'freedom'
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I’ll never leave the fantasy of
The life I’ve always wanted:
A bird become free, as I can see;
Yet is a world never imparted.
When I was a little girl
Pain was like a friend of mine.
It played with me on merry-go-rounds.
It slid with me on slides.
It was my shadow on hot summer days.
When I was a little girl
Pain was like a friend of mine.
It played with me on merry-go-rounds.
It slid with me on slides.
It was my shadow on hot summer days.
Blossoming remorse
Sage scented lies
Blank minds begging to be divorced from themselves
Discouraged by the aroma of the room.
Declining souls mourn for deciphering
Oh, sweet liberty.
The graphite scratches along,
so now I am free.
Free to feel all things
Liberated emotions
My heart holds no rules.
Thank you, poetry,
Words tied to my feet,
Weighing me down while I leave a trace.
A trace no one will follow, but I lead.
I look back at the mess I made and see a pool of tears I had left that were caused by these words.
Quiet and unsure,
Shaking and scared
With a stutter so obscure
The words wouldn't come out
They asked again,
Freedom,
Freedom is great,
But freedom is just a word.
That never goes unheard.
Freedom is a noun,
But it's also just a sound.
Take me to the world where there is peace all around
The world which has no bounds
Where no one hounds
The only surface covered with love
Where hate is no longer a word
Past
she took the face of her palms
and lifted them to the lonely cloud
wishing, hoping for
even a drop to
kiss her hand
to, tell her it will
be okay
believing it was
only for her
Thank you, sir,
for your service.
You changed the world for so many.
You help to give us the right to deciede.
You made love obtainable for so many again.
The red, white, and blue
Dear Home,
Every time,
I march out the front doors of the airport,
Gazing over the crowd of families,
Tears trickle down my cheeks,
Driver required / for destination undefined. / With the mind being the vehicle of choice / and fantasy fueling the dreams and the voice / on the venture to discover the greatest of joys.
Dear Depression,
You pretended to be my friend.
Pretended that nobody else loved me except for you.
Don’t you know you suffocate me?
My Overalls by Jasmine Exinia
Dark blue jeans Minnie on the pocket
Skechers lighting up when she stomps
Little girl in overalls just having fun
What was once said to me ?
Constantly to the ear, in whispers and sighs?
I'm leaving home for the first time.
And it's kinda scary,
I don't know what I'm up against.
There's a future I can call mine,
Out in a great big world
Where I'm on my own, without friends.
Once upon a time I would have said "no"
but I wasn't in control,
and I never was in control. Because when you pinned me down in the cold dungeon you call a bedroom, there was no escape.
Land of gold
A workers paradise
That's what we stood for
Working hard with all our might
People from all over the precious globe
Trying to start a new
They knew it would not be easy
O say can you see
What our country could be?
What so proudly we hailed
Has been desperately assailed.
Founded on freedom's hope
Now we can barely cope
With racism and debt,
America, the beautiful.
You have burned your amber waves,
Belonging to young girls who were told they would never be beautiful.
You have locked them up in caves.
What is good and tasteful? Is it to follow what has been force-fed to me? If so, tell me please Is my kind evil and disgraceful? Were We more fit as slaves of your ideals? What is true beauty to an African in America, is as vision to a blind man.
Look how beautiful she is.
Look at her dress, how it shines in the light.
Look at her nails, painted just right.
Look at her hair full of diamonds and gold.
Rising and falling
History on repeat
Bombs and endless wars
We all must always compete
Fighting to the death
Living to the brink
Fathers holding guns
Mothers burying sons
Trapped on an island and rotting inside
The world is cruel and I despise
The raft I built is standing strong
It has to get me to where I belong
The fish are leaving so I must too
America— The wonder of the West.
The country when, at its worst, is the best.
America, everyone’s dream destination,
Tell me, what is destined for our nation?
The American Dream has become a nightmare.
Where in this land does the freedom reign?
State of the nation? More like power and separation
The separation that the parties teach
To hate one another, Instead of appreciate each other
Religious freedom you ask?
You must've heard it from the settlers.
Who dares question my right to believe?
We must've fought for our freedom not yours.
I am a prouduct of immigrants.
What’s the first thing you think of
When you hear America?
Is it freedom?
Or do you think of corruption?
They say it’s the home of the free
Visualization is all I see
I visualize us of being free
Tears and shawdows of all the dark dreams
Maybe I just want us to be alive and free.
Being who you are and remaining true
Breathin’ in, I know I’m breathin’ in;Breathin out, I know I’m breathin’ out;I do not seek the doubt, I’m freedom bound;But the pain inside’s got me feelin’ down;Please give me the love of Jesus now;
I will hold you.
For the sake of the rivers I swam to love you,
I will hold you.
I will hold you,
I know; forever.
As that is the way of loving someone.
I will hold you, yes.
And at last-
I am breathing.
It is labored
and it mourns
what could have been,
but-
I am breathing.
And you are no longer my oxygen.
In the wonders of my mind
I've been lost for many years,
Without a doubt or a fear
I am completely me
Feel the cold against your skin,
The want of something warm to burrow in,
Today wasn’t a good day, was it?
I know you want to hide,
