Liberty

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So many poems these days remind me of a college poetry class presentation. Not the students who genuinely want to be there there. No, the students who took the class for an easy A and are now forced to write to pass the class.
He created me from the clay that He created you with My heart chants your name My eyes brim with unshed tears
Started out, Observation of 2 other entrepreneurs, Watching them make money, Started to burn my head.   Knowing I had the ability, Match them head on instead, Asking friends to join me,
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,
Dear Me,   Soon, you’ll see, very soon, when the moon’s out, In a glorious afternoon where it’s rare  To see her scout amongst the chaos ‘round, You will see a girl starring eastbound and,
Dear Oppressors,
The injustice,  The stupidity,  The sadness,  The rage.    This year has shown,  The world's a big stage.  The villains on one side,  Good versus bad.   
Text me when you're home Safely Did you eat? I can buy you something Gave you all my love All I could give But what I couldn't do was Forgive
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." 
so now i await  this awful fate  to drown in a flood  of innocent blood  to choke on reality  because it was too much for me  so now i wait  for this awful fate  of a red tidal flood 
The Beauty Of A Dove It's sad. So sad I want to cry A little girl grows up- Then waves good-bye She finds within her heart, a love So deep, so true- The beauty of a dove
From a time of strife,a nation was born of freedom. Ideals placed on parcement,now is know across the globe. For a nation is for the people,yet the people make the nation.
America is a place of love ,  a gift given from the lord above . a place for chances and for life,  being successful comes from strife. times will be hard , times will be trying
Where I’m from, The ocean hugs the coast And kisses the sky To remind the sun and Moon That it is in charge.  
Strange fruit swinging in the rain, waves crashing against the stern of the ship, feet marching upon weeping waterfalls, words on faded papyrus, constituting nothing more now than when the ink was waiting to dry.
For all the lives lost and the wars won you would think America would stand by its national anthem where we are all equal.
The war on drugs still rages on In the slums of harlem, the slums of detroit. We pride ourselves on a free market but the most Free of all is one we do not allow.  
My America is yours too Our America is colorful It is sprinkled with all types of race dashed with culture with handfuls of acceptance Our America is full of love love for others and love for itself  
A New Americana   A nation built on heretics, immigrants, outcasts, Believed they had found solace and peace at last,
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.
  I once felt at liberty on this solid ground That once was called the home of the free. But liberty lost is hard to be found again Now I can't speak the truth that I believe.
America pledged a sugar coated liberty To sweeten such bitter remorse. Yet her heart burned by trepidity When she hid her wounds with words.   She sang a twisted song, Her lyrics laced with dread
America oh, America. A nation home to many. America oh, America. The foundations of your values have been revered by many. Liberty is your creed, Freedom is what you bleed, yet many still feel agony.
We the people, who have lived thus In freedom of speech and freedom of press, We the people, who haven't caused trouble, But have voted for leaders that we thought right,
She stands a witness to history's changes And winces at corrupted exchanges The howls of her children burn her ears As liberty bursts into tears Unable to fight back; unable to save
Twenty score years ago, and some The evil merchants crossed the waves Gleeful as they raped and pillaged Their cargoes of dark-skinned slaves
though some few years since Bending Toward Justice storied treatise hot off the pressriveting, nauseating, disquieting wanton venomous unfairness, tremendous
Pursuit of happiness, liberty, and life, tell yourself that it is how it is But where’s happiness and liberty when there’s no life to begin with? Don’t make no sense   Ever since 2008, Obama has been on the debate
Shy, cry, bye and why Look me in my eyes, and you still lie Tears swelling, questioning how I will get by Water weight dropping, I've ran myself dry I'm a wreck, be honest, how do I look?
We the People,who had a dream,and never told a lie.We who fought for what was right and waved our flag up high.Jolted from the embers of a trailblazer's fire and shot from the barrel of a musket.Shackled and chained and segregated we who rose abov
Blood shed Years that can't be returned Lovers that died  Mothers that stll yearn Yet we have the choice To bypass all despair  And keep what they fought for  But some would choose hair  
A world divided by race, A people shackled by hate, For if there is bigotry, Then there is no liberty. Although we are different, We are all significant. Do not fear difference,
Distance The water crashing upon the shore and the need to breathe. Salt doesn't make good air and neither does space.   Time A misconcetion of the ultimate thought
Leaving behind a title, Breaking the barricades; Calling out for revival, Hurling out hand grenades; Fighting for survival,  Peeling off charades; Waiting for avowal,
Envision freedom as a circle spanning three hundred and sixty degrees   And sitting at the circle’s center you are at liberty to swivel and tilt at will  
Tombs, tombs, thousands of tombs - As far as the eye can see. The blood of patriots spilled - To water Freedom's sacred tree.   How brave they were, O God indeed, To fight and die for me.
They argue. They bicker. Inside we snicker. To hear them spout what is best for our country when they don't even understand it. They have their money.  They have their fame.
All that glitters is not gold, So how dare you be so bold, To say that the best things in life are free? Well, no one is free from impunity. You only have the freedom of speech,
Maks the complexion, but not the soul.   Masks the outward blemishes, but not the soul.   Makeup is like a mask, covers the face to disguise reality.   Do not steal you identity,
As a boy I was always told to get a great career and always make sure that I am on the path towards success.  As a teen I was told to stay out the streets, keep my head in the books, and to do my best. 
There's too much discrimination, too many uncaring hearts, Some people only laugh when others are torn apart. Whether its racism or sexuality, no one seems to care,
Stuck in the same routine, change only when I come clean,mean what I say everyday, it's the only path to a brighter way,light comes throught from within, grin with relief from forgiven sin,
even within nature we are confined  in chains   from the depths we crawled    toward the sun     into the trees      wiping sweat from our brows       liberty
"America, the beautiful," you once were said to be.
The green physique stands right before my eyes. She represents the freedom from the cries. The crown she sports is like Apollo's rays. She stands and holds the fiery, golden blaze.
Had I a thousand mouthes, a thousand tongues,  to speak endless streams of honeyed- or bitter- words to your heart, I would. Oh, I would! So, perchance (no matter how meek that chance), you will hear them and be inspired.
   
Life is sometimes rough but everything happens for a reason always make sure to be yourself Open your mind and your imagination strive to be better than the norm strive to be different and make a difference
Life is sometimes rough but everything happens for a reason always make sure to be yourself Open your mind and your imagination strive to be better than the norm strive to be different and make a difference
A passion is a longing, A deep down tug or sorts, That pulls and guides you every day, To new mountain tops and new ports.   My passion is very special, It involves all of you,
My Mind; My only mind; The one I hold dear; So dear; Without such; My opinions would be non-existent; My thoughts would be nothing; Nothing for I; Nothing for anyone;
My love for equality is so great,
Sometimes I look in the mirror and see myself in fear. What I see is a mess and I think of a makeover and nothing less.   Our government, while always great seems to need the same help as of late.
Have you ever stopped to see How all of our lives might be Without those who died for the red, white, and blue Sacrificing their lives for me and you Do you even give one thought
Rights for everyone. Liberty is not welfare. Please think for yourself.
My dialect is catastrophic. Viciously it consumes the minds of those who surround me.  To catch only a whisper would reveal the sadistic sense of my nature.  At least to some. Those who merge opinions with facts. Bellowing assessments of "this gen
It's wrong of me To want to be equal. It's wrong of me To not feel like a woman. Or a man. It's wrong of me To not be sexually attracted to anyone. It's wrong of me
  People living, people dying People working, people twerking People love the way you lie Hot dog, baseball, apple pie Cell phone, iPhone, 3-4G
Because my heart has a song to sing of life, liberty, and grace.   Because I have a voice to be heard to spread the word of love and peace.   Because I have knowledge to share
The grace in life is always present, the gift so good it had to be free. The power so endless that it cannot be spent. The potential inside me because I believed is far beyond what ever could be imagined.  
Take me back to a place worth seeing, these bleeding rafters that hold mud ceilings, we cry out to hear an echoes embrace, for dreams laying hollow among this place, Bells ring among powder's stench,
I want to be a barbie I want to be a fresh out the box Accessories not included Anatomically in correct Manufactured in the flesh Rubber in the chest Barbie Mark me made by Mattel
We put people in boxes And we say You must be THIS way. We put people in boxes Crammed in. Like contortionists. But without flexibility.
Two hands build a home. Two states' lips talk days of peace, ironically peace dies. Two hands shoot guns and make bombs, as our world breaks from our gifts.
This is a world where we are free In a world of confusion We live under the weight of the sky Above the weight of the sea We roam this world in hope for truth But we find terror, dread, and sorrow
I can’t believe the time has come You’re gone away, so far from home But I don’t blame you It’s your dream To become one of The Few, The Proud, The Marines.
They earn their title from sweat blood and silent tears. They well never regret being called a United States Marine. That’s right there marines they are known for their intelligence and survival rates.
Liberty, who may define this subtle word, our governing persuaders, you or me? Surely one may elucidate Liberty as freedom, distant of a governed control, an empowerment of choice and thought, backed by moral notions. Is this claim too absurd?
Liberty is in the eye of the beholder. Is life all it’s been made out to be? Freedom is chains to some and dreams to others. Easy is not the word for life.
Stop for just a minute and see the vision of what the world could be a simple life led by light together we can do what is right.
It isn't fair. It shouldn't matter what color your skin or hair. It's a type of insanity, a crime against humanity.
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?
The search for a new beginning Is lost in prejudices of the past. A civil war is fought, a nation torn apart, for what? A new hope, a new start That instead is once again lost and
Oh senses For sensation brings desensitization And one man's trash, today, is the same man's treasure of yesterday. Unless, one learns moderation Learns to say "this is enough for now."
Walking off the airplane he stands proudly in his camis. I waited to see this day ever since he last boarded the plane.
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