leaders
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THE WHITE PATH
A white proud path
On goal oriented footpath
Leader with white pearls
Lifted heads as he turns
To those who handed me the paintbrush
to craft a mind of my own
In a world that's rich in color,
To those who spoke up in the quietest room,
To those who heard me suffer in silence,
if a busy gun takes lives
then silent leaders do worse
they burnlives,hang knuses on the innocent
voice your pain,or get blessed with a curse
blood sheds schools
we elected fools
I grew up with a carefree view of the world in my youth
I didn’t change until I realized the hard-hitting truth
I started caring about issues in politics and society
Constantly thinking about figuring out a remedy
TRANSFORMATION
Transformation.
Where developmental stages cascade into adolescence.
It molds our countries, comunities, and our families.
Our values, transform our future.
At first, i was proud
To be apart of my nation
We used to be Great
I want to believe we are
But now I am confused and angered
Actions and words are being said and done
I am
A Sister
A Best Friend,
Family.
I am the Oldest.
I am the Middle.
I am the Youngest.
I breathe in
Board Games,
Books,
Movies.
May America's youth,
Never forget,
The price,
Of Freedom.
But more so,
May her leaders,
Never forget,
Who does the paying.
~ Ricardo
How is this fair?
I offer nothing, yet they give me their swords.
I speak with harsh truths, yet they thank me for my kindness.
I stand humbled by their greatness, and yet they look to me.
We often ask ourselves how we can ease someone else’s pain
When our own hurt is too much to take
We live in a world where celebrities have replaced role models
And political leaders are universally labeled “liars,”
Childhood idols crowd rehab centers
And Gagas have replaced our Ghandis,
If I could change the world, I would end all wars.
And for all the crime, there would be no more.
If I could change the world, there would be no more fears.
No more pain and suffering.
No more tears.
You say you teach me how to think
to say the things you say are true
when the things you say, don't come from you.
I say, you teach me WHAT to think
to say the things you say are true
It's all up to me now.. my future is mine to hold. To determine now before I grow old. If I do not work for it it will not be there for me.
War; war never changes
People do
When the stakes are high
We must see them through
We are soldiers in our on light
The struggles we face, the wars, the fights
Then why must we fight acknowledging risk
We are young, but that doesn't mean we don't understand.
We are young, but that doesn't mean we can't feel nothing.
We are young, but that doesn't mean we can't do something.
I can't be there with you, but we can dream.
My eyes filled with tears of hopelessness. My thoughts filled with the pain of judgment. My ears filled with the sound of destruction. My words constantly formed in the way of defense.
(poems go here) As I sit back, reminisce,
and wonder why,
why I am who I am,
and my eyes become watery and I start to cry.
Bloodshed, yelling and screaming in a world in which I took my stance
All I got was an undesirable glance
I didn't apologize for the need for equality
So I proceeded in my seat in a world shaken without harmony
