As the government cleans itself,
With love as its fire.
I want to melt the chains of oppression with my own firey heart.
I wish for peace and to be unrestrained.
Why keep the poor man behind bars,
While the rich man can pay his way out?
I have seen the ugly face of domestic violence.
I have witnessed racist snickering.
But I know that none of this is natural.
All these issues are man made.
I do not believe in rulers.
I believe in the mother earth.
I am a daughter of this world.
The breathe of life is my proof.
The earth has seen the begining of our time
And will be the last to watch it end.
I would like to die knowing that I have tooken this life in my hands.
That I have fought for my values.
My greatest fear is being a waste to those that have sacrificed for me.
As I tred upon the lonely streets,
I imagine a world that is built on hope not on backs.
Knowing, that the gift of a human mind
Is enough a tool to create the justice and change.
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realidealist97
I have known about poetry almost my entire life but it was not until I ran away from home in which I felt I started truly needing it. I felt that my very skin was uncomfortable to be in. My passions have always been for artistic things that require a unique thing: emotional intelligence. This means that when I write I am writing things I have learned in a deeper sense than factual knowledge. When I write these poems they come from a hidden place in my persona where I am free of all the materialistic restraints of the world. My name Real Idealist comes from the real meaning of idealism that I identify with. An Idealist is part of the Idealist movement, the word Idealist rooting from the word "idea." Ideas are undying. I am 17 currently, born in 1997 and wish to make a difference to the community of speech that has helped me through many times. I live with my mother only, having to go through a traumatic time with my father. If I had not gotten a restraining order and had so much love from my mother, I think I would be in a lot worse shape than I am in today. Today I am looking at the future and hoping to be warmed by its light. :)
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