pride

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  Indeed, I am the strongest and the Boldest My Body finesses throughout the field The blood on my chest, I say it was worth the kill I Beowulf, am too prideful, How could I let someone replace me?
I will love who I want, kiss who I want, and no one should not respect me because of that. I don't care if you think it's wrong, it's right to me, and that's all that matters.
          To begin with, I was born in Texas then I moved to Florida a long time ago when I was four years old. I still live in Florida today.
I am not a pink bloom With its free-spirited nature Nor am I the alluring red I am a white rose   Many have made attempts To inject me with dye And while it took for a while
Heart Disconnected by these Misconceptions Caused by these failed Recessions. For my Blessings are not Lessons For your Indiscretion.
I love my mother I love her warmth I love her wit I love her fearlessness and admire her endurance I love the way she loves strangers I love the way she loves me   In adolescence,
Years locked up, forbidden A rush of feeling unleashed Everywhere I look I am reminded Of the beauty and love I once turned away from
It took the young lion a long time to understand That his mane doesn’t grow from the strength of his hand. It grows not because of age, it doesn’t matter the time But it grows on wisdom, it’s the strength of his mind.
Here we flutter, soar, and fly Abuzz, for all to see, an iridescent sky Our pride, with which we manage, Asserting our presence, flags raised high,
On the water there A petal breaks the silence, suddenly submerged lungs aching for breath, alone, more words tumble from the mouth. Mirror, mirror, As I speak to you the petal finds a break
On the water there A petal breaks the silence, suddenly submerged lungs aching for breath, alone, more words tumble from the mouth. Mirror, mirror, As I speak to you the petal finds a break
4 years agoI found something I didn’t know.It would change my life,Wasn’t sure it was right,Probably explains why I cried,Felt like I didn’t have a soul. It took seventeen yearsAnd seventeen years of fearBut in the mirror of my integrity,There wer
To feel you were meant to be more, It is a feeling I know well And with grief, my heart does swell No hubris, to that which may quell There will come a day, soon Where I may roar,  But not as a beast,
I'm thankful for my mama  I'm thankful for my sisters  I'm thankful for my brother  And all I've been given  I'm thankful for their love  I am so blessed  Never ever will I  See them as pests  They desire my success  And push me hard with no rest
Out
Eigth grade is when I found out That straight did not define me A single small peck On the lips was that it took.   Oh, how scared I was I had grown up around hate That those who are gay
The moon has phases, but my sexuality does not. However, I will not take your ignorance as an insult. Your ignorance is a compliment. Every time you say that it is "just a phase" you are asking what stage of life I am in.
Here is inland pride, And given bonks on the head, What is important?
I see death taking a toll on my shoulders The darkness overflows and my flesh starts to feel colder I can feel myself fade away I notice that everything around me remains the same
I rise before the sun breaks Opening my eyes to a red horizon The dawn giving as it takes My sweet dreams from me   Blazing orange ignites inside Burning within my lungs
I fear to see the mother land cry blood on tectonic plates, Shift to separate lands of human evolution tentatively In war formed by our own, one say to unite the black with wight protected by blood.
A freezing wind blows upon my upturned face. Do you feel it too when the world spins at this pace? When disaster strikes, we drag out our monsters, But through the night we wait for something softer.  
It was just the fall of October when the skies were still sleepy The sun had pulled its blankets, yet the naked trees looked creepy Amongst the golden rays lies a mysterious yet recognizable shadow
Hey honey, how are you? I am really proud of you. You've made it through all these years, through many smiles and hidden tears. You've made it through those toughe times
Flashback A scared 12 year old Alone, afraid, abstract Knowing they were  Different Than other girls   A stolen glance at school An unflattering haircut A google search for
 They buried us, But we were seeds. As they filled the world with clouds of hate, Hope poured out as rain, Time was our strength, The skies cleared out, As the sun shined bright with love,
Whisper here, Whisper there, I heard you whisper in his ear, Told him the gossiper's word, With the forbidden glare.   The hallway, a lounge, The lockers, full of the smoky words of cold hounds.
stomach flutters out of fright out of nervousness out of might butterflies churning all around waiting to burst out making a rainbow across the sky as she says "yes" to the girl she loves
Wish, not I, to dedicate a sonnet
The Cop I want at Pride Sees the law as a growers guide To a garden of a community Written by amateurs Who only slightly know what they’re doing  
At age twelve, I was afraid of myself. I could not explain my soul, or even recognize it, because I was convinced it was evil. A childhood bathed in fear and anxiety, all in the name of holiness, 
A dark abyss swallows my soulLonely and cold, out of controlI push and I pushInside, always breakingNever forgetting, Never forsakingA smile, simpleIt hides my fear
  Did you see it In my eyes? How five words ...or was it six…? Made me the happiest Girl Happiest friend
I guess I mistook The reasons I have you And the reasons you have me We aren’t meant to fall in love Now Or ever I’m meant to be
No honey please don’t be so sad… Trust me I know Everything Because I was you In a way I still am Please…
Dear the worst of me,   Greed... Why are you here? I didn't need all these tears. I didn't need you when i was younger
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.
To you, the struggling rainbow after each dark storm. To you, my gorgeous warrior, my faithful sun. Do not stop fighting, but if you must, do not let yourself be silenced.
He whispered something to me yesterday He said that "my kind" was something he wouldn’t even want to step on   His arms crossed, shielding his mind
Every time I had to deal with your altitude Every single problem ranges in amplitude Breaking my barrier with your end behavior
  We hold our Hope so close inside, Laugh with those who us deride, Our true person untouchable, While evils only scratch outside.   A blended mix of Pride and Fear
The Mountain tall, It stands with pride. It soars with trees upon its side, A pointing shard, Her Standing guard. Waiting there below his Bride.  
                                                    The color of my skin                                            a beautiful brass shining like a blinding star
The truth, my pride. It's all conflicing... See, I've been hurt so many times, ain't no tears in me. So memory lane I'm jogging faithfully, but waking up some days... I don't take so graciously.
Do you appease of my life? I don’t have muscle, grit, nor a respectable name. Not yet worthy of falling to the scythe. I gave into their ways, and I’m the one to blame
“Obscene and insulting to this practice,” they scream holding large signs from the roadside “How dare you condone this sin with such pride?”
Oh how I could certainly tellThe wildest of talesOf attempts triedAnd those that failed Of the screech…Of the song,Of the melody thusWhat came nextOf ambition and lust
It’s not okay You know, it’s just not It’s not okay that I can’t just be me You say that me is all I can be But, then, tell me why I can’t be me when I’m with thee.
I look around and see that Everyone's out and proud. They're championing each other In this colorful festival that I never really understood But have always admired. I'm locked in a tiny closet
I am a dandelion Wild and free Not to be noticed upon first glance; It seems I lack the chance To belong in a boquet   They look on in disgust With selfish and hating eyes
Dear America, You call yourself great, but you’re built on ignorance and hate. Your flag colors are red, white, and blue, but show us your real colors; don’t hide the truth.
Rebel in my inner thoughts they pebels once they hit the rock And then, the adrenaline strats kicking in, once it hits, what leaks through the back door is my ego or rather my pride,
    My momma told to never be afraid of anything, but two things El cucuy and sometimes her chancla. I was raised in a ear pulling, frijole smelling, cumbia playing
Remain stuck, to figure out ways to cross the bridge Across it, lies the finish line that We cringe for Be dammed before you dont try and reach it Have faith in your alliegance So never fade, We meant it  
Remain stuck, to figure out ways to cross the bridge Across it, lies the finish line that We cringe for Be dammed before you dont try and reach it Have faith in your alliegance So never fade, We meant it  
Snow White doesn't stay in a house. She doesn't depend on a variety of dwarves who grump about. She goes outside.
Peacock feathers, royal blue, Turquoise, lapis, every hue, Only gemstones and most true,  For him naught but best will do. He deserves a golden shrine, From his eyes the stars do shine,
  This a story of my past I could reminisce on that My path was stack with million dollar on my back   My journey was to be the best and forget about my enemies
You
You want me to cry, to falter and give in. You desire my weakness and lack of fortitude. For prey that is weak, it is simple; for prey that is strong, it is adamant and callous.  
Mr Pride S. Dust Self eulogy is an ill choice Its a steep down the slope The arrays of pride-scope Kidnaps commonsense to a cleft
I am often knocked down by the gazes of the haters, back biters, the bullies, the witty, and the other fool phonies. Then when life got better for me. I’ve tasted glory  They all know my story
Our Nation      Closing my eyesI ponder who I am when thinking back     To the Fourth of July.American flag in my tiny hand     While in the other liesA picture of my in uniform.     My mother showcases our sign That I helped made which says     “
hello; i know your out there. are you also made of fear?  are you father of the shadows? are you things, both hidden and queer? more felt than seen; a rainbow with no gleam.
I think America is great But we need to get a few things straight Unemployment is at a crazy rate This doesn’t have to be America’s fate
America the Beautiful With the open fields and high mountains And the clouds dancing across the skyline America the Strong With a military protecting our citizens And our citizens protecting our rights
"Would everyone please stand for the Pledge of Allegiance."These are words I hear every day.And every day I watch my classmates standand salute a flag that waves for this countrypledging loyalty.
Through the Soil A Tree grows   Through the Land A River grows   Through the Wind An Eagle grows   Through the People A Nation grows   A Nation
I believe in this country That anything is possible  No matter where you stand  You can rise   I have dealt with challenges That have tried to bring me down  And have been at my lowest  
A loose grip on a wheel Used to guide a machine A titan fist drives an upheaval of frustration into a raveen Cultural Pride is like picking sides Its hard to get out of it It will get around you
  What do I see in the land of the free and the home of the brave?   Fat minds grow restless, fed stories of the hardship and challenge of older days. Pride blooms like a plague in the hearts of the prosperous.
Bravery in the face of danger Courage in a foreign land Your selflessness in service As strong and united you stand   For the old as with the young Both loved ones and those unknown
I am proud of America. I am proud to live in a land of rights for all. I am proud to follow in the footsteps of those who came before.  
when I was little I used to dream of being married and living Happily ever after, a Queen that sits on her throne with Pride glittering in sparkling daylight, shining blue, pink, silver, and golden
Day in and day out, the tension rises, What does our red, white and blue really mean? Can we avoid this terrible crisis, Or will our fear prevent the twilight gleam? I recall when we weren’t so divided,
I used to think that my cowboy boots and pecan pie Were all I needed to survive As the summers were filled with the Fourth of July and state fairs A supposed sense of freedom was in the air
To be strong, To be powerful. To be young, And to be mighty. Land of the free, Home of the brave. America is beautiful,  
Catching bullets in your body. That's how you feel when you love somebody. Finger on the trigger you don't think they'll do it, then BOW!  Your organs spilled and your blood is spewing.
What does it mean—to have pride? Does it mean flying our flag high, Or red, white, and blue fireworks, On the fourth of July?   What does it mean—to be patriotic?
I see wisdom
I claim witness growing up, down a path left behind a mirage of some passing distance. I see now the blurr faces. A mask in craves something once wanted, more in need.
Hello, I’m not who you think is me I’m sorry, that probably came off a little crazy but it’s the only way to describe what I’m going to say
From the vibrations of my screams  to caper-colored bruises you denied me to be all women, a Woman in passion Woman in tears Woman with smiles Woman and proud.
I am unique, like my fingerprint. I cannot be changed. My pride, the rainbows that surround me, are me. JUST KIDDING! I'm gay, but rainbows don't come near me. I mean, come on,
When you finally get to unwrap the dressings bound around your chest, Try not to consider this as your first day living as a man.You have always been man.
Red is for the blood of our brothers and sisters spilt Orange is for the heightened awareness of global warming Yellow is for the joy felt when our rights were awarded to us Green is for growth of knowledge society 
I am an Aspie and I am proud To be so strange and to be so loud. Despite others trying to quiet me I stood out unique and boldly.   I am an Aspie and I am an introvert.
Pride The highest misconception is fluorescent colors are all that surrounds me daily I carry my “gayness” around like it’s a trophy
I apologize My self-consciousness is heavy My pride is immesive And as the years go on, my happiness has only gotten more expensive  For you, and only you.
My heart sinks, Far too deep for hope methinks, Why must my soul wail in grief? In the cumbersome sorrow that I'm buried beneath, It seems these murky waters will be my tomb, As almost was my mother's womb,
What Is Wrong With Me? My Eyes Don't Shed A Tear, But On The Inside,  I Feel Like I'm  Going To Explode.. Guess It's Better To Have Dreamed & Loved Once Than To Have Never Done So At All..
I was stopped by a man in a room made of gold He sat and told me his life story yet he couldn't look me in the eyes as he called me beautiful   We were both looking for "God" in all the wrong places
I look in the mirror and I see  the god Shango staring back at me. Where I expect to see my reflection, I do. And yet, it is more than it ever was. My broad chest and shoulders,
He holds onto me Even when I loosen my hold on Him He holds onto me Even when I feel I'm letting go   My hand's sweaty with fear Worn with temptations Disjointed with pride
So long ago In the snow The row of faces The cheerful row The stamping horses My calvary Brought the forces To foe's fallacy   With judgement's reign Our arrows aflame
In the dreary nights Dark forests home Cold woods in the night No rest, alone The regret, it bites Heavy like stone   To the dreary plight I now succumb So dank to drink
The numbness is growing, Or is it sadness instead, That will plague me until death. I feel so alone in this world Where my darkness descends. I feel forgotten  by my memories
When I was 8 I wore dresses to school I wasa bullied and teased for looking nice For wearing dresses and pink and being girly When I was 13 I stopped wearing dresses I cut my hair to my chin and I didn't wear pink
At the end of a long day, the beautiful girl swings by her ‘friend’s’ place.
In thy dreams you’re sweeter than life it’s self Thou art speak the tongue of love
My heart bleeds pink for the sexuality that the news reporters shove back into the closet. My heart bleeds red for the lives lost. My heart bleeds orange for the hope that the families would heal.
It started as a gentle breeze,a whisper in my ear:the weeping of a weeping willow,weeping out of fear. 'Why do you weep, weeping willow?There is no reason to cry.'
You fight with me You fight for our land You fight with we You fight to stand   Your fight has come Your fight must be won   You fought for me You fought for our land
Lay with me and drift, drift away, high into a cloud. Just laying here with a soft song coming out a old stereo. Saying sweet nothing under the influence only makes me smile.
Nobody should die becuase of love. They should not die because of hate. People may die of illness. People may die of old age. Why kill over differences? Why kill over your hate?
My great continent Africa. Africa is so rich and big. We have oil, diamonds, and gold! Europe, Asia, the Americas joy! They want to take our riches. Yes I am one of the biggest continents!
I know that you are out there! Please come and talk, To a girl who feels all alone, A girl that feels so lost.   I am bisexual, Yes, we exist. I am not hiding that I am gay,
I wear my restlessness  Beneath my eyes I am restless Restless from heartache  Watching my loved ones fade away And letting others do me wromg Restless because I am afraid
We all get offeneded This is due to wounds that were never fully mended There is no such place on Earth where something cannot hurt us So why do we continue to fuss My heart longs for those who are hurt
¡Bienvenidos al ardiente lirio!¡Que surreal! ¡Que genial!
They called her a kid, One that would make an impact in people’s lives, Give girls an image to strive for, And that’s exactly what she did.  
I was told that my friends were no good. Single parent home, shattered family values, This was no Leave It To Beaver production.   I was told that my friends were no good,
(Villanelle)  Half my blood and spirit comes from that place A final result from seeds of heroes Cultivating pride like a rice terrace   Calamities killing us all as one
I am black, but, I am an American, yet, because of my color, you stab me in the back?   They tell me I speak too proper for a girl of my color, and that I could be mistaken as white,
Bound since birth Two souls entwined Same blood Same face But different lives Precious thing I hold most dear
  I was formed by broken words. “Broken English,” my mother called it. But to me, it was just how Dad spoke.   He’d come home from hours at the factory. “I have faith on you,” he’d say.
The Sailor who callously masses the storm faults at the hand of God As he inadvertently veils the damage to the stern, the responsibility is forgot.
Here they stand in equal measure, side by side upon a long podium, each looking out upon each other and visualizing a lesser crowd and higher standing for themselves. Do they not see the ground
Who am I? possibly the hardest question because there are infinitely many answers answers that may contradict because I am not simple then I realize I am not an answer there shouldn't be a question, "Who am I?"
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. A disorder they called it, haha. More like a misnomer. I wonder what they think when I tell them. Some go - that makes sense, others I couldn't tell.
'98, 17 Man I’m only 17, But there's people always pushing me to do great things,
The Commute
I am told I should see each of my deeds As items to cherish, tokens of pride.
I am not weak. {I won’t deny my flaws and insecurities. I’ve been bruised and broken in places, used and abused and pushed aside and wasted, disregarded and shamed, manipulated and blamed,
I exist in the moment between dawn and dusk   Whispers of romance between lovers lips
There is no end to the madness. Yet there is no definite beginning. Some say it’s all feel. Others say it’s all preparation. Creativity is it’s bloodline. Imagination lies at it’s core.
Sometimes when the world isn't nice to us, we forget how special we are
Pride Is Expensive As F*** by Tim Hargrow   Everything is awesome! Pride Is awesome! The best part about our pride,
Could I fill the swollen suit of a man so large: Quien vivió en las torres de la mente de su pueblo,
Dear boy with the alluring smile, Thank you for taking away my trust once again:  
Phenomenal Woman can't you see? Phenomenal woman is not me...   My hips don't sway, and my hair is short. But I am a lady of some sort.   My mind is jailed while my heart roams free like the sun.
As I contemplate all I know  There's one last thought that wants to grow   Who am I friend or foe   Knowing myself has never felt so low....      
It causes fights it starts jealousy it tears up friends it cuts down dreams it makes you sad it makes you mad it makes you embarrassed   If ego were no more we'd start to build each other up.
If pride is a sin. And a sin is pride. Then why is it? That people often don’t have a reason… To take pride in pride. To take sin in sin. And to combine the two? Together they make.
Summer died; Winter resurrecte
Oh, I've got no problem eating alone. Make no mistake-- I can eat what I want when I want it. I can think how I look like I go where I want. I can see whom I please, Say what I mean,
Friends are those who claim to have your back
They say, "keep your friends close But your enemies closer." I ask, then, how do you know? Who is your friend And who is your foe? One moment it's sunshine And happiness and laughter.
Who am I but a figment of my own imagination? A lie. An idea I’ve used to claim the land of four nations. Who am I?
The unexpected comfort I have found sleeping on this furniture my sister diagonal from me. my mother parallel to me. my pride inexistestent. I do not complain because it is either this couch or
Close your
I am both Angel and Devil; I am both Savior and Sin,
I grew up for 13 year's not knowing who i was. i would look at the pictures i had online of me and see that i wouldnt smile. the dark cloud of self confidence wayed on my shoulders,
I woke up like this.
people see me and they think  theres a girl far from girly for they see my plaid button up shirt,
I smile in hope they will stop staring. I smile in hope that they will see the beauty I see when I look in the mirror. I smile in hope to make someone's day.
The sun rises and the moon hides, alarms sound and roll to bedsides
I am bipolar and thats okay I've tried to hide to hide it, tried to runaway I am bipolar not an outcast The mistakes I've made are all in the past I am bipolar, I've learned alot
I am bipolar and thats okay I've tried to hide to hide it, tried to runaway I am bipolar not an outcast The mistakes I've made are all in the past I am bipolar, I've learned alot
She doesnt know she poor, Even when life tells her in many ways Her refrigerator becomes empty. Whenever she is hungry she can't even find a whole meal. Her family barley has enough food to last them until they can get more.
What am I underneath it all? I am afraid, of new, of alone, of failure.
  Now starting back from when I was a young child, I endure
Then the wind blows harder sending drifts of snow across the cracked parking lot The stinging air slowly turns my face red as I trudge towards my destination
(this poem was presented at the 2014 EKU Alphabet center pride pageant )  
I took the road most travelled,  Yet I did it for a reason. To prove that an individual  Is more than someone only different. I lingered at the outset, Despite my growing pride.
No rhythm No rhyme Just me And myself Dark hands Bright face WIth a dim glow in the eyes Worn out By the challenge Of living each day with a smile Inside
I'm have many good traits, I'm "flawless"  But people only watch for the bad traits regardless Similar to a pacifist, I'd probably go outside and help someone after this I'm benevolent, a GOD sent 
  Dear MOM, I know I never said this,
Being ***FLAWLESS comes from many a place. Let me share with you, it is not just a perfect face:   It comes from your style, your smile, your curves, your curls. It comes from your flat butt,
A/N: I was thinking about what I think makes me flawless, and I think it's my intense survival instinct. So here's a poem about that.
Behind the hazel, she's just a lonely little one. Behind the hazel, she wants to the world to be gone. Behind the hazel, she's fighting everyday. Behind the hazel, she's scared in every way. Behind the hazel, she's slightly shattered.
If you do not feel anything When your fingers touch a keyboard   You are not a poet   If there is not the slightest rhythm From the syllables stampeding In a Socratic circle
“Free me”, she screams in his face.“No more.No more a moore.I am a river.I flow.I live and give
I hate these ballet shoes Everyday marks another bruise And as I dance with the pain, my brain is in flames, going insane   Working double time over what should be considered a war-crime
Fall in love Breath in life
Behind the curtain What I keep hidden From your eyes and mind Is strictly forbidden   Under the mask What a clever disguise
A Women of All Odds   Please pay no attention to the women behind those books Intelligence is over-rated; twerking is all the new rage
A chill runs down my spine But I do not feel cold.   A slap across the face With no pain.   Black and blue covering a once perfect skin And I see nothing.  
Aspiring within, a risen power ready to tip over, the ability to inspire. Agile but, fragile After every trial
This heart is at peace, finally. It has been one hell of a journey.
Dear God, This is a letter from your queer daughter. Wait, hold up did this girl just say queer? "You are not a child of God!" Someone shouts! Oh shut up! This is my letter. Anyway you know I grew up in church
See my hands bound so tight Securely hidden Behind my back So I just sit here and fight You don't know how it is to be gay In an society Where you have to hide Your love everyday You don't know how hard I try To show you that
Had I been born a pear, I would’ve lived a rotting life.
We dress up and make-up to impress on a daily basis With mascara and tear stains on our faces we still smile Because we know we are the strength that keeps you warm We’ve been through it all, the rise and the falls….
I know I might not have been born in a Hispanic Country,
It's six o'clock, My alarm goes off. Time to get up, And walk the dogs. The crisp, clean air Is refreshing to breathe. The dogs take off, Free of their leash. I chase them up the street,
When I lose I stumble on. When I win I grin ear to ear. Pride never falters, it flows with finess. It courses through your veins, strengthening you. It challenges you to do your best.
you little man of golden sand  you share my face my eyes my blood the tremble of my hand
To the love in my life, mi cultura querida: You feel like Latin soul, Baby let that music play,
I’m sorry, the doctor says. Your child have failed the audiology test.
 Pride and power What tricks you play! You deafen the ears Of those astray. ~2/2/14
Build me a home to hide in To grow, to live and to die in I’ve made my bed for me to lie in Made of sewn cotton and pine   Couldn’t I just stay in limbo here? The hands on the clock would disappear
It came oh so very naturally,
It will be hard and there will be doubt but you don’t give up. You are weak to the words of the wise around you and second-guess yourself.
This is how it begins—two hours past 11:11, when I forgot to make my wish.
    Standing high upon the stage Looking At a million different people Standing barefooted in the carpet Looking At my face in the mirror Standing high upon the stage Speaking
Fix
I wonder what would happen if WE. BOUNCE. BACK Like the elasticity of elastic bands being stretched by heavy hands Lassoing nappy strands running amuck like wild stallions We, are wild ones
Are we not all searching for a reason to live? Searching for our origin and our destiny?
Tears roll down my cheek. They wash over my dirty face like a flood in the desert, Whisking away the filth and barrenness, Revealing the rich brown underneath.
Do you hate me, do hate me for whom I’m attracted to Well, its not my fault, I was born this way I can’t change it and I shouldn’t try I’m gay and I accept who I am.   I had hated myself for so long
From my moment of creation I had a determination  
Sistah Sistah! You better hold that head up high and never let that chin face the ground Don't give your enemies the satisfaction of seeing you down Sistah Sistah!
The Animal inside has changed Grown timid from the drugs The light bearer gives once
You hold me close and say, "Don't fret.""It's okay, I will soon forget".I know the words are only in my mind,But somehow this connection we have; it speaks to me.
I must defeat this horrible pain because in my heart it is a stain I despise this whole it gets wider and wider my veins spring out, like the legs of a spider it sucks in all the truth in my heart 
My love for you is forever It's like the Universe,
Don't waste my time each millisecond I won't be able to buy into existence  I cannot undo conversations we've had. I can't take back the things I've said. Each millisecond it takes to breathe
she got hurt when she was 5 when she fell. she was in her room alone,  pretending to be ruler of the skies  as she jumped off a cloud of comforters and pillows  onto a hard wooden floor where she slid and
there's a crackle over the loud speaker and the bitter old woman bites out a  "Good Morning."  and it is good.    there's a heartbeat of silence  and the bitter old woman snaps out a 
Of all the poisons on God's green Earth, the worst doesn't recieve the recognition it's worth. Though heroin destroys, my thought cannot subside, that never has there been a worse poison than Pride.  
I hope one day to be as proud as a bluejay. Standing tall and fierce, hopping about to get what I want, sure that nothing will get in my way.
Hello my young friend It's good to see you again
Yet my path grows my story will never change. It grows, it calls, and it even bleeds, yet never asks for help.
Middle School Fat Girl head down, walking through the halls no friends Fat girl shy girl that girl with a book she's alwasy reading quiet. Fat girl
They kmow not of why they give.
She cries every night tears streaming down her face She needs to be loved again she's forgotten the taste.  
I see them I ignore them I passed by them I see you  Having a sign "F*CK THE POOR" I stand up Saying that's not humane Stating that he should help Walking  few blocks down
Growing up all I knew was poverty.  "Put that back!" "We cannot afford that."  I come from a life where education was a scapgoat.  I come from hand-me-downs, and cheap shoes. 
That whisper. That whisper. Distress. Suppress. That murmur. That murmur. Mortify. Fortify. That cry. That cry. Duress. Redress.
It all started when I was just a thought in my mothers mind A guessing game for the ages I waited Waited in the corners of my mothers heart In the nutrient enriched darkness of uncertainty Of care
These words are in my head Shouting, begging to be released. They have slowed but never ceased, Weighing me down like lead.   I try to keep them inside Tucked away in the dusty corners
Life changes in the blink of an eye One day you're here  The next you're there So what if that all changed  What if your dream came true? The dream of owning a store
Rich green emeralds, rich bright pearls, blood red rubies on pale lace! How rich she was, Oh, Sarafina!   So many fine gems that she carried, so much rich silk did she brandish!
I have never had sex They judge me as a prude It hurts my heart Them being so rude   I want him to love me But he won't for sure He thinks me a tease Easy to lure  
To see the Sky. That's my prize.
The people squirming Through each other Sprinting Pacing Chuckling Weeping Briefcases in hand Lunging For the office Laptops Cellphones Watches Files
You? How true Are you? Are you lost? In a faraway place Where you conceal Your true face Oh what color? Do you see Yes When you see me Do you see blue?
we ask for nothing but to be respected yet you treat us like an abomination
Swallow your pride, boy. Victory isn't real in this world of yours. Where the biggest loser is the winner, and the winners are the losers. Think boy, think! Why are you fighting?
Pride can be seen, as a terrible thing; It should not be held. But what is pride? And can it be good? Pride is not only self absorb, it is not only selfishness. it does not only have to be,
Hey I'm as tough as a nail My breath makes ships sail My eyes shoot lasers My voice destroys haters When I snap the world quivers When I wash my hair the city shivers When I stomp a star shatters
When I was younger, I didn't like to tell people
It's red, staining the ground someplce I've never been and never will go. For me. It's a sacrifice, a total giving of life So I can keep mine. I can breathe
Numerous years past, through our eyes, is the founding of our country, yet in perspective, just a few decades.
Adversity what does that word even mean Does anyone know? I think the last man to feel it
Me
I am not a single word, nor a single thought.
Dedicated In Memory of Tim McCormick 
Open your eyes   Walk down the street, Look around. Look down at your feet, Do you see it?
I am sensitive, More delicate than a Bleeding Heart. Ice cold criticism is my demise. I resort to witty remarks before lashing out as my last defense.
 
It’s my time But I’m not ready. My trigger finger's pretty steady, But to end a life is another question- Another answer answered by another question. Everything is too vague. Living life in the grey
So is this all a lie, sweetheart?
You asked me what my name was.  I told you it was Jasmine S. Then you asked me what the S stood for, and I couldn't think of what to say.
The elegance dripped from her body onto her toes, as if someone had taken and lifted her above and beyond my world. Had draped beauty over her soft spoken words and slowly released all her pain until there was no more.
Pride was a notorious lover and womanizer. His life revolved around his constant involvement with women. Pride could woo a woman into submission and bring her to do his bidding.
  I am a woman, Not a figurine that can be stood on a shelf
There is this deepness, Darknes, Burning in me. Begging me to give in.   Striving for approval, Reaching for hope, Wondering, Waiting, Just to be told.  
You can't build success just on swag That's like going school in a trash bag You can't party all day sleep all night You must work to your best just to make it right Sure you can walk with that hint of sauce
Be  my friend. Help me to my feet when life knocks me down. Hold me when the world makes me cry. Laugh at me when i trip over air. Be my friend. Be the one person that makes a difference in my life. Be the shoulder that I can cry on.
After everything we've been through Everything we've seen Our cries, battles, and wars Our wins and our losses This can't be the end, it can't be over. The darkness consumed us and tore us apart
What starts as a white cloud suddenly turns grey
      
What a wonderful time; For a wonderful change; To celebrate America's; Another coming of age.   Oh beautiful our country is; Another year to renew; United we stand;
Excuse me, can you repeat that?  I'm sorry. I didn't understand what you said. All I hear is mumbling.  Sounds as though the world is a Charlie Brown cartoon.     Seems as if all I say is 
They don’t wanna see me with you, they say I can do better But what do they know? Tellin me how to feel and how to love At the end of the day nobody knows about this but US
Summer stars and fireworks And watermelon rinds It was on those sky-blue days We had the best of times  
She is a goddess.   With the smoothest cocoa skin and eyes that sparkle like the Sun at its zenith. A queen. Her crown aglow with the glory of her pride and the powerful stride in her feet.
You only write once, that's the name of the game; And in all actions in life, all you have is your name. So in all things that you do, do it so that you're proud. Because at the end of the day,
Can you understand the way?  Roll down the hill with the best of them?  The girls and guys who like each other.  The shame they feel when they walk down the hall.  Equality should be showcased.
Every day I fail The end looks better and better   If only I could mail All my problems away   Release a single breath And be freed of all my sorrow   Pop a meager bubble
Who are you? I am a collection of my mistakes
I am a rat. Not the mischievous, dirty creature that makes people shriek in horror when they come across one.
When did I start being fabulous? The moment I was conceived. That little lapse of time when my father’s sperm met my mother’s egg.  
Picture yourself being on top of the world, winning every battle that has come to you with quick in easy fashion. Now with all that glory and fame you are defeated by someone who now has your spot, glory, and fame. What do you have in mind now?
  It started very unexpectedly A quake that hit Japan at two forty-three At first the earth began to moan and grumble And then the Rising Sun sank and crumbled   The buildings were like jelly in a bowl
  Pride is poison The degrading of One's own soul Breaking down defenses And hollowing out our bones
  Count your curses How many do they number? Seek your discomforts Are they unbearable? How so do we complain?
Lion Lion in the plain,Giant paws and golden mane,Licks his lips craving meat,Scans the plain for prey to eat.
AIDS is real I hate condoms Oh yes I know we want to feel every side of it HIV doesn’t seem real when you are having the best feeling in the world You don’t think about AIDS when you pay visit to the vagina
    Safe upon the solid Rock, their ugly houses stand; Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand. -- Edna St. Vincent Millay
Represent the loners And the oddballs The weird And the off-key The innocent And the worldly. The stupid and the silly. Everyone wants to represent their homes Their teams
To which are you referring   The lines that you are blurring   The hands unheld and the tears untouched   Hungry, hurting, hopeless  
Her
your hips could tell stories of lovers past before me. of the mornings you lay bare, alone in your bed with only the silence surrounding.
They said The pains and woes of past plague, Would Shape, Would Define, Would Make, Us.   Before Frederick Douglass crossed the roads to freedom, And showed his light shine bright
To those who speak with their hands, Listen with their eyes, And know with their hearts.   Their language and customs so foreign in our society, Yet in passing, They can blend in with the ordinary,
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.
A few million dead War ain't easy it is said Just the way it is?
Every time I try to speak, someone claims they can't hear me. I hear it often, SPEAK UP! When these two words are spoken, I tend to talk softer.
They are broken, shaking, bitter and lost— I know it well. I have been standing in the dark Shadowy corner of my cave, Shivering in the mildewed enclosure. I have scraped at these rocks
Pride and Glory The most prized possession The most pure and unique It has its own worth   Pride is your own love You value yourself You do your best in everything You look down on others
People living in poverty need so little to be happy, A single house Is known as a palace.
DEAR HOMOSEXUAL.The clock's ticked through at least six months time since our lips last exchanged breaths of clear minded humor, our hands grasping at the promises we never intended to keep isn't it funny how the mutters of the masses change the m
Cut me a red thread Like the Chinese belief it will connect us.   Cut me an orange thread To illustrate the bursts of love I first felt for you.
perfect as always moved toward a blinding light seek fast the individual who knew perfection was so frail   blemished as always so beautiful all eyes on me seek faster the the two
Just because they are gay, we shouldn't take our right to get married away.  Walking down the road, hand-in-hand with their loved ones does not affect anyone around them.
What is there to do when your whole culture has been uprooted and shunned Identity relies on oral tradition and storytelling because textbooks are too afraid to tell the truth.
Father give me the humble things Take away my pride For I am Your child Lord And a part of Your Bride. And pride has no place here. Give me no duty that would exalt me high No poem for people to view me by
Lord grant me all the humble things The silly little humble things, The things that no one else will see And no one else will do. Give me the least of these And help, I humbly beg please
The quarry stands unaware
Sitting in class, I am the last To leave the room. Taking my test (I know I'm best) Mustn't assume Perfection's mine (I'm doing fine, Savoring now Knowing all things)
The church stood on one side The street on the other And I was the illegitimate child scorned to no acceptance Bound to redefine the limit that could not be reached Forced to hide in the shadows
Life took his leave Optimism stabbed me in the back Perseverance didn't want to stay and Pride just seemed lost. all that was once whole now laid in bits and pieces damaged and near impossible to fix
I fought the will to live a tragedy, to sacrifice pain and wear a smile no matter what. A fool amongst wise men. A liar amongst the blind. A friend to people who have not a clue of the person I am.
And such was the day, that America died, when those who had served, fell, and protected were shunned by those who they had defended..
Brothers and sisters, do you believe you are living the right way? I don’t think so from the looks of the television, what I see on the internet and especially what I see on the streets, I’m not judging because that my intention
Bombs away/ silent murder
"His Gifts" By:Lynisha Arceus
Who are you to say I'm evil? Who are you to say I have no morals? Who are you to say we're wrong? Who are you to preach your song? Who are you to kick us down? Who are you to call me clown? Joking?
A man's courage is a product of a man's desire. A man's strength is synonymous with long lasting fire. To live and to love makes man want to inspire. Because to live and to love makes a man soar even higher.
Sometimes it’s not the act that gets us. It’s the reaction that hit us. It’s the pain that we can’t explain. Using solvents to erase our brains. Going to and from not knowing which is which.
If my heart was singing It'll crescendo lovely notes Repeatedly singing I want a sunday kindof love So I don't mourn monday Leave me broken on tuesday Over thinking on wednesday
Our heritage From our skin to our inner most features, We have the deepest roots. From the food we eat to the souls who cook it. From the songs we sing, To the music we dance to.
The world is putting pressure on me I can’t hear, I can’t see Time for myself is what I need Some time to think clearly, clairvoyantly To keep me above the tides, for some buoyancy
Listening to Beethoven’s 9th, Hear the music dance, Rise and the fall, Stories he had to tell, Losing his hearing, Struggles he went through, Pain he felt. I know his pain. I am not deaf,
I bear the weight of the sky on my shoulders, The weight of the world, all alone. My heavy thoughts press down On my head just like boulders.
All I know is that I wanted her whole heartedly. So entirely that I felt each ache deep within myself. The sound of her voice washed over me— like a little kid I watched in awe.
I knew that when I’d fall asleep, I’d only dream of you. And of the Last rose I’d ever get from the man that loved me too. And when the night is over, I wake up and I cry.
There you see, He comes a'knocking, Wind is blowing, house a'rocking. To know! To know what parcel He brings, Would entice the greatest of kings. His walk is strong, His stride is sure,
Be careful where you are stepping It’s hard to see with your chin so high And be careful not to look so deep Into the blueness of the sky Keep your mind on planet earth Not in the chimera of your heroics
How does the world turn? Do angel wings beat the air? No! We make it move. Surely you feel it; The planet's strong heartbeat. Giving us power.
How does the world turn? Do angel wings beat the air? No! We make it move. Surely you feel it; The planet's strong heartbeat. Giving us power.
Deep inside is a tunnel of PRIDE, I'd usually walk alone - even my shadow would hide. Not concerned of what I did or what I said, If I was WRONG - I kept that in my head. But i've grown more,
Do not run. Walk. Do not yell. Talk. These somber expressions They haunt me my nights, to make perfect impressions, to have the right opinion, the right clothes, the right smile,
I was appealed by your appearance not gone lie i was intrigued by you but could you keep me played my cards right i had a full house but i guess you held the out roses left at my door step again
However, I was touch by an angel of strength, I wandered through my emanate life as though My praiseful mother, who placed me above her shoulder, Never taught me more I am her only, there is no other.
Everyone Has Their Story, So Here's Mine...
They done really did it now They pushed us in a pit so deep that climbing out would only lead to chaos. Got us believing that the trash holes called “Ghettos” are to be flaunted and,
What happened to our joy and pride? What gives us the idea and need to hide? We used to be happy and love our culture And focus on our highway to the future. We all clapped when King said the words, "Free at last."
What is beauty? Beauty is anorexic, Perfectly arranged, Smiles of plastic, With eyes that couldn’t be colder.
(poems go here) I laid on her like paper did to rock and suddenly we both refused to shoot out what exactly it is that sizer through our layers of mentally striped blue margins,
Those eyes we see We walk down the isle All I can have is a simple smile I know all the hostility we create It does no matter I still have her All LGBTYQ We All Love You.
Holding hands is not an easy thing to do. It’s nerve-racking for the timid, and even more so for the different.
Dear Pooh Bear, I miss being with you in the Hundred Acre Woods, the simplicity of pooh sticks, visiting you after a long, exciting day, and watching the stars float lazily past from the safety of your window.
RED
Red, the color of passion Red, the color of hate Red, the color of pure blood Red, the color of a curse Outcasted by the world, His body is my hearse 
The History Books
Abstinance to Prevent Teen Pregnancy The practice of refraining from sexual activity for psychological, social or reasons religiously. Psychologically, you prevent the possibility of pregnancy, STDs, and extra responsibilities.
Think before you do it Think before you risk everything Yeah he’s cute And he has a great smile But think before you do it There’s always a chance you will not be respected
When we climb off that pedestal that we so often erect in our honor... When we pause to consider the convictions of those around us even when they conflict with our own...
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