcute graphicsand drawn-out listsof "empowering,"vaguely patronizingadvice. i have the
I took my piece of cedar and I stepped on down the line,
to try and carve the map I need to get back through the pines.
The blade I brought is dull, but I gotta reach the other side.
America is a tree,
It starts out small and weak and gradually grows to be stronger
It is planted around many others
All surrounded in different colors
America is a tree,
I have wandering eyes, but they don’t cheat.
I have wandering ears, but they don’t listen to harsh words.
I have a wandering mouth, they it doesn’t speak lies.
You shall ever be locked inside
the twice dead hero
the child not a day over 5
the brother never out of mind
to the world, a child was lost
Speak your mind
get shot.
Speak your soul
off with your head.
Millions of people
and you're upstage.
You're speaking your mind
but your words
they aren't yours.
She is a small bird,
Flying high in the air,
Looking among the land,
But when she sees that there’s not more than chasing leaves,
She begins to crave for some adventure.
Love
A four letter word.
Known by all, felt by few, and cherished by many.
A word that does not discriminate
Freedom is….
Admiring the quiet splendor of corn stalks swaying in the field as the sun disappears over the horizon.
from a distance you hearanswers that whisper in your earof an unborn curewithin a decade of bloomed aspiration,saphire and topez, dropped to inspire
The days of the Semester is comming to an end
The Students must start to mend
Their Memories have gone blank
and to be quite frank
They have no idea what to do for Finals
Everyone’s voice is meant to be heard,
But no one is ever there to savor every word.
My thoughts are stuck on this notepad,
Because speaking our minds is “bad”.
No one else is talking, only mind.
Welfare! Welfare!
Give me Welfare!
Child one, two, three!-that's three thousand dollars for me!
I'll sit at home and watch TV
Forget my children and let them be
I seem so sad
What I'm doing is so bad
We shall overcome one day,
Are the words that the leaders use to say,
God Let us have justice is what they'd pray,
Please let the pain and suffering go away.
Now the people recite those words no longer,
I don’t know
I never will,
All memories will vanish –
All emotions once contained will disperse –
As if they never existed,
What is this unheard song we all sing?
Students so silent day to day
Why think about what matters?
Fifty hours a week, brain washed
Empirical thoughts, fifty hours straight
I woke up and left my house
In the Hollocaust it was hell
Living as slaves in a cell
As days pass and people perish
The survival I no longer Cherish
In the darkness as I lay
All that I can do is pray
My heart made me loose it all.
They said they loved me,
But it was all a lie.
They told me to follow my heart,
I could be depressed dwelling on the past
But I should realize troubles never last
I could take my life today
Yet I should know that someone’s begging me to stay
Politics to Black Friday
You have a manager at a store that sets the prices.
They open the doors and show the ideas to the crowd.
Then they sit back and watch the crowd go wild.
they still feel. they still see. they still want. they still care. every day i see it. hear it.
My heart and soul shined,
when I heard that prohibition had died.
No longer will the public be blind,
By the governments non-factual lies
To gain one's respect, you must first show respect.
Whether you are a teacher or student, you mustn't select.
Age is not a limit but people tend to forget.
When you forget respect, you will live in regret.
Second Star to the right
Past Big Ben
Where you must go
Is what I'm told
It's what I've heard
but where to
is my concern
My last thought
b- before I fell
Wishing
Wherever scientist turn mind leads to dark
What you find amusing is shocking
Tell me how far you got left
Would leave to hold the stars up in the sky
Its cant pays attention
I am the one in a million,
One thousand in a billion,
One fish in a sea where the powers that be
Do not really care if they’re killing them.
I am the one in a million,
If I can only write once
I better make it count
Should I list of the things I must say?
For it would be quite large amount
Because I say enough with the homeless
The hungry, the cruel.
The blue skies
The green grass
The white rice
oh, what a sight
Being able to distinguish colours
perceive moods, one from the other
the art of noticing, the gift of vision
Covered in leaves, it’s roots hold the Ground steady
Like a tree, each leaf sprouts from the branches
Assisted Suicide: The Right to Die
Sitting in a bed with walls
as white as sin all around
and a dread that permeates
The clock ticked
And my desk squeaked.
Bored; Bored: Bored!
I roared. Yet I could not make a sound.
He stood at the front.
His nose to the ceiling.
Not giving a thought to
I once took a test that required I fill in my race.
I looked at the options, and confusion struck my face.
As i bubbled Hispanic/Latino I felt I was lying to the Test Proctor.
I believe that all people are
good
That even the murders are
kind
That even rapists are
thoughtful
Because they are human
They all feel
They all dream
They all beleive
Not all things are as easy as they seem,
A country of love, home of the brave, land of the free,
But that's not entirely true, in fact it's a good bit false,
We claim to love each other but it's not the right cause,
Teacher this is what I want to learn
Imaginary numbers make my stomach churn
How about balancing a checkbook instead
I would be much happier in the head
Oh if only this is what I could learn
No! Why? Don't do that!
Don't make me take off my nail polish.
Don't make me take off my ankle socks.
Don't dictate what shoes I can wear.
Why should we tuck in our shirts?
Do our shirt-tails really matter?
Life is just a long journey
We think it lasts an eternity
We try to look for the end
While looking for a positive bend
And yet the limits test the time
We have to go wherever we will
Every inch you know
best; with a slight
twist of view
Just a thought and you're
there; not a moment too soon
Each unique as a
memory, so distant yet true
suffacated, ready to leave
but no place to go.
stuck, trapped, limited to
signs that tell you where to go,
what to do, who to be.
But No More.
It has come to that time
So many choices
That I can't make for myself
So many places
That I can't go and explore
Let me make my plans
So that I may have control
Let me do my thing
So that I may learn to grow
I wish I could tell my teacher that walking into class a second late isn't missing class instruction. That doing continuous book work for spanish III honors isn't going to help me understand the subjuntives or the present tense of verbs.
It was a year or two ago
When I lost someone
You'd never know
She was the sweetest
And kindest a heart
Her words to me
Left a really strong mark
She raised me, loved me
I wanna go to the promise lands,
Where land of the free lives up to what it means,
Where man and women always have right to live, Where everyone has values of peace and love,
All hate and fears and tears disappear.
We all don’t understand,Our opinions aren’t in demand,Our souls are like flowers,They can topple over like towers,They bloom, then fade away,They go to heavan or hell to stay,Flowers have no powers,
I can feel the emotions stirring, raising,
Embracing me in a feeling of heartache.
As the other soldiers join the battalion,
I am sent home only to to say, "Why did this happen to me?"
I can't show my shoulders because they're so attractive
Any time a guy sees them he's sure to be distracted
I might as well be naked if you can see my neck
But oh hey look there's a couple having sex.
What is there to say?
Nothing but please just let us
kids learn our own way.
Love like tongue, touch the mouth lies, Speaking but not hearing words. Carry on with brick upon back… your life lost; to busy sticking fingers in mouth nosy. Your ears you make deaf; unclog and listen.
Put your ego to the side
And decide what is best
Better for the people
Those slaving away in your factories
Standing in line at the VA
Trying to find a way to feed
Their children for a day
What I see is not what I had imagined.
They tell me that what I see is only what my eyes allow me to see.
They don't know that I can think.
Motherland
Home faraway drenched in a heavenly glow
Shrouded generationally by times snow
Animals roaming free along the grass.
If I had one wish I'd wish for a sunny day.
If my wish came true I'd take you out for a walk.
If we went out for a walk I'd take you to all my favorite places.
wham, bam, and thank you uncle sam!
taking our brothers, our sisters: just lambs.
leaving our children on streets in the cold.
not much of an uncle, all you do is scold!
I have acquainted myself with silence
I truly feel alone
I see the crowd of people conversing
My mind, what a humble abode
Why do I behave as if I am completely alone?
Word is Bond, for the understood it is fond, beyond the shallow of a pond, it overpowers the magician's wand, its not slick, truth overcomes the trick, few are chosen few that are picked, truth blows out candles in a wick, it build's mind's into t
Everyone enters
giggles die down, chatter slips away
the lights dim to a
Peaceful Glow
I push away all other
Thoughts, Worries, Fears
Feel Sanctified
In Your Presence
Here I am
by Darlene Francis It is my understanding that the goals were : Two Million Bikers take Victory today in DC :One Million Muslims Honor the fallen! But in actuality I believe just less than a million bikers - vs - just over 200,000 Muslims.
The earth winds blow out
and the ocean tides roll in
nature is unbound
The mountains stand firm
And the valleys fitted low
nature is unchanged
Why must I be bound?
Am I not part of God's will?
I am a head, strong in mind.
With a soul before my time.
I am becoming more in line,
With myself.
For so long I have been angry.
Trying to find a way out.
So many people see freedom as free.
To judge and be judged is just another free thing.
But if you listen, freedom speaks, and if you can imagine, freedom thinks.
And freedom gives light in the darkest of things.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me
We've heard it, said it, learned it.
But tell me do people choose to take their life because this rhyme is right?
With words you fight, No better than a bully.
You shove with the pretense of learning,
You say you are going to give us a rope of knowledge,
I close my eyes. I try to deny. How scared I am. And Then I remember how weird I am. But then that doesn't matter because we all have a little mad hatter inside of us. Defining us.
The Red, White, and Blue.
With freedom upon her mind,
Fails to see the whole
Equal rights to all?
A faulty constitution?
Who has she become?
To turn she to we,
The wind blow through these trees so fine,
but you blow through this heart of mine.
The wind blows over waving fields of grain,
but your name bounces around in my brain.
I am only sixteen.
These thoughts that run through my head are reminiscent of
an old mind,
one that has seen hatred, cruelty,
inhumanity.
I have turned a blind eye to those I so desire to forget,
I can't wait
To turn Eighteen
I'll finally be living
My own dream
But Momma keeps saying:
Don't grow up so fast.
In my one-room apartment
Feasting on my gourmet dinner of romen noodles
This room keeps spinning all around me,
Is this darkness or is this light?
There is no where to turn to no where to hide,
Going through the same motions everyday can this be right?
you tell me how to feel what to think.
clouding my mind like i am stuck in the fog of my dreams.
not letting me out. not letting me breath
get this nooses away from my neck i am about to scream!
Early morning frustrated because a lack of sleep
Walking down the school contemplating about sleep
First class i went through with ease
now im hoping my second class ends like a slight breeze
Your subtle whispers
scream in my ears
exclaming hate
pronounce my fears
I can see your staring eyes
looking through me
judging, spreading rumors
lies
But I am strong
Through our inspiration
We become others motivation,
With our aspirations
We pave the way for future generations
I am not a man
Not my brother
nor father
was a man
for all us three together would not be a man
for all us three worked on this land
our master
the White
was a man
I am not a man
Not my brother
nor father
was a man
for all us three together would not be a man
for all us three worked on this land
our master
the White
was a man
I am not a man
Not my brother
nor father
was a man
for all us three together would not be a man
for all us three worked on this land
our master
the White
was a man
I am not a man
Not my brother
nor father
was a man
for all us three together would not be a man
for all us three worked on this land
our master
the White
was a man
I am not a man
Not my brother
nor father
was a man
for all us three together would not be a man
for all us three worked on this land
our master
the White
was a man
I am not a man
Not my brother
nor father
was a man
for all us three together would not be a man
for all us three worked on this land
our master
the White
was a man
You are evil,
you are mean,
your nasty greed,
has turned you green.
You are sick,
you are cruel,
your crazy rampants,
give you power to rule.
I hope your grave,
is nice and cold,
Tha-thump..tha-thump..tha-thump
I was alive, yet you abandoned me
I was remembered, yet you try to forget me
I was created, yet you destroyed me
WHO WAS I?
Tha-thump..tha-thump..tha-thump
Popularity is our aim.
Potential fame is our game.
Being the best, forgetting the rest.
Who needs the loyal friends.
We flock like birds.
Orignality blown away in the wind.
They don't tell us about the black soldiers. Sitting in history class you would've thought we had none of'em. Whipped, chaine, and beat man I tell ya. Rumors went around that this is what would happen if they got to sell us.
"Actions planned are never completed"
was the constant whisper of the snow
the falling snow that reflects
the falling tears slipping away from my soul
the expected day was never presented
I look around me, faces I no longer recognized
because in this afterlife, there are no friends or foes
I am trapped
In this figure with four legs and a tail
She left her wallet in El Segundo,
Clueless el son had a gun though,
1 hits, 2 hits,
They too be on that dumb dro,
She says she loves that boy,
But their relations only days old,
A doll's face melts before my eyes
As if the smoke stained girl cries
Trapped within a coffin of plastic
Hidden away in a box in the attic
Flames consume her once loving home
Walking down the hall,
I hear things that make me stall,
Kids saying things like they have no sense all.
Where has this thing called classy gone?!
Do you wanna hear the conclusion I have drawn?!
Why can one man make you feel useless? Why can one insult ruin a perfect day? Why do I get up? Why wouldn't I get up? Why does he have the right to put me down in the first place? Why do I think he doesn't?
I'm not asking much
but relief to those
who need it
and such
what I want
is world peace
and for all the wars
to cease
I want everyone
to have rights
without erupting
The power stays with the powerful.
The power dictates all.
The power can destroy all of us.
The power can watch as we fall.
The power can be conquered.
The power can be overthrown.
Misconceptions of Me
Respect My Inteilligence
Is it because all that I say is Relivent
Respect My Intelligence
They say You learn soimething new everyday
Respect My Intelliegnce
Diana had a dream, a great campaign:
Improve our children’s lives, society.
Yet apathy has caused them so much pain,
created fear, instilled anxiety.
Their rights we cast aside, scoff in disdain,
Neuvo Mexico
The land of enchantment
where our world spins around a color wheel,
the sun fades blues into pinks and oranges,
So, my skin isn't too light. Some might even say it's not right, just wrong. My hair isn't long by the beauty-man's standards. It lacks in flat and lifelessness. It's curly and wild, not wispy and slight. My eyes shaded with shadows and brown.
Tears like rain fill oceans of sadness;
It’s the pain that we hide – greater than we see;
I’ve spoken to broken looking for suns to soak in,
But the heart is missing
Where a soul leaves space.
You planned their form in the days of Creation,
And You'll be with them 'til their final destination.
You knit them together in the darkness of night.
You made each part special; everything is right.
When a teacher ridicules a student, they call it discipline
When a student ridicules a student, they call it bullying
The loss of words hits us without warning, express yourself by action my brothers and sisters of the sun and all shall listenPreach the thought of everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves We are on the verge of a new dawn and all will com
1993
Westside
Sunset Boulevard
SoCal
Los Angeles California
Bring you back to the silver DeLorean, flux capacitor
We got that hover board under the seat.
I step out of bed, and I tie my hair.
I open the window and let in the fresh air.
…Actually this isn’t meant to rhyme
But I need to tell you something I think about all the time:
Time ran outI stood stillFelt full of doubtLooked out of the windowsill
And as I thoughtA little moreI heard a knockingAt my door
Human nature is that humans or animals are defiled by greed and power.
One might think everyone is equal,
But there are others that think they have higher status.
Communism is when everyone is equal,
They say we are the future, But what future is there when we end up on the streets? Because our parents lost their jobs The only means of living they had. All because some man in the Capitol didn't get his way. They say we can make a difference.
To start off, the meaning of Dystopia literally meansA community or Society that is frightening.Nobody would like to live in fear, it is just undesirable.I believe we live in a Dystopia
Oh Moth, Sad Moth
Butterfly of the Nighttime Sky,
Who do betroth you
Not to fly so high?
It is he who do
He, brand in hand,
None other than he,
None other than Man.
Simply the fact that no words are coming out of my mouth does not mean that I am not speaking.
I speak with the exasperation of my sighs,
I speak with the slight eye movement shy of focus,
It has been engraved into my brain,carved onto the tips of my nails,sewn into the seams of the clothes that I wearthat I am the future and I crave for change because I am the heart of a revolution.
Puppets and pawns scatter the game-board
With masters so foolish and cruel.
Machines of antipathy and greed as fuel
With precarious men as a tool.
Leaders who rule with an absence of reason,
we are the american kids of 2013
we made it this far with are life dont let it end
they say the world will end in 2012
thats just a fairytale they made up dont let them win
I can sit for hours,
Staring at flowers.
I could fly into space,
Me and the stars always race,
and we are all the same color,
you and her are sister and brother.
And we are the poor
The lowest of our caste
With politicians at the top
But who really is the lowest?
With the corruption feeling its way from the top down.
Alone, it's motionless.
Wondering whose lips touched the crystal.
Mystery,
Fearful
Did he leave?
Pour, did she out of desperation?
Sacred, blood-red
The color of anger,
Heats, and hearts.
Teachers are Such ass who always get on my nervous.
I try to stay calm before i give them what they deserve.
They try to be your friend which is a wrong chioce.
Then they get mad at you and try to raise their voice.
When one person dies another is born….and what’s native some to others may be foreign.We walk different paths and our lives intersect, yet in our world, we grab each other by the neck.
Only if we truly knew what happened to you on that cold night of February 26, 2012
We those skittles fell out of your frigid hands
And how that hoodie made you seem harmful to our society
America,
land of opportunity
land of the free
land of unity
and the lnd that holds the key.
we all know we're American,
But what does it mean ?
Does it mean we're all white?
I don’t think they understand it
This building is not where our lives end or began
When I go home I don’t think about equations and test dates
Yeah- I am more concerned with family and friends
Dear Mommy,
Quietly I lay here undetected and unknown
Eager to meet my creator
Within you I lay in fetal position growing rapidly as my love for you amplifies
Do not expect things,
because you will get disappointed.
If you do expect things,
you are not going to get what you wanted.
So pick up a pencil,
grab a paper,
Think of your potential,
Green inchworms, roses, gardens and gates;Shall this place decide my fate.The woe of Earth bestowed with me;Think of the word we call "free". A youthful innocence sings me sleep;Filled with sweet dreams of meek.A place we go, to dream, to grow;Sto
What even defines a person?
Two legs?
Arms?
Thoughts?
Breathing oxygen?
No.
Everyone is just like everyone else. It’s that simple.
I have a heart. Just like everyone else.
If there were no rainbows, we would not have people quoting
that thing that people say, when they don’t know how to help
you but want you to cheer up- “everybody wants to be happy,
I am a person.
Talk to me.
I'm not a robot.
I'm no machine.
Let you be you,
and me be me.
I am free.
I AM FREE!
I'm a human being.
I have a tongue,
So let me speak.
Success involves us
What would you do without us?
We always try our best throughout anything
Because tomorrow could mean anything
They preach about bullying and why it’s wrong
then they beat us up
and tear
us
Down.
They tell us to live above the influence
of drugs and alcohol and peer pressure
then force
L stands for LOVE I stands for I , F stands for FOR and E stand for ETERNITY! If forever ETERNITY do I believe in the ones I dislike. Is that LOVE to hate the person who sits in front of you because they didnt say sorry.
dont tell me what to think
dont impose
imposition of anyones individual ideology infinitely obstructs mine
let me decide and let me determine
Faculty, teachers and administrators - gather near.
My peers and I have a few things to say, which you need to hear.
Let me say first, I realize you are the authority,
Some wait and wonder when things will get betterNever casting a vote or sending a letter.Yet complaints flow freely out of their soulBut they don’t participate in life’s role.God gave me a voice so I can speakAnd fight for the life that I so seek.
The bell rings. The anouncements come on.
THAT has been our morning every day of the school year, for the past 3 years.
Now we're seniors, and I still see this sad, sad routine.
The world is forever changing
here and there matter being continuously recycled
but when you look around
it's as if everyone is all the same
The North Star leads and guides my way.
Oh Lord show me favor now I pray,
For I’m walking to freedom day by day.
Stand up. Take pride--for the fact that you're even alive.
-or-
Sit down. Shut up--from their expectations you derive.
One heart, a single beat.
One pulse, that's all you need.
CLOSE, but far comparison
SWEET, but bitterly satisfying
Whole, indeed, but COLOR of contrast
With MANY to see as a FAMILY tree
Sweetness is shaped differently so ALL can eat
Who are we to judge based on a person’s skin or based on what they like and their sexual orientation
“Equal Rights” is a law in this nation but not fully enforced we show discrimination
Teacher, open your eyes!
You are feeding them all lies!
We are living in a society so enwrapped with gender,
I imagine myself becoming a bender.
Not only of rules, regulations, and taboo,
If I wanted to die I would have swam the depths of your touch
And if I wanted to hurt I would have broken to the sound of my own cry
But with you there and I’m so far away,
There is nothing left for me to deny.
Tomorrow is a promise.
God only knows what lies ahead.
Troubles, success, despair, rejoicing,
We won't know until it becomes today.
Make a mistake, it's okay,
There's always another day.
Right or wrong?Gone is she?Is it decision?Shes gone, gone from existenceGone with all her passion.But shes always hereWatching you with all rage and freedomThe statue in greenFreedom of SpeechPlease speak.
These veins will no longer drip rust.
I will scream
loud
and high-pitched
And I will be recognized.
I will force them to hear me
and I hope my anger will
disgust them
and my eyes
Imagine A place with love.
Where everyone expressed kindness.
No more hate, and no crime.This is finally a place called home. This is not possible if
To be alive is a wondrous thing
Except for all the suffering
But darling dears, don’t be afraid
There’s moonshine in the lemonade
I saw a million people
Standing on a hill,
Under the grey and square sky.
When I went to ask them,
What they were doing,
They remained silent.
Are you a man?
No one cares. You are just a man.
Are you joining the military?
No one cares. You are just a man.
Are you depressed?
No one cares. You are just a man.
Were you laid off?
The things you do
you bring to yourself.
The things you say
may be remembered.
Your actions
will always be seen upon.
There are no rights nor wrongs.
The things you do
you bring to yourself.
The things you say
may be remembered.
Your actions
will always be seen upon.
There are no rights nor wrongs.
Every great thing
has a small beginning
A great forest
from a small acorn
A field of wheat
from a handful of seeds
Without the former
we cannot have the latter.
It applies to trees
Gunfire reigns above the graves of those been shot and killed, or maimed.
And left to dig their own graves in Iraqi sand
As we, the few, the proud, the brave, the dumb, the weak, the safe, the slain
Here, take this mask,
And I will take mine.
Now we aren't ourselves,
So we don't have to take the blame.
We both have a game to play,
Good Guys and Bad Guys.
Simple right?
You be the bad guy,
We as a people are capable of so much
We must use each other as a clutch
We as a people must rise to the majestic heights
So we can fight this battle like a medieval knight
Fear has returned in her eyes.
Her eyes filled with indignant thoughtsTrying to call out for helpBut seems to have no effect
My dreams are like a troubled sea,
They all come from a dark place inside of me.
Fast asleep,
But the mind is still raging,
I can see my dreams go from young to aging.
Because we inhaled
The tainted air,
The air provided to us
By the one above,
not God
But the dictator.
The only leader we have known
In our short lives
Because we inhaled
(*Camille Desmoulins 1760-1794, French journalist and politician)
Revolution’s victory cry
We shout “Death to the King!” and “Viva La France!”
Not once allowing ourselves a moment’s breathe.
Less than two weeks and Im unsure I can bare much more.
I wait for letters that don't come from people who stopped caring.
To do things I don't want to for the right to do what I love.
Abrasively said
I let all your talk go to my head
Then you left my soul without life, dead
Crushing my heart
Waking up everyday with the weight of the world on my shoulders
And the face in the mirror getting older
The passion that once soldered me to action getting colder
And less bold, the steps I can't afford to make
I reach out to feel and I feel nothing,
I open my mouth to speak and I say nothing,
I breathe in the air and smell nothing,
I look up into the sky and see nothing,
I try to eat, but taste nothing,
The Jewel in my Closet
Fears of fears await me in my closet.
The light is broken but I search head first.
My body follows behind
In hopes to find a jewel in my closet.
The Cold Surface
The cold surface is made out of small grains.
Grains from the North, South, East, and West.
Some how they find their way to a common ground.
Just keep moving and moving
its soothing
its scarred her, over
its over
its not over!
Caught- to find- a way- in line- to see- if i- could find- the way-
They say, give up.
I say never let yourself down,
and cause
this stress;
That you burden your body with.
When the world let's you down,
pick yourself up off the ground,
Can I see your face?
Please-
You're hiding from the world through
these sleeves.
You can't see your re-
flection in the water, no;
Well I can see.
Reset inside.
Quarentine mislead beliefs-
Fixing the fade
silent sweeps.
On set, off again.
In the Silence
Reset inside.
Quarentine mislead beliefs-
Fixing the fade
Tear me apart when you're down.I try to lift you up-we fall to the ground.spin circles around the parkthose memories are gone.Where is left? What is right?whats there to fight but my own battle
We are undefined by words alone, the ones who stand, the rolling stones.
They will say stand out in a crowd and try something newBut heaven forbid that you actually do.
A trembling cry preysupon the unsuspecting matte cavesdark against a silhouetted night.
Ay! To be free!To be free!
A starved cry,famished by the oppressionof a silent tongue.
'No. Never. You can't do that. Fat chance. Oh yeah.' Dreamer girl hears the words.
Full of anguish the pain hollows her bones.
Dreamer girl has but few believers and vast naysayers.
its funny almost, how easily you can lose yourself
but how it difficult it is to find yourself again
how you can go from being completely in the now minute
A boy sacrifices himself
For the good of his family
For the good of their name
His heavy legs tread
Heel...toe...heel...toe
His face lengthens with sorrow
Eyes drooping in pain
Little girl,
Nose stuffed in journals all day, longing
You never come out to play, they say
But you're just waiting for the chance
It feels like epochs have gone by; it's only been a few years
We are born with clumsy fingers
Eyes bigger than our mouths
Wobbly legs and squeaky voices
Though we are born with the strength to hold a fist, to grasp
And I think that says a lot about us as people
a way
to open the eyes of the blind
to reveal the truth behind
the lies
the false whys
blatanly publicized
because maybe YOU will listen
maybe THEY will listen
What happened to love?
Real, open doors, kiss your cheek, hold your hand love.
I grew up at 10. I knew I never wanted that. The bruises, the tears, the constant train of police
How nice would it be
If we actually thought of we
And we built more bridges
To avoid a world of ditchers
What if walls only detract,
While doors make us interact?
What if poverty and war
It's time to rebel time to lash out against these suppressants
where I'm from it's fashion to be famished
poverty is all we know, carrying the weight of our ancestors
mistakes can make one break
"Talk? Who? About me?" "But, writing is...what I do" "Speak Up? NO! I'll write."
Seeing the lines right in front of me, like everyday life --
I notice the sparks and lights mirror what's inside.
The beauty is not new to me, but some of us forget.
The true face of everything -- the beauty that lives.
Loud and bright lights fill the streets at night.Women hide in alleys wearing loosely formed dresses.Men dress suave in long black slacks.Each slowly giving the secret word to men behind the door.
As Muslims, Christians, and Jews we the children of a better GOD.
So I find it odd when the children of Yahweh are persecuted by those of Allah.
In my mind I couldn’t help but ask why?
Shark skin minds,
And leather faces.
These people walk in groups
and never paces.
Eyes shut and open mouth,
Every command directing south.
“Don’t play fair,
We are not sensitive skin people.
I write because without my words i am useless. It is as if i have no other purpose than to change politics, racism, and religon by the strokes of my pen.
I write to speak the truth , to tell you about yourself.
Every day there is a mirror
A mirror of me
Who is she? Who is he?
The one that stares back
Stares back at me
With your boyish build
And girlish curves
Who is she? Who is he?
Perfection is in imperfection
Who we are and where we come from:
that is our perspective. Searching for meaning
and understanding to life....
No matter how, or why
we do what makes us happy.
In a mind too young to have been altered by our world's social norms, that are rather abnormal,or poisoned by ancestral prejudice and opinions influenced fully by the media,lies a single, innocent mindset.
Pace my life, but I’m never going slow, if it’s not one thing, it’s another , can’t keep my problems in control, dreams as children to grow up and get a million and spend it all in front of the county building.
The kids of the future
Havin fun, laughing away
Don't know a single damn thing in the world
Crys and have someone to hold them
Grow to become man or into woman
So basic minded!
Being a teen isnt easy as it seems
You have to worry about the judgement and not being liked
because you didnt make THE appealing popular scene
Teens my age today will doing any harm to impressed their peers
We think we have all the power
"We don't."
"We don't control our fate,
Who we fall in love with,
Where we go to college...
We humans think its all up to us,
It's all emotion, feeling the power escape when you let it free
i love that feeling, the feeling of marking down who I am, feeling like me
me and nobody else.. Just this little pen and paper
An ode to the box/ When things need containing/ you're always there handy/ You're great at your job// You can come in so many sizes and shades/ Big, little, dark, light, or heavy/ When you're not filled/ your wieght is light// The box can be anyth
You Turn me into something that never existed,
Your personal shape-shifter has no control.
I've never realized how much I've been committed,
To your necessities that seem to be your inevitable goal.
His girlfriend never picks up the phone,
Every day he comes home alone.
The bills greet him as he walks in the door,
Reminding him that he is poor.
School loans still have to be paid,
As the woman lies in the tub
She wonders what her life has become
Can the warm water wash away the grief
Or must she just float there and sleep.
The sing birds sing their nature’s call
All day and all night it's overstimulation. We forget what is right in the American Nation. We are focused on likes, and clothes, and faces, but not the real stories or the people in those places. We've seen enough ugly, but add to the fire.
They say a dream is a wish your heart makes
But your heart doesn’t warn you of all the roadblocks it will take:
The sleepless nights,
The negative opinions of even your closest allies,
Society’s judgment,
When I was younger
I would sit in the back of the classroom without saying a single word
My teacher would always call on me
I know God listens, but what of them?
They hear my rhymeless poetry prayer
Gratitude, Hope, Joy, Peace-
Laid as a naked newborn
I know God listens, but what of them?
They hear without thought or compassion
Let’s take a journey through time:
An unborn nation,
Develops from thievery, greed, and opportunistic visions…
Swish, swish, swish…
In search for new territory.
Bang, bang, bang…
i write to feel.
to let go of the sighs
inside my bones,
curled up in
a ball of wonder.
my heart's nimble fingers
scratch paper, leaving poetry
behind.
i write becuase
Green valleys lush with beauty,
Mountain ranges and forests as far the eye can see,
Seas, the ports of Akyab, and rivers flowing magnificently,
However, all of this is contrasted by the inhuman cruelty,
Teach me the words that romance your soul.
I need to know how to take control
Of your emotions, well yours and mine,
Before at the seams I start to unwind.
I just can't stop the speed of my mind
I saw the best of their generation enveloped
In the blaze of their heat In the passion of their words, In the rhetoric of their demagogues
So you ask me why I write...
You want to know why I do what I do?
So here, how about I give you a clue,
I am an emotional volcanoe just waiting to erupt,
but not in the way you may think, I don't live to dectruct
She speaks in tones of survival-
when my ancestors first were mistaken for railroad ties,
chink
goes the sound of hammer striking metal we were
To be free
Is to sing,
To write,
To be.
Without hesitation,
Without discrimination,
With respect and determination.
I found this
When I was young
In the words of Shel Siverstein
Amber skies warn of a coming
Tribal drums sound with a drumming
The fox has finally won with a cunning
We are human our species is the same although we have a different name, race, personality we are all a part of a family we all have 10 fingers and 10 toes everyone knows what they know but together our intelligence can grow why act like we are not
Thousands are never given the chanceTo feel the cool breeze on their cheek,Or to smell grass freshly cut on a warm summer day;They will never experience the pain of heartbreak Or laugh until their sides ache.
Funny how we forget where we come from
Funny how we never really can't
Funny how death brings sadness
Funny how life brings pain
A leaf is not really green
The sky is not really blue
When you're a man who loves a manPeople don't want to understandThey chain you down to black and whiteAnd tell you those are your rights
Romulus is strong and full of might.
Remis his brother is as brave as many lions.
Both are strong and exceedingly bright.
And this makes me happy to call them my scions.
Remis has the power of Atlas.
When we were just kids,Playing outside with all the other demonsI used to hide in the shadows,Terrfied of what these demons thought of me.
I write because I can
No one on this earth can stop me from expressing how I feel
Putting all my thoughts and feelings on paper is like going to the beach and leaving my footprints in the sand
"Don't do that" a common utterance of disempowerment
A three word society on its own
filled with expectation when the first mistake was made
A sense of being unloved, peaking through a pessimistic lens of hearing
ITS TIME TONIGHT FOR DO OR DIE
TO LIVE A LIFE SO BRIGHT
NO MIND COULD SHINE ALIKE TO MINE
I PRESERVERE THROUGH FEARS
ADHERE TO TEARS THAT PULL ME NEAR
MY DRIVE
NO STEER
I write to become someone else
I write to become myself
I write to let go
I write to fill the holes
I write to figure it out
It write to get it all down
I write when no one will listen
Who am I
am i flesh or spirit
who am i
even when i die
who am I
I am a tree
planted by god his seed lyes in me
with him i can do all things
Theres Something Great In All Of Us,
Something We Dont Earn But is Born Within Us,
Potential..
Potential Change The Lives Of Others and Make A Difference In World Where We
Come,
take a stroll with me.
To a land between reality
where life is full of surprises,
and nothing is what it seems.
Where the colors of the sunset
blend into the waves of the sand,
These words were never meant to fall upon death ears
These words were meant for battle
These words were meant for war
NO, we will not stand by and let our voices be silenced
Because of your maze without light
Don’t forget why i hate used books and broken pencils
Another day for nickels and dimes
Another day of why the corner is dry
Red as my worst nightmares
Tales like foxtails pepper my mind
And I find that naked the wind hurts
But clothed not so much.
I. First-light
Eyes fly open and I light up a cigarette.
Check to see…yep, still there. I slowly unfurl
My cramped wings, the slow rustle of feathers
The World is ever changing, Wherever I look I see, People fighting for their rights: To save their dignity Americas the land of the free: But thats no longer true Big Brother monitors all of our moves: They know everything that we do
For hundreds of years blacks have died by whips and chains
Its' 2013 and blacks are still dying over whips and chains.
Our heroes fought to make a change
So why should'nt the new generation do the same
(poems go here)Glowing white lights on top of a hill written in a big block letters, famous in many movies
A big golden arch, delivering fried goodness to over a billion people
Sometimes I dream
That I will see them again
My momma
My poppa
But when I wake
All I can see is darkness
I do not breathe in air
This is pure musk that fills my lungs
Chocolate. Some of lifes best joy.
To eat and take in the natrual beauty. The beautiful Browness that melts in your mouth.
Chocolate. many people love to eat it .
As the punches and kicks fly
Bystanders look around
To and fro
Some look up at the sky
While others decide to take no action
And to just turn their backs
And go
The victim is hurt
My reasons why are much deeper than the past
Looking to the future like
How the hell do I keep going?
My eyes stay blurry I can barely see what I’m writing.
How does life change faster than lightning?
Looking at all the happy people, all they care about is themsleves. no one helps those who need it, they crave everything but don't do anything to obtain it. it is sick of what they do to get it, they murder and rape.
Divided by three the strength in me still exceeds infinityBecause my affinity to be great cannot be gratedSo I apologize if I let my Facebook notifications become inundatedThis desk is just a frontWe know
The blind is leading the blind,
So who know whose fair?
As I watch the news,
I can't help ,but be speechless.
Who will be our leader?
Who will be the one to lift us up?
With a sidelong glance, one can
see the color of her hair,
the sharpness of her gaze, but
not the complete lack
of joy written
on her lips and teeth. Upon
closer examination, one will
There's beauty in the soul
If you gaze real deep
There's hope in the veins
That keep the hearts beat
There imagination painting
Blurred dreams behind the eyes
Harassed by manipulative governmentStricken by paucity;He had an idea, to leave his sanctuaryWas that a possibility? Future of dreams arose and flew by,Chances had been given, couldn’t be received;Everything was controlled, no freedomThis was all
A dash of fleeting hope,
a haze of blue, black, and red
when will the deceit die?
They tell us who to be,
what to say,
when everything is out of touch.
A child’s scream,
a cat’s cry,
It's a shame to see the crime rate increase,
it's like no one really cares but people like me.
And it's young lives being taken.. or do we NOT see,
In my opinion it's the Justice System that isn't what it's suppose to be,
I'm just walkingOn an adventure you might sayThrough day & night Who knows what I might find?We may just be lost in the wildWhere the wild things are What do we know?
What does it mean to be free? Free is when you're allowed to do as you please.You are given the privilege to be who you decide you want to be.But are we really free?
I write because I can.
If I don't, I can feel myself bleeding out
There is not a person on this planet, or any other
That listens as well as the pen and the paper.
Not a soul who won't judge you,
I've fallen from heaven, down upon the Earthback to the cold world, to the place of my birth
I'm sitting here at night, alone out on the streetwith little clothing on my back and no shoes on my feet.
We were created to be a voice,the words of a perfect speaker,we were created to know the truth,and not surrender to the culture.
There’s a child who won’t see today,My heart weeps with agony,For that unborn I’ll forever pray.
This season I’m sad to say,That soul will never be happy,There’s a child who won’t see today.
My country tis of thee,
Those from who we take the fee,
For the great hoard of this proud king,
Of thee I sing.
Broken footmen sustaining our throne of splendor,
I rise from what I hear,see,and think, I rise from what i am told, I rise to help myself find me, I rse to bring truth to all,And as I rise I look back to to all who cant see, hear and think, I rise for a better life within and instead of out, I r
I've become so Numb when there was No More Sorrow left in me.
I had to Bleed It Out when I turned my back on those who had their Hands Held High, screaming "help me!"
Pride;
It’s often seen as someone who loves attention.
People see it as someone who evokes nonsense.
Power;
The first thought that comes to mind is control;
Those with power are accused of always controlling.
Look at all the people
Staring in disbelief
Witnessing terrorism
Help commander in chief
We seek the governments help
We hide under their protection
But when it comes to danger
swirling lines
ink and paper
tips taps
light and screen
boundaries
abolished and gone
just free
thoughts and dreams
Used to be afraid of the cracks in my house falling through the light of day
crawl around run from this but something is telling me not to just walk away
Dear Angel
I'm filled with joy 'til the following phrase."Do you love me?" he asks.I bite my lip as I think about itbecause after this there's no going back. I look in his eyes and answer yes.
Compressed with so much anger,
My body cannot take.
So little, frail, and meager,
I then begin to shake.
The feelings forced inside me,
Are harshly packed so full.
Zombies.
Shuffling in a straight line.
Thirsting for the one thing.
Never satisfied.
Zombies.
Draw fake smiles on their faces.
Everyday the same.
They follow the rules, they say their graces.
poetry.
it is...
bad blood
splattered ink
a reverie
of triumph
it is...
prescription amphetamines
that probably aren't yours
and more of
none of the same
A single lonely touch.
The spark is lit, and the fireflies begin their dancing.
One by one they silently lift from the earth and fly effortlessly about.
For too long this grudge has taken hold. A clear contagion and there's a man overboard. I see hate, I see pain, and disdain. Society sees you as a worn out bloodstain.
Words are only words until one makes them have meaning-- Life is just a life until one finds their meaning. Mine is built with wondrous words that decorate my being and capture my soul into a world of letters.
The upper hand,they reprimand us.
Doubting our Christianity,they call upon “god”to enlighten us.
This tale hails from the land of the rising sun.
The place where the eyes of the world see a red circle that symbolizes a dawn of a new day and the white surrounding it personifying peace.
Where did we go wrong?
In all the progress that has been going on
it seems as though we lost sight of what's important
Now it seems freedom aint free
my dad is fighting for me
There goes the dreamer, the artist
The mistress in despair
The importance of their lives
is deemed not enough to care
The hotshot, the big guy
The grand millionaire
I thought you were
a true true friend
But then you went and did pretend
Now I don't want to know
what you really show
Sometimes I see you here and there
it makes me want to stop and stare
As tangible as listless LiesDevoid of forceYet forcing down.
Pressing down the hopefulOppressive mistA hidden shroud.
Smoke twirlingHarshly curlingIn subtle, silent ways.
I write because the ink bleeds
Even when I don’t
They tell me to speak my mind
But childhood taught me that I am to be seen
And not heard
Dear Justice,
Though you have defined yourself as fair and reasonable
I conclude that you are suffering from an identity crisis
So let me evaluate your profile
As I lay with tears rolling down my face
like a waterfall at the top of a tropical jungle,
the tears that has fallen from my weary eyes
seems to tremble the inside of me from the noises
To write is to have power
The power to speak
The power to educate, and be educated.
To write is to have will
The will to believe
The will to succeed
To write is to fight
People walking around doing what they want
trying to be different without the taunt
But as a child freedom involves trust
with parents that can disappear like dust
Destroying that freedom gets you locked up
The fact of innoyance. The nonbelieveing truth of who I am.
No one knows.
Am I myself or just a confused girl who raptures the truth in her heart..?
I can't sit here and see that i'm what you expect me to be.
"Where would I find you if you weren't there to find?
Would I look for you deep down inside?
Or would I stop to think about you every time I passed a park? What would I find to fill the emptiness in my heart?
Little children with tiny facesThat have yet to see the terror of the worldAnd the old with memoriesOf all the things they've seen
You ask me why I write.
My response is because I can.
They've taken the rest of my rights,
because under age I am!
Freedom of speech, yeah sure okay.
How can they call it free?
This country always says, "WE ARE THE LAND OF THE FREE"
And we can be who ever we want to be.
That this country is "THE LAND OF OPPORTUNITIES AND RIGHTS"
I like using my first amendment right, to say what I want and to write what I want. I like writing what I feel is true. At home my family either tells me to shut-up or they simply block me out. I make my voice heard.
Have you ever stood on the edge of a cliff?
Have you ever looked over a precipice?
Did you feel strong and tall?
Or did you feel small and weak?
Have you ever stared into the night sky?
I write because I can,
I write because in the consitituion it states,
"Congress shall make no law abridging the freedom of speech",
I write because the most powerful inborn tool is speech, your words.
If I die with the masses,
people won’t know what to feel.
They’ll see my name on the list
and think “poor girl.”
Knowing my background
What the hell is going on in the world today?
Blind from staring too long at the sun
Cowards sensitive to the
hysteria catch the disease
(
Tears fall
As…
We… all watch in fear.
Again…
Challenge by hypocrites theirs and ours…
History fresh.
I've chosen to live in a perished land,
Where butterflies are gold and not harvested;
Where all land is green and all wind is enliven;
Where wars are fought for cause, not liquids, or rocks, or poise;
As the day rises in the east across the sand storms of a desert,
I see the beauty of the colors of every little begining and end.
Then I look out unto the broken skies.
I see the corruption,
the hurt, the pain.
People never seem to stop and thinkHow their actions effect the people that surround themDo before you thinkThat is the attitude that I see
-I live a new life now, its with Christ now, no matter how my background went down, my intent now is to live alright now, the wrongs that i write down, insight to fight the wrong so they live right now, im talking right now, im talking bout the ki
Possessions.The word mean more than we know.it mean holding on to items we do not need.Possessions.A word meaning Control.Control the simple minded humanControl them by distracting them with little toys.
The world I live in is changing I can see that
It’s like we pulled terror right out of a hat
Our government is now more corrupt more than ever
Promising us that it’ll all get better and being all clever.
Do's and don'tsOffending and mistreating.Degrading, disregarding, demeaningSterotypes, racism, generic misconceptions,and ignorance.Do's and don'ts...But I close my eyes and we are all human;
Deserted Dessert
Who are we to decide fate?
An amazing grace
But caged,
One day away
From
Hell,
I write
Because I cannot speak with sound.
Opening my mouth is fruitless endeavor.
But uncapping a pen,
Touching it to paper,
Making motions with my hand,
That is when I can speak.
This slave-like mentality,
quite simply the reality of our
warlike principalities
whose brazen nationality is
worn thinly by brutality
fledged from personalities
Chain me up and my actions follow the pattern
Thinking freely becomes a problematic matter
Breaking free from labels becomes unease
Your self doubt is for the world to feed
Our thoughts is for us to own and probe
Living in shame, close your eyes and dream big upon your brain
came in through the backdoor no front in sight to find world war
smoke clouds fell upon my head as I entered this cold world alone
Our greatest weapon of war
is our minds.
They can take our food,
our cars,
our children,
our money,
and even our houses-
They can beat us,
spit on us,
Why is a string with a free end so different?It has freedom, but it comes with domain.Can string ever be free without limit?
The Transitory
“In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise” -Auden
I. The Transitory
I listen to them, I listen well
They tell me to listen with my eyes
What I see through the screen is perpetual hell.
It’s up to you.
It’s up to you to choose, to decide.
What do you want?
What do you need?
It’s up to you and it always has been.
It comes without warning
It comes with awareness
It comes when we least expect it
It comes with revolution
It can be for the better
making a bad situation good
or make a bad situation worse
Whispers in my head
The stranger voice that pulled my ebb, my flow
I look around me
These whispers became visible, ribbons of mist
Influences pulling, gnawing
What happening to the world we live in...
As we turn on the news, their goes a child killed by the offcials that are suppose to protect us.
It’s forever been a struggle to meet in the middle,
The waves want to overtake the sand,
But the sand wants to hold their own
Constantly battling to have control
Article 15:
"Everyone has the right to a nationality.
No one shall be arbitrarily deprived of his nationality nor denied the right to change his nationality"
Who saves the hero,
When the hero needs to be saved?
That is the thing.
We are all mortal,
And at no given time,
Can we continuously,
Be the hero.
We are attracted,
Expressing myself, is whats makes me happy.
Getting excited about the little things in life, is what makes it all worth the strife.
Heavy heart. Not strong enough to carry.
Mind clouded. No words expressive enough to make room.
More emotion than I can explicitly identify.
I’m tired.
Tired of fighting a fight that was the fight of my mother.
Life Is Not Always what it may seem, Open your eyes, this is not a dream. Faith and Prayer, may get you through the day but you can never undo what's already been done.
I read a book, thoughtful but sad.
Death by Death, it piled up.
No rest, no home, no hope.
I came across a sentence.
Short, so small, yet it stood out.
"To die it is easy, but you must struggle for life."
You go to turn down a road
But a voice tells you differently
You look and you wonder
Not sure of whom it could be
Ignoring the voice, you take a step
And tell the voice, “Leave me be”
I am music that helps escape for a moment.
I am Batman, Wonder Woman, and Joker.
I am super smash brothers, mortal kombat, Mr. Pac-man and other video games
I am drawing, swimming, taking pictures, bracelets making
Who will change this selfish society? The 20th century world; where no one wants to listen. Do people not see the pain in others' eyes? The slouched walks and cracked smiles? What happened to looking out for one another?
You do not have to be a sophisticated person to appreciate words
; poetry is not sour or tart
; don't let the them tell you what to say ,as if they're your lords;
For true poetry comes from the heart
How did we all get here
propaganda, hate and fear
voices predicting eminent dark corners
as the world tries to draw it's boarders.
Compliance steadily swaying,
Conscious notions of pain.
Only sorrow to gain,
In a life consistently decaying.
I was on Flight 93,
On my way to San Francisco,
When I died to keep you all free.
Four Al-Qaeda from what I could see,
They tried to take over but we told them no,
I was on Flight 93.
I can describe a world with dictionary,
which encompass an island of words
that are very far away yet so real as they appear,
On the paper I see in front.
Locked up in a life of lies
Putting on a front just to get by
Unhappy is what my soul is
Regretting the decision I made
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Tears falling down face
This is not only an homage to the lives that were cut so tenderly short,
But a demonstration of the hatred, ignorance, rage; by which judgment was distort.
We have textbooks and the internet to tell us about history.
But what happens when America our own wants to rewrite history,
And when the any and everything can be published online?
You see we come from a line of mankind
Tick tock,
Good morning,
Today, a life will be lived and a life will be lost
Today, a murder will happen and a child will be born
What is race?
Does it tell us what to like?
Does it determine our future actions?
Or is it simply just something that pigeonholes us to carry the weight of the actions of our ancestors?
"Give them bread and circuses" - keep the stomachs of the masses full and keep their eyes focused on the oblong box in the corner of the room and you will control them.
If I had the chance to build our community over, what would I do?
Would I start afresh, especially with the mess which was left?
Would I wipe the slate clean, destroying our past labeling it as quarantine?
As I am comforted by the soft white clouds that kiss my wings I look down.
I look down and see my past
For I was once bound to the ground and without hope.
Every day was old and repeated.
(poems go I write
For the Pure Writing Joy
I write
To express my concerns
I write
To share a story
I write
Because it keeps me away from trouble
I may not be the fastest runner
Or by any means a ball player,
But I have the strength to win.
I may not be the "straight A" student
Many a paper have only been for a trash bin,
I write to clear my head.
I write to clear the air.
I write so I can know what happened even if I wasn't there.
I write in the morning and sometimes when I eat.
Living up to preset accomplishments
Paving the way for the future generations to come
Rewriting history in memory of past ancestors
Taking responsibilities when the time comes
Life is just beginning
Life is at the start
Going to help others
And give them my whole heart
It's hard to go explore
The countries that are in need
Because it requires money
America is not what I thought it would be, crack and cocaine all over big city streets. Hey! You reap what you sew.
To neither understand nor be understood.
To know, but not know everything.
To live, but not live in a complete state.
To be a part of something, but be separate.
All of this, all at once,
Every single day.
Throughout history, the concept of "The American Dream" has been an endeavor whose realization has been sought by generations, testified to from the fallen souls that whisper through Arlington Cemetery to the single, hardworking trader who envisio
Why is the world a swirling vortex of colors,
Beings themes, and words I can’t spell?
Why do stereotypes give fuel to wild beasts
Who go around forcing others
To behave like they know nothing?
will you be my shoulder
to cry on in times of need?
will you be my band aid
to heal me when i bleed?
will you be my oxygen
when i run out of breath?
You say that I can do it
But then that I can't
You push me forward
But then pull me back again
Why?
Afraid, Lost, Judgmental, Crestfallen:
These are the reason why many are afraid to speak up.
Poetry allows are voices to be heard,
Without worrying about others beating us down.
Poetry allows an escape,
Outside these walls there is a world
Full of crime, peace, intelligence, love, laughter
I may be no word crafter
but inspiration comes
from Life outside these walls
Reach that limit
Watch the birds fly above in complete aw
Take the time to move yourself the way the man above planned you to move
Just Take That Time!
Let not your whip clear my mind
the truth the fear of people
yield to unions fear or corporation
Now the mask of nonentity has been lifted for the world to see
That your voice was given with great personality,
It's difficult to be who you were predestined to be when the familiar faces you see only criticize your identity,
Is it the beginning,
where beginners dream of winning
or is it the end,
where dreamers decide on quitting?
Stay silent
Sit straight
Perfect hair
Perfect teeth
Perfect breast
Perfect house
Perfect parents
Perfect! Perfect! Perfect!
Maybe,
Or maybe not
Are you going to the strike?
Or are you heading home?
There’s a commotion in the streets!
I already know!
For the governor decision
The people don’t like at all.
Nonsense to me is a metaphor for a lot of things.
Just like when your body craves for the answers
to your question when you dream. So for me looking
at life is using nonsense as glasses, because for me to
Raindrops fall
From the crystal clear sky
Passing layers of life
Just passing them by
Going on a journey
Through the emptiness of air
Headfirst to the ground
Waiting to get there
(poems go here) Raindrops fall
From the crystal clear sky
Passing layers of life
Just passing them by
Going on a journey
Through the emptiness of air
Headfirst to the ground
Waiting to get there
How can a world be so cruel,
where people are ashamed of who they are?
They hide to fit in,
to live ashamed,
to live for another day.
Where the rich have so much,
the poor nothing at all.
Of the darkness
emerging from
our souls, beyond
threshold of
the black mire
falling
headfirst
into the pits
dying, our souls
why must you sit here and throw your life, why must you let your children do whatever the hell they want, Just so you know that is not ok, you can blame who ever you want for the reason why you do the things you do, But me myself I blame you for t
There is a whisper in the forest
It sits on the edges
of consciousness,
Creeps into conversation
and says:
I
Am
Here.
Leave the trees and the whisper
is lost.
The footsteps
How do you expect me to speak,
When every time
I try to speak, you
Shut
Me
Down.
How do you expect me to speak,
When every time
I try to speak, you
Throw
Insults
At
Me.
Click.
Spark.
Light
The dark.
Just keep the flame from engraving its mark.
The viscous amber, the salty indigo
Are able enough to crawl up your arms.
They can feast on your festering flesh
Mad you say?
No you’re wrong
What’s the point?
Nothing will change
An eye for an eye, that’s a sad way to live
Moving on is easier, now I can see
Someone out there is hurt more then I
I’ll never forget what you told me when I was in the hospital.
You said the next time I try to kill myself,
I need to make sure I go though with it.
That’s the moment I knew how much of an effect the flap of a butterfly
I stand in the bathroom in a starbucks and im looking at myself
In the mirror, right
And I feel sorry
Sorry, yeah
I don’t know exactly
To Whom It May Concern
That I am sorry
Maybe to me
A man on a couch.
Jason--on a couch.
Slowly I can see the muscles tighten into place.
Small Semi-Circles form under the windows,
And a smile rests comfortably on his face:
Comfortable where no one knows
Gazing into the bowels of the beast known as Boomtown
I watch as its victims succumb to the temptations
The depravations
The unending depreciation
Of small-town America
All sparked by a foul-smelling black fuel.
He says, “We can’t afford it.”
Please don’t listen to him.
They say I’m just a piece of tissue,
But I am living and breathing within.
You will make a life changing choice,
If only you can hear my voice.
My song sings millions
Though words are mute
Mute the chaos, the slander, the world—
The world needs to hear my song.
I measure my time on this train ride.
I think on it, lying in its prickly embrace
I think about how slow it moves,
and how fast it runs out
What if I told you that I’m lost?
So can I be found…?
What if I told you that everyone hate me?
So does love truly exist…?
What if I told you that I can’t change?
But everyone wants me to…
Dear Corey John,
We almost made it to adulthood and then... senseless violence took away what could have been.
A young athlete with so much talent and potential, his personality impressed on his peers, so influential.
In the beginning,
There was a God for all
A fierce parent
Loving and righteous.
But men bent him
In their own image-
A lily-white God with blond hair
Fair and beautiful
And biased.
Oh wretched soul consumed by darkness
The cold...cold...darkness.
The pain and hatred your soul have seen and felt,
brings the stars to tears.
It amazes me how you continue to strive towards the future,
There is a strong sense in the air
When we see what you are doing is not fair,
The sheep follows your lead
Because you keep telling those lies that you feed
You think it manipulates our minds
Because bad things happen
And then life gets hard
Hope is lost along the way
But you must hold on
Because giving up is not an option
And failure means defeat
My People & I
We are Perceived as the Enemy
We are the black coffee to your vanilla
The Racists claim that we are bitter
But better than that is what we are
My People & I
We are a beautiful race
Everyone has dreams.
Only few wake up and chase them.
The sleep are sheep.
who can't release,
grips, from the nation.
Stricken in poverty.
This can't be life,
Obviously.
GOD didn't put us here
This is no thanksgiving, No gifts or laughter,
Its a hidden story, of pain and disaster
I speak of many paths, full of tears and blood baths,
I speak for the victims of hatred and wrath.
I am always with you
In your head, In your soul
You are so full of light
But I am nothing but darkness
Right and wrong, black and white;
elude the shadows of the night.
Never leave and never here,
what else is there for you to fear?
Whispers carried in the wind,
truths that never yield nor bend.
It’s been 1296480 hours since slavery was abolished,
54020 days since the black man was freed.
148 years that segregation based on color has been deemed foolish,
Only 15 decades since equality.
Words on a page are poetical,
ten-thousand voices are musical.
Both combined are so beautiful;
God's wonderful gift called song.
Leave me not a message,
but a poem, if you can.
(poems go here) The wind it sits, highly enthroned,
Its voice a commanding power,
Pulling over trees into prostrate positions, mocking humility.
The wind, when edged voice speaks,
Stridently spoken, bold-hemmed terms,
Tonight she dreams of her village
Woven in her thoughts as reeds in a basket
Her brown hands clinging to her child
Suckling, its black eyes shimmering
Its mind transported to a space where grass
Grows golden
You better
watch your back
i’ve been reading
up on Ghandi
i’ve got no
secret legions
but i’ll tell you
what you might
already know
i’m an ivy league
smart ass and
i love my tone
Belief
My belief is that we all have a place in this world
And that no matter the obstacles that we may face
And the disadvantages that we are born into
Does not mean we are any less than human
A single tear holds the most sorrow
A day was here, next there's no tomorrow
A dreamer lost up in his cloud
Reality had to bring him down
Who holds the future now?
I belong to heirs who were kings and queens
Yet somewhere my royals were deceived
Token stolen with no explanation no fear no regret
Killing much of my people hope for over 400 years
Yet still I belong.
I belong
BOOM!
Goes the sound of a bus backfiring
As it leaves a stop with no passengers
Once again
The bus driver silently laments to himself
And hopes the boycott will be over.
This is For
This is for the filth,this is for slime for scum people who believe what ever they see and want is
for the taking. The one that lives in shame and the one who care about nothing but their self.
This is For
This is for the filth,this is for slime for scum people who believe what ever they see and want is
for the taking. The one that lives in shame and the one who care about nothing but their self.
Life.
We were once small infants that knew nothing about the world
We grew into a new, human with opinions and beliefs
Sometimes we get so rapped up in it all we loose sight of what is right
Society, Society, Society
It whispers in my ear
Leaves it stings
And never fails
Using me as its target
I live in a dream
My own reality
I live in a meadow
Where I find myself
I live on a balcony
My own aerial view
I live in tomorrow
My own today
America. Land of the free.
A land where you can get married based on the gender you were born with, but not based on who you fall in love with.
America. Land of the free.
There has to be a bigger world out there somewhere
I know there has to be higher intelligence other than us
Or am I downsizing the human race for what it really is?
Rich, poor, Black, or White.
does it matter if you can't see me at night?
I Am Human First.
If I am to be one thing,
let me be transparent.
No, not to fade off this earth.
Let me reveal the dreams I nurture within me.
Let my past be exposed.
Let my inspirations and drives
radiate through me—
I have a gender. I was born a woman therefore I have fear.
I have fear. I am taught at a young age to fear the monsters that come out at night.
I am exhausted;
Tired of all of the childish games,
The bickering,
The lying,
The constant putting down
Of anyone
That crosses your path,
That gets in your way –
No matter who they are
I am alone, yet not lonely.
I am unique, although I am just like you.
I love, but I am not in love
I care, and do not let myself be cared for.
I wish, and cannot hope.
I am living, yet I am not allowed to live.
I often look to the yellow lillies in the garden on campus
Friends pass me and time shifts
Is it not the success that people want?
Or perhaps it's the driven motive in which we attempt to strive
Unjust it truly is,
(poems go here) Besieged spaghetti western town:
Lend me your scene!
I’ll ride in all macho on my
steed named Voltage
gutting rapists and swirling ice cream.
I’m all gun and games.
BAM
BAM
BAM
I exist but do I really?
I talk but what am I saying?
I walk but where am I heading?
I touch but am I feeling anything?
I eat but can I consider it tasting?
I hear but am I listening to something?
The Other Side
Egyptian.
What does it mean to be?
Me, I would not know
any more than a fish knows
to survive above water.
How would I know?
We went from being treated as dogs to acting like monkies
We went from being chained to acting a fool with a chain
We lost our way On the road to peace
The white man aint a threat It's the niggas in the street
I love the outdoors, and the sunshine.
I love walking with my boyfriend, and spending time with my family.
I love enjoying life, and thinking about the bright future that lies ahead of me.
So, what don't I love?
Waking up to sunlight warming my cheeks
Streaming in through white shutters
Stumbling into the kitchen
Cookies for breakfast
And a cold shower
For dessert.
I start my chemistry homework
If I could ask one question of my Lord
How would I pick from all I do not know?
What is the meaning behind His Word?
If I could ask one question of my Lord
How did he think to create the world?
Chicago shall rise again.
This phrase, from ashes rose
But I see a city again with flames rising high
Not of fire but of hatred, racism and crime.
A Chicago whose politicians are varied
I always hear
But I don’t always listen
All your yelling, all your fighting
Yes your temper, it has risen.
Little ones inside your graves
futures taken before they were made
you don't deserve to leave this way
people praise your fallen status
in the name of vengence and hate
claiming god told them to be this way
Sometimes life can be much too much for you.
Certainly it is for everyone else.
The Bible says to build each other up,
So why do so many people tear down?
We should all share the love and hide the hate,
Here stands before you, a young man; here stands before you,
A brother; here stands before you, a son and most of all, a walking statistic
That society deemed a failure even before my conception.
Give that I will
Give that I must
They let me walk
They let me run
But I'm forced to crawl while they have fun
They take my keep
They make me weak
They give demands
I don't comprehend
PHASE I
I have big dreams with standards set high
The same-old same-old, with me, won’t fly
I live in a country whose president looks just like me
Don’t know who he’s working for yet, but we’ll see
Dragging, Lagging
You don't seem to mind
Hauling, Falling
They're getting behind
The well's run dry
But what do you do?
You spend and you lie
About what they've gone through
Dragging, Lagging
The world around me is full of glass bubbles,
stronger than soap and yet too fragile to cuddle.
I exist in a place of friendship and foes,
daily struggles and exaggerated woes.
I live in a home of joy and despair
Do you sit rigid on the wilting whisps of winter’s winds
Do you lie restless amongst the still of stars that dare not sway
Do you dance gingerly against the pressing tips of rush and risk
Go on,
they say.
Step into the water,
hold onto the ledge.
Kick your legs,
float.
Follow my lead,
they say.
Let me show you the way.
Lean on me,
I'll hold you.
I'll help you.
Graveyard for the living
Is what I saw that day.
Reeked of death and decay.
Gray and dank, each tomb filled
With two or three dead ones.
The tombstones: poorly cut
Typed names, easily switched
My footsteps’ echoes tell me I’m alone;
But some were deep inside my soul I know I’m being followed.
Racing thru the doors,
To my escape from their clutches,
I feel a chill sweep down my back;
My face grows in you.
It's black, it's red, it's cold and blue.
My gaping expressions
Will swallow all metaphor
My sentiments
To putrify and abhor.
Lives that were ended
Before they’d begun
Songs that were silenced
Before they were sung
Dreams that were shuttered
Before they were dreamed
Wings that were tied
Before they could fly free
Do we not see the disguise
that lies behind
human eyes?
Come on society, say your goodbyes.
It's time to realize
and break old ties.
Statements that stay behind closed doors, they stay in the room
Hover above your head
Seep into your mind fall into your river of thoughts
Sink deep into your conscious
Straying off to your emotions
Here I lay
as helpless as you when you have the flu
defenseless
wanting love as you do
I eat I sleep I move
all of which we do together
I am in you
you and I are one
my only voice is yours
Condemned by the words and thoughts we use in this place we call our world
Being tricked by all the money and pearls
What about the reality of life at hand?
Where others are scared to make a difference by taking a stand.
I can’t rhyme
I look at my watch and tell time.
But does that mean I’m dumb
For feeling numb
In the winter.
Forgive me God,
My lord and savior.
For I have done things,
opposed to your favor.
But this you know,
and this you have seen.
So it is no secret-
My soul is unclean.
Whats up with all this terrorism, racism, crime, and poverty?
It must be in result of all this sovereignty,
Or maybe because we've made this idea of reliability a novelty.
Do we expect everyone to just win the lottery?
i remember starting kindergarten and having so much fun but then that fun ended in grade one with a spunk to say your fat and as other kids began to join i remember that i only had one friend in grade four and then none no one to talk to when it
I'm ready to float away on a cloud
and let the wind blow me away
and stop me when I'm where I belong.
I wanna get away, get away, get away
and push away the fact that I'm human
Etchings in the sun,
Etchings on the earth,
Manmade happiness
on every corner.
Give our children wings of gold
to fly
and reach their dreams
But dreams imply a fantasy
Her pathway was blocked
But her heart had paid the price...
Her soul would speak of blue skies!
But she thought happiness was a disease.
Her mind tortured the grass as it grew
(poems go here) All Hail! I, daughter of devoted Dolma,
Stand before you from the uppermost step of the world,
With a heart of fire, to share the many success of my venerable voice.
Stop.
You don’t need to try and impress
or dress up
or down
for me .
Because you are
human.
And not some kind of plaything
put here for anybody’s amusement.
I will always
stop
impressive (amazing)
how I can look at the ocean
Forget
competition, everywhere
my friends and I
goodbye, always
I try so hard
never enough
A Counsel Averting the Burning of Our World
By R. M. Otto
Nations crumble as blunderbuss reign
Life withdraws as we fall to rest
The continuity that is our being slips
A bottomless hole rests the weary
In the end we all resign
In this dark world.
We are all warriors.
Not with blades swords or a shield.
No, no of that we wield.
But we do defend with our hearts.
And attack with our mind,
Standing tall,
At first I was not, then I was.
Experiencing as a newborn does,
Identityless, but a solipsist.
The paradox, Prometheus.
Just the powerof one
Just the power of many
United by all we’ve become
I seize the day
Just what we’ve always wanted
Just what can never be reached
The colors of life seem brighter
The land of the once free is now a land of the condemned, a land of rape, a land of war, and a land of corpses. Ten’s, hundreds, thousands, and millions have died because of just nonsense.
Their faces patched
Strings holding them up
While a man holding a wooden cross
At the other end of the strings
Pulling at the life of a shrouded figure
Invisible strings
Their faces bright
Stop
Wait
Listen
Did I ever tell you, about the laughing Jester?
The one who lets his jokes fester?
Or the girl with the stars in her eyes
the one who left under October skies?
(poems go here) Dreams take one.
Are they round or are they square?
Does it fear risks or does it dare you to dare?
Does it taste sweet now and turns bitter in the end?
Twas a dark night when I heard that blow,
The dead silence in the night,
I thought nothing of it,
And I was a fool.
Twas a dark night when I heard that blow,
The dead silence in the night,
I thought nothing of it,
And I was a fool.
We fold our hands for prayer
While the world stops and stares
We lift our hands in praise,
While the world's battle cries raise.
We open our Bibles to read,
As the world fills with greed.
Defiantly
We stood,
When we were commanded
To sit.
Radically
We marched,
When we were ordered
To halt.
And ultimately
We died,
When we were advised
To live.
We
I am the dream catcher
Let me be your light
Let me hold you in the darkness
Let me tell you it's all right
Let me be your one and only
Let the nightmares flit away
Let me sing you a soft, sweet lullaby
Crawling like a serpent from a western world of ties.
To enterlace another culture with slavery in disguise.
At first the families welcome it, needy and deprived.
The mighty sweatshop voyager has finally arrived.
People dying every day,
hatred takes their lives away.
When will someone stand and say it doesn’t have to be this way?
Where is the courage?
"Inspiration"
I laugh, cry and think
smile-I feel it now..
Inspiration here to play a role
Flipped on like the light switch of my soul.
Dip this paint brush into color
for our world is dull
let us embrace every moment
with ambition of a raging bull
We will make a pact
and take it to heart
from here on out there will be no regret
Everyday we wage war
against othe countries
but in reality we are at war with ourselves
everyday we wage war
on our own people
calling them fags
calling them unholy
Violence ! violence ! violence!
why so much violence!
why treat your fellow being as inferior or pick on ?
If you cant buy life , dont oppress the poor!
Destined for greatness but weak in strentgh aint mean nothing!
Be unafraid to voice your opinion.
If you are afraid to voice your opinion,
Then you don’t accept it as your own.
If you don’t speak up for yourself,
Who will you speak up for?
I cry.
I cry every night
Every night because I know one day
One day me and my girlfriend will never marry each other because we're heterosexuals.
The mind truly sets the human free,
appreciate everything you got experiences and life, change perception, the way you see things,
Chase, capture and conquer the meaning of your reality,
My mother attempted to mother my sister and I,
On and off,
10 years of my life.
We looked up to her,
Not knowing how a good person should look or act,
Or how a mom should really be.
I want to feel how i did that day.
in the late nights of may.
I striped of the meat of chickens.
to barbque the meats.
Then I removed the feets.
I made good late night meals.
I am writing to you about this student,
Who is much quieter than most.
She hears the jeers as whispers,
No wonder she’s morose
Two girls want to go to prom with me but my school only would allow one. I can't choose between them because it's bring two or none. Damn that policy it just ruins all my fun.
All my life has been lived in a shadow.
No one being able to see who I really am.
I would step in front only to have man push me back.
Nothing seem to be able to be done.
The more I fought to get in front.
In the modern day of chaos, violence begets violence and the innocent try to stray,
From what they’ve come to know worse, all they can do is pray
sometimes i look at historythrough a microscopeand i feel so stingingly,gut-splicingly ashamedfor what happenedfor what is happeningfor what will happen
Actions that transpired to bring us a better today,
From the past to the present, paved the way,
The likes of you and I and the privileges we have,
Were once fought for and killed for on our behalf.
Blinded by the glamour naive to our rights
Seldom have we as African Americans taken advantage of our ancestor’s murderous fight.
Pants swing low Nigga(er) flown wild
Let’s Go Back!!
Let’s Go Back, back in time, where we began to rhyme
Singing hymns to kill times, of inequality,
let’s go back where we loved each other
while marching for justice
(poems go here) Free to be me, free to be you
That’s what they say, but is it true?
Taxed for housing and food, necessities of society’s view
Ideas of privatization of water, our natural right
Once upon a time there was a man with a dream of peace, a dream of unity, a dream of equality, a strong dream.
In Selma they start
Hand- in- hand
With love and warm hearts.
To be able to vote and be equal someday
This is their cry,
To Jesus they pray,
On that Bloody Sunday.
Many people said
Ignorance is bliss
But that’s only because
They’re business was at risk
The trading of slaves
And unpaid labor
Could only be achieved
If no one knew about the danger
The dream... of a determined man is defined by a person's character, by his goal, by his statue. His dream will continue in the hearts and souls of both the old and young generations. Dr.
Together as one we stand
The smell of equality is so sweet
Together as one we stand
Our thirst for freedom cannot be beat
One man had a dream
That dream asked us to put our preducies behind us
That one dream asked every person, balck or white to join hands and look past the obvious differences
Civil Rights, an act to be free
when all around segregation we see
Disrespect, no justice all the time
Segregation, a worldly crime
"Whites only" the sign reads
What does it really mean
Separation and segregation
Special privilege to others over needs
We obliged. We obliged. We obliged.
Today is the day for change,
Eyes up, Signs high,
Voices loud,
Jim Crowe has no hold anymore,
Chains are crumbling,
This is a revolution,
We are more than 3/5 of a man,
We are human,
On my hands and knees I pray
For this world to see a new, brighter day.
Not with the eyes of humans we should see,
But with the eyes of how it was meant to be.
Speaking, Acting, Learning,
On misogyny and bigotry,
Stepping up and sharing stories,
Personal experiences and opinions,
Everyone is not equal,
We're still in a place of hate.
I am bound to my chain
Never to be set free
The state of my confinement is one that is definite
A constant reminder that ensures my inhibition
For two different colors
To call the other “Brother”
Was a battle of pride,
A battle won by both sides
Divided by prejudice
And painted on lines
Each man took a side
And called the side “mine”
As I walked up to school I thought it was raining
But no it was just her spit.
I was looking for a friendly face smiling
Which was something I’d never get.
The “brilliant” plan wasn’t blossoming
Talking as if history started with slavery
look how far they've come
but look how far they could be
still rejected rights given to others
because they do not fit under the white umbrella
I kept silent
haunted by my self
the past
In pain, I once was
recalling a voice that was once home
mama
are you there?
Once happy
then taken
from the land of the sun
Now chained
and broken
the long night has begun
Faster
and harder
the work never ends
Fighting
to escape
the master's demands
My mother and father gave me birth,
they said I had extreme worth.
No brothers or sisters; no family or friends.
This is where my story begins.
I, the Obelisk,
see all.
Ambition, Corruption
Sorrow, Hope
Damnation, Rejection
This time, it's different--
Hate seems stronger
Progression drives them
Tradition brakes them.
Harriet was born a slave on a plantation
Working very hard day after day.
She made it without proper sanitation.
She was stuck in a situation like tape.
Harriet was a true righteous leader.
From the beginning,
We were made equal.
In the past, they didn't see t
That we were made equal
No matter what color of skin
No matter how full the lips, the body, or gentle flare of the nose,
The words of such a man
radiate through decades
they speak to every generation
they teach little children
they enlighten adults
they preach tolerance
they are a motto for some
There is a path just found behind the school
Rumors say what happened there was very, very cruel
I go to see the famous place
And find footsteps at the base
I follow it and hear a crack
The streets flooded
With the cries of the oppressed
The energy flowing
of humanity regressed
Eyes open
tears run down each face
of the cruelty and ignorance
of our own human race
First Amendment-
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, as long as said religion is Christianity.
Congress shall not prohibit the freedom of speech, so long as you remain silent.
We all have a heart
That beats for those we love
We all have a mind
That strives for beyond and above
We all stand for what's right
Even when push comes to shove
We all stand for what we believe in
The Civil War is 19th century news
Only talk about it in history when my brain is on a cruise
See the Civil Rights Movement ended years ago
And there’s just no more desire to know
Color is only a perception
Only visible waves of light
Where equality was only a deception
Where 'seperate but equal' was considered right
If God created us with equality, then why do we degrade eachother? Our Founding Fathers said that "all men are created equal", yet we ignore these words and judge.
My heart races.
My hands tremble.
I know I must stand up for what I believe in.
No matter the cost.
The price is great.
But I must be free.
This shadow covers me
It's so dark
They walk about
I can't give up
I'm deep in pain
Screaming for help
They are looking
They don't care
I am an animal
I AM their joy
But I need help
We Stand as One
Walking the streets to feel complete
No more segregation
We have now formed a whole nation
With a man that had a dream
That lead the movement to be free
We stand as one.
it sho would be nice ta live ina big house
with ma own fields a cotton an a handsome young spouse
wi' ma own servants to watch ova' the chores
i be off to the market an into the stores
I beat from within
The quiet river of life
Flowing through my veins
I crave another
To hear the tribal beating
On their red river banks
I want nothing
more than I want
To be loved
Watch them march in peacefully lines
Fighting for equality on their minds
Looking forward to a day with no hate
Looking forward to a day no one discriminates
Stand
Stand up with a straight back and a head tilted toward the heavens
Stand up with feet firmly on the ground and eyes on the prize
Down that dusty road there are people
Sitting in a seat
not accepting defeat
Rosa Parks took a stand
Speaking for the press
and being laid to rest
Martin Luther King Jr. paid the ultimate price
Freedom Riders
Fighting for freedom
Begging for mercy
Bravery was key
Twelve young people
Begging for their rights
Refusing to back down
Demanding change
I run and hide from
people, people
that I can't change.
I need somebody else
who can lead. Who can lead
this fight for equality?
It is because of that day in 1963
that blacks are capable of rising above all.
It is because of unity that I can express the real me
and conquer every single obstacle,
no matter how big or how small.
The bus windows lets me stare
at all those people that give no care.
Why should I stand when I pay the same fare?
We live here too, it's not your lair.
I can just imagine
Those warlocks cracking their knuckles
Preparing to play God
Pretending they know how
Justice denied at fourteen
Beaten, shot, dumped
Death finally claiming to end your pain
Where is justice I yell
An eerie response echoes
Not here at Tallahatchie River
Martin Luther King jr. fought for the termination of segregation.
In every establishment and in every foundation
He fought for equalization in every location
And fought without violence, just communication
We all are human, we all are born free
It only takes one to be the voice for thee
MLK rose high to be
One For All, to let the world see
The injustice and pain an action can be
And now, at least, we
Freedom isn't about color
Freedom isn't about race
Freedom isn't about gender
It's about Power
Power to act
Power to think
Power to speak
Power to be free
How many times a broken heart
Have to break before it stops to start?
How long when tears are cried and fears
Assigned will they continue to grind our minds
We hold to fear 'cause it makes sense
Let's think a minute
about the things
that
won't ever leave:
life
yourself
your right to happiness
If it's not good, it's bad,
and
if it's not right, it's wrong.
One heart, one mind
All of our fates, intertwined
Campaigns, rallies all for one cause
Because we as a nation, belong under God
Who made man in his own image
Gave us the power to make our decisions
Pushed to the side
and always passed by
I do the deeds
that are whipped out of me
You can not stand up
You can not say no
Just bow your head and say, yes sir
You do not think
You do not feel
Walls keep them from the game.
Eyes peer over the barbed wire.
The ref uses his stripes to keep them lame.
They peek over the wall as the ball flies higher.
Peel back the layers
Of oligarchy and
Hate
Before society finds it’s
Too late
Strip away all that is
Unjust
That derives from (wo)mankind’s insatiable
Lust
Greed that drives us to
Taken from home
seeing a whole new world
Being so young not knowing
what human trafficking really was
Until she saw men she didnt know
She Finally realized what it ment to be sold
As we remain "civil"
the world passes us by
As we remain "civil"
Brothers continue to die.
The rights that our ancestors fought for and "won"
Still have to be voted on
You said pardon the pun.
"Pull up the caboose," hiss'd Moses, moonlit
And fierce, the bandana like a red flag,
Signal of something si lent ly -"Don't drag!"-
Simmering in the blue night. Moses flit
Among the soot. White apron soon unfit
Every color in every nation
Let me enlighten you my friends
And share some inspiration
Opression on these streets were'nt built to last
Not every single person had the mind to grasp
Civil Rights Black and White United
For a greater cause of equality
We must treat others with respect
Please united to beat civil rights
And they said it would never be..
that is, the voice of equality
Who ever thought a right to vote
Surely not those who in the days were transported by a boat
Weeping and crying, dispair and disdain
When people had to live with prejudice they couldn’t bear.
They did what it took to make America fair.
If one lost hope, another would pull them through
Not only for them, but for decedents too.
Now you lay me down to sleep
The soul God prayed for you to keep.
Sentenced to die before I awake,
My life ended, because of one mistake.
even though I'm white
and you may also be white
we are so different
Difference is hard
it's not depicted on one
or two things its more
"Listen to me,"
A kid asked of you
"Listen to us!"
They begged you
"Listen to us!"
We have to demand.
You see nothing
In us, but anarchy.
Though we tried to reach
Out– to you,
We all deserve a chance right?
To fight with all our might for what we believe is right
Why should we let people tell us who we are?
They act like we're inferior and say we won't go far
Years ago a flame was lit,
a world divided, all people split.
Moves were made by those daring few,
some from bus seats, some from a pew.
A line that divided was intentionally crossed,
I was raised to hate the black man,
To spit as he passed me in the street.
I was raised to hate his wife, too,
The woman I never thought to meet.
Extra!
A boy yells from the sidewalk
Handing out factual ink
In exchange for a dime.
Extra!
"Black Man Sent to Prison."
Intellectuals are confused.
He committed no crime.
Extra!
It was cold that night
Love was gold that night
"Twentyfive to life," the judge screamed
He added an extra 25 because we fleed the scene
It was me, my brother Jacob, and Rob
Yank out the boundary and grip the independence.
Point out we can do whatever we want.
We the people, are trapped, but we attempt to grasp for the limitless
We try hard, sweat dripping down a scar, falling out of our palms.
Intolerance. A beauty that is unjust.
When can the flame be dampened with the sweetness of your tit? Your honey bunches of oats.
You’re racism, sexism, and you’re holy holy holy holy holy holy holy holy sacrilegious holiness.
Colors dripping down the canvas
Blending into a solid line
A gentle breeze rushing the drops
To one side
Then the crosswind
Brushing the drops to the other
A pattern of nature
A pattern of color
I never knew I would be afraid to speak
So sick of each thought being made into nothing
No longer comfort I was trying to seek
Freedom is like a cage,
a limit, a small amount of space.
Freedom is like a chained dog,
you can only try and run away.
Every ones Freedom is different,
Every ones lives are different.
They say we are equal.
Why the bullying?
Do you think it's fun?
Is it satisfying?
The way you treat them?
They say we are equal.
A woman once asked me
What does it mean to be free?
As I pondered this question, I though
Freedom is the ability to be me
A woman once asked me
What does it mean to be free?
As I pondered this question, I though
Freedom is the ability to be me
My rights are my rights/ got infinite time to put up a fight/ going through the system/ listen to your mther respect your father/ dont speak out/ dont stand tall/ fit the mold of the kid that will work till they get to old/ my dream job unattain
How long will we wait
The sun's burnt on us and you won't do one goddamned thing
but you were never here
We'll get along
It's bigger than you
Not me
Not us
But you
Dreams are the gateway to the heart and soul
Dreams are not to be taken for granted
Dreams are meant to be followed and acknowledged
Dreams are to provide hope for a better future
It took me three months to muster up the courage to talk to her,
six, to ask her out,
nine, to make her mine.
She put the same amount of sugar in her coffee every time,
and she taught me how to dance
Water fountains, buses, and diners built as barriers to hold us apart. The men and women of a country built on morals that should strike us deep in the heart. Men beaten because they may talk a little differently.
Civil rights are for you and me,
for we need personal liberty.
Whether one is black or white,
freedom of speech is worth the fight.
We can carry a gun, it's our free agency,
Strength isn’t always about who has the largest biceps,
The thickest calves,
The most powerful triceps.
Strength isn’t always about who can lift the most,
Who can throw the farthest,
Whose won fights to boast.
Why do you cry?
I cry because I am a second-class citizen.
Why do you feel that way?
I feel this way because I am said to be no more than 3/5 of a person.
How are you gonna feel better?
Fear and oppression
Our words shunned by those who looked down on our people
Hate, divided us
But our will was unbreakable
Our courage made us strong
Words were our weapon, united we stood
There once was a man who said, "I have a dream."
This man's dream was to be more than what he seem.
To not be classified simply by color, but to be equal by each other.
I say im gon spitt pour out my soul write out heart see through my flow rhyming so slow
Get better with time my essence running through learning all my lessons
Counting all my blessings
Finding all of my questions
People Red
Meet People Blue,
Forming a Purple hue,
They see, they know, Unity’s role.
Where Red and Blue meet
Purple edges are burned,
No one must see, know,
The beauty of inbetween.
White men had the right,
Just pass a test,
And fill out the ballot,
But African Americans and women could not,
Why were we restricted?
Because of you, our cities sleep,
Like a shepherd's eyes over his sheep.
A life fulfilled, a dream began,
Unite the hearts of simple men.
With Christ by my side,
I will find my home.
As long as he is in my heart,
I shall never be alone.
Every day we wait
And wait, and wait
Wait for our truth
Our justice
Our rights
But they never come.
Media purports them
Politicians revoke them
But the people never receive.
"I have a dream"
he said loud and clear
"I have a dream"
broke through the thick air
many applauded in hope
hope that one day
all men and women
be treated equally
marches began
Together we are One
We are no different
Personality must overcome all appearance
It makes no sense to ignore them from existence
There should be no difference
Because we are all different
A century before,
Not quite a distant enough memory
brother fought brother
on an all too familiar soil.
Fight, they said.
Puncture the minds of those who choose not to listen.
Free your voice.
Let yourself be known.
Fight, they said.
Persist upon your rights to be.
Unbound, unarmed.
Fight.
Who are we? We are this nation’s backbone.
Individual, hardworking people united together.
We will fight for, demand, and take our rights
We are equal.
Who are we? We are this nation’s backbone.
Individual, hardworking people united together.
We will fight for, demand, and take our rights
We are equal.
Knocked down
We were the forgotten sons
We fought against Jim Crow and the KKK
We took their hate
Transformed it
Into a different state
Refelected it
And we were able to liberate
As I walk down the street
I see children playing
innocence.
They don't care about you're
race, gender, or difference
acceptance.
During a horrific war
That divided our country in two
Abraham Lincoln freed all African Americans
From their chains of bondage
Those who wrote the law
full of special holes
riddled with exceptions
Their money flows
their hands reach
They claim power
but natural rights they cannot bend.
This inherent power
Still happening.
Marched for nothing?
Television tells me that,
we did not win the rights we asked for.
As women,
as men,
as people.
People in a society that should consider us that,
People.
How much does it heart to see a young see a young girl twirk?
While her great-great grandma had to work, work, work.
Out in the field all day, there was no time to play
Black and white are as opposite as the sun and the moon.
People can be so thick skulked, like stuck in a cocoon.
Even if the colors are on the opposite sides of the color wheel.
But judgment is what all people can feel.
I’m talking to you
Hey There you!
Pull Up your pants, how dare you walk around like that and call yourself a man
Pants hanging low, you should be ashamed of yourself
That’s the reason why they created “The Belt”!
Humans
Our rights have come slowly
Truman with equality
Brown vs. Board mixing races
Things are changing for humans
Emmett Till beaten and shot
Accusers walk and talk
How does this happen to humans
I've overcome…
From the whips and chains..
I've overcome…
From the bitter taste and sinking pains..
I've overcome…
From the shackles and wounds that burn all day..
I've overcome…
This is a Rise^
For All of Those who have Died
in order to keep the Living Hope Alive
This a Rise^
For All of those who wear a disguise
There's no need to hide
That day I protested the draft.
I don't believe in what they are doing.
Why should I fight for that?
unimaginable,
Unexpected,
Terrible.
That was how that day went.
Don’t walk on Sunrise!
Don’t look in our eyes!
Don’t shop where we shop!
Cut cane and don’t stop!
I stand up and look around me
Only to see a land that was once free
Now corrupted more than the dead sea
Government and politics will be the death of me
Communism disguised as democracy
here they come, riding on the two buses that would have changed the world, here they come, the freedom riders here they come.
Do You Remember,
When Martin Luther King Jr said he had a dream to be considered equal to white people?
I Did once too.
Do you remember,
When Rosa Parks said No, when she was riding on the bus?
"All of you boys best move right now!" yelled the officer.
I did not move, for I was unafraid.
Dr. King said we must not move, so I do not move.
"If ya'll don't want to listen, I'll get the hose"
Rosa Parks made quite a fuss
when she didn't move to the back of that bus
And what about MLK
whose dreams never got washed away
I have a dream he said
even on his death bed
fighting for his people
It seems that each and everywhere I turn there is a right taken
Are they truly mine or is it true that my rights are truly forsaken?
Each and every one of us have a voice they say!
I am the man who killed Jim Crow.
We Were separate but equal./
Armed with education and soul,
A nation free as an eagle./
The sting no longer comes.
With every crack of the whip, I just wait.
I simply wait to lose consciousness,
Wait for the blood to spill,
I hope this time it spills enough,
Maybe if I'm lucky,
Chained down with metal unseen by the naked human eye
We were a mass paradox
Living in a country of freedom and liberty
But yet, not fully free
Foundations of these lands were marked by the free and the brave.
Through history of the past, fights were fought to make others understand
Settlement and sacrifice, journey through many cultures which made it grand
Through death,
Through darkness,
Take a breath
They’re harmless.
With God in your heart,
His light as your guide,
Enemies will be torn apart,
Their hands will be tied
Once united
Now divided
Forced to move
For the greed of whites
Stript of their pride
Stript of their freedom
Forced to leave their homes
To live their lives as slaves
Words, just words a man speaks,
but they cradle me in wonder.
Maybe if I wait a little longer
and I march a little stronger
How can you speak for a time that hasn’t even touched you?
Or has it?
Sitting there with your curly brown hair with eyes that ,
don’t even seem like they would belong to that skin color.
Hey Martin, Hey Martin, would you be proud
If you were live to see the way that we live?
You fought for civil rights, justice, and diversity
Now blacks, whites, and Hispanics are together in unity
In the beginning, there was darkness.
There was no room for sense,
No room for differences.
But one day, a light suddenly appeared.
There was laughter and tears,
Celebration and mourning,
Let’s be clear about one thing.
Our government is in the midst of devils in disguise.
We played advocate in the classroom,
not realizing that we were mimicking the true actions of a Walker.
Confused and scared,
I struggle through life completely unaware.
Why am I here?
When will my purpose appear?
Questions roll around in my head,
Where have I been led?
Destiny, is it real?
Verse 1:
Sometimes I wanna runaway,
But I can't find the words to tell you I'm not gonna stay,
So I'm just gonna say
"You don't belong to me, your washed up, your so fake"
My name is Unimportant
Said the Homeless man
He sat on the stairs
Waiting for admission
What kind
We will never know
The Whipping of my body, tattered
Will never leave my soul a’battered
I will one day ascend these fields
And see this country for what it yields
Not to slave, but to citizen
To the brave, who peril this denizen
I’m nineteen years old.
Old enough to buy a pack of cigarettes,
but young enough to die from their toxins if I start using them now,
or ever.
I’m nineteen years old.
I look around at the world of which I'm a part of,
and then I always ask a simple question:
Where is all the love?
I cannot be at peace when people are not free.
This is not how we were meant to be.
I'm token cuz I'm broken tryna escape reality.
Tired of my mind, soul, body, my fuckin family.
I reside in the demise of suicide,
These thought's rushin in and outta my mind. Not fine.
What does it mean to be human?
Does it imply we are utterly fallible and cruel?
Always concocting excuses for our mistakes
“Oh, I’m only human”
Homeless and single as a bill
Their treated like roadkill
When inside they are very ill
They cry for help and food
But still the stingy world is yet cruel
A cry for attention is not all they seek
I am standing on the edge
This is it
Brisk, breezy, chills rack my spine
Here I am
There’s no road going back
Things will never be the same
This human life inside of me
Growing, stretching, breathing
Have you ever stood there with the light shinning with a hint of dark?
The light shining the rain falls from the sky
You ever wonder with no thought
As you walk alone, never to find yourself alone
All the lies they told me should send someone to PRISON/and yet it has on the account of no JUDGES decision
"How?", so often the question is asked/
Well, like this/
old man yamamoto was deafer than forests
like someone had spun clouds in his ear drums
wrinkles spanning deeper than canyons
sometimes we wondered
if dust storms quieted their journey of fury
Books hold out their hand for me to take.
Shelves wrapped their protective arms around me.
Holding onto my written secrets and wishes dearly.
Inviting me to dream along with them.
She sits on a blustery corner trying to find some relief from the cool breeze.
A sniffle and sneeze is muffled by the roaring traffic.
Yet among her tattered clothes and rickety, wooden stool, something is quite beautiful.
“Bah dump Bah dump”:
The beating of empathy’s heart,
Open to all pain,
Not walled up, protected or smart.
Every toil of nice
Becomes empathy’s vice.
He can’t be protected
Like those hearts of ice.
He struck the bell
and it tolled
great sound rolling
across the land
With all Her heart
Freedom sang
and rang
with great power that still hangs
An eternal echo by His hand
A free spirit
Dancing at the edge of the wind.
A unique personality
The world is his to discover.
Small, unnoticed--
Yet he can change this world.
I am a lost child
Fighting for a lost cause
Of that lost generation
My people are often misunderstood
My people are often looked over
My people are lost
At least that’s how we’re described
Age
In the night
they seek young girls for their amusement
sometimes
they hunt with bait
dripping with honey
sweet words
nice calls
pretty gifts
they crave injustice
like its a bigmac
When the body dies, where do the thoughts go?
Dreams stay just dreams?
Do lost ambitions remain what could have been?
Are the emotions once so drastic simply just pretend?
a single mom with nowhere to go,
a little boy looking for home.
a teenage druggie who followed the
wrong path,
a middle school girl facing her
drunk father’s wrath.
a woman who chose to run from abuse,
killing us off like worthless flies
citizens not, it was all just lies
and we cry out salty tears
to hide, cowards, from our fears
lost all morals and ethics and trust
In some countries women are only born to take care of kids,
And some men are empowered to chose how he lives,
Couple wives, what happened to monogamous marriages,
It's crazy, but this is how we live,
A table prepared
A meal for two
A King and His guest
He pours the red wine
The guest indulges
Laughing out loud
Not seeing his King
Not seeing His frown
It’s about time us who have yearn will be
honor in our means.
It’s about time, the celebration will meet
the accomplishments which come to
light in making history.
If I have freedom of religion,
Why am I ostracized for my beliefs?
Why do people argue with me?
And try to sway me to their side
When I say I do not believe in God.
If I have a freedom of speech,
We already have a bad rep
It's been going on since the beginning of time
But I will not take this no longer
Because now it's time to stop
There is no heart but in the living,
no home but you, on whom I call.
When my soul soars high and dreaming
heart and home will break my fall.
The world is constant motion streaming
past my eyes too fast to see.
Chains locked at my feet with the key outta reach
My soul lost among many other thoughts
Fear in their eyes and their tears on the floor
The history of me, felt this way before
I break the rules
In school
At home
On the streets
The police
Seem to find me a fool
Cuz I break the rules
I need to bend
To shift
To change