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And then I did Chemo!
Brought into this world full of killers drug dealers crooked cops i look around and there's no one to help a would without heroes ? how have we survived this many years ?
The world is surrounded with thing of a dream. The stars are all shining; look at them gleam! Though things might get harder, we can still sing. Let us live for our new day so we can live in Beauty!  
Heart pounding, face flushed a crushing headache bum-rushed Breath ragged, star-crush the holy theme of hush hush
The room is too warm My palms are sweatty He paces, glancing at the pages. Time is running out I read fast but nothing sticks in my mind. I can't remember the answeres. He glances my way and i flinch.
Seven o'clock I walk Into the doors of my high school, my black high school Where People do whatever it takes to be considered cool I walk into the bathroom choking from the smoke Uhg I hate this school I complain daily
I'm tryna be on an Eminem, Left Eye tip. 
What is wise in this world twisted in concept What is wise when knowledge leads to destruction What is wise when our lessons become our undoing These questions I seek diligently for answers
Well this is quite a surprise. I've never been asked this inquiry before.
As time passes You finish all of your classes The good memories lasted But you're happiness crashes And you wonder why You sit down and cry Relieve your stress with a sigh But the pain remains
Live life like no tomorrow Smile wide and forget the sorrrow Because you're one of a kind You're type is hard to find I hope that you don't mind If I ask you to be mine
This is for my mom Who did everything for me Raise me and was still able to keep calm From the womb to the tomb Love and care she shared But life isn't fair She never met a loving man 
As the day drags on I sit and reminisce the good times And ponder why you had to go Nothing is the same I stutter everytime I hear your name It hurts me to see your family in pain We all miss you
I am not the only one in the White Room. Sheer fabric whispers from the windows Goblet in hand, I drink to the Grecian lady White dress, raven ringlets frame the face Of porcelain A laugh escapes
This is for the women with the broken bones With the shattered heart and tattered clothes This is for the women with silent voices Who made tough choices that were seen as pointless  
Listen. Hear that? It's the sound of blaring red sirens, Innocence shattered on the cold marble ground. Two bombs were dropped that day. The one in the building: Seventeen injured Two dead
Are we really meant to move ahead All the things holding us back, sometimes I just lay in bed The war, the debt, the things we can't change I'd speak about it but get labeled insane  
People say you can’t be a lawyer because you’re a woman Says who? The Hobby Lobby Taking away our good medicine for the obstruction of religious freedom And people dying of AIDS, they didn’t know
are like storybooks. They display themselves like open books, desperately waiting to be looked upon by curious eyes.   People with tattoos are unpublished authors.
Bombs go off in the distance Buildings gone in an instance Televised to millions The world watches in silence   Now the children are dying And the mothers are crying
The look you give me when I tell you I want to study away from you, 
Do not ask me what makes me tick
Deep in the mass of mystical thoughts,
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He keeps his promises He holds to His Word He is the constant On my knees or standing tall, I am heard  
Mama doesn’t know best. She thinks we need him here, when in reality, we don’t. He makes me who I’m not, who I never wanted to be. He’s the person whom I dread, the one that i despise.
A rhyme here and there can make a point. Stay away from that stuff as your friends pass the joint.
Standard beauty ideals are failing us. People demand Curvy but skinny. Tall but petite. Modest but sexy. Pure but experienced. Natural but modified. We can't have it all,
Excuse me,  you look familiar.  I swear we've met before. Are you the reflection I see in the mirror, Or the slam of a broken door?   You seem recognizable to me: an old childhood friend,
Words...
All my life I told you tales about monsters The beasts underneath my bed Always telling you they wanted to kidnap me When in fact they wanted me dead
People tell me that I should give up Give in That my dreams are foolish daydreams  Fit only for a child   My answer is No   Let the word ring out
On the surface my demeanor is calm. To anyone who talks with me it's as if I've not one qualm. Beneath this exterior lies another person entirely. A person who dreads failing; who has become obsessive and miserly.
I remember those lonely nights. That time in life when I was done, emotionally crippled. When I cared less for myself than even my enemies did. I used to whisper horibble things into the abyss,
I rememebr the dolI I would play with In the Buffalograss with my friends.
I am who I am . An individual with a question to a world.
Where has Annie gone? She's been out way to long "Who died and made her queen?" Said her sister as jealousy flooded her heart   Mama was in the days Daddy never stays
No, I don't wanna go where everybody knows my name, I don't wanna go where everybody glad to see me, this isn't cheers, I wanna go somewhere I can find me, I'm not tryna define me, I not a definition in a book full of non purpose words, I'm just
  Scared most of the time Frontin’ Tryin’ to seem courageous Tick tock goes the clock… keep moving forward They’re better than me How can I hide it? Will they see through me?
The color of one’s skin: brown, tan, light or dark What does it say to the world? It should say nothing But in the real world That’s the exact opposite.
there's a kid near the front of the class, top of the class. she knows the answer, but she stays quiet, keeping them quiet. she knows if she raises her hand, raises her voice, the groan, the moan, the insulting intone of
When I first thought of slam poetry, I had nothing
When I first thought of slam poetry, I had nothing
Pushed to the limit,Student in it to win it.Studying non-stop around the clock,Waking up to get to class all to hear people talk.Get home grade posted for the last quarter,
When my friends get high,
You know that moment between t
First I want to start off with “IM SORRY” I was angry, upset, devastated knowing that you were going through some serious shit that I didn’t have any control over.
Why is it that I must respect your Allah, your Buddha, your spirit animal,                 But you attack my God and my right to worship Him? Why must I mind my speech, my words, my phrases
People keep trying to mold me into a star Or a square Or whatever it is they want me to be It doesn’t matter I’ll keep being me And even if all I am is a straight line, That’s just fine.
As the sky cries out its melancholic anxiety, The sun tries to mitigate its condition. But with the environmental degradation present in society, Humans are the cause of such abolition.
Please eat... I hear their silent plea. Eyes look at me carefully. I smile gracefully but can't tame the voice inside of me. "No thanks. I'll have coffee." Can't they leave me be? Getting thin has a fee but I'm not scared. Can't they see?
Upendo; I miss you Your not just simple attraction, you know That feeling you feel when someone your feeling is feeling you Up
Look in the mirror; What do you see? Is there a smiling face staring back at me? Don't lie; you don't deserve to smile For who have you helped, and what have you done We wake and forget why we are here
Bullying others half your size Does that make you a man Then you hear about their brutal demise I bet that wasn't part of your plan   Did you think about crossing that line Look yourself in your eyes
Welcome to the divided states of America. A land filled with craze hate for another race. Is this the dream MLK wanted to create. Countless generations of babies taught hatred.
Every morning, every afternoon, every night we are blind. We are blind to a world that judges and ridicules us. Every step, every breath, every word, every action we are weaker.
It's the stars up north there's no light to distort  the beauty the skies bear.   Who's up there? Who's out there? Won't anyone respond?  
4 years ago i thought, "i will never make it", i almost gave up, but instead i faked it,   I was so depressed, nothing inside, but my friends gave me hope, and i decided to try,  
With every "that's not ladylike" my voice drops a little lower until I become a mosquito tone. With every "you hit like a girl" my fists collapse at my sides as open palms, begging approval.
Inspiration What is inspiration but a fanny pack full of hammy down quotes from people no different than you or I.  Or is it indifference that allows one to be different.  "Haters gnna hate!" 
  What explains the difference among differences? My mind troubled by the puzzle A maze in which chaos makes sense Differences more acceptable than others Lost, tumbled, shaken, and forgotten
I am a dreamer, I am a believer, I am a changer, In a world that sits still, I am a go getter,  In a world that sits still, I am a dancer,  I am an entreprenuer, a risk taker,  A dreamer, but in vain.
Man really isn't meant to be alone…At least not me.It's partially fine when amongst company,but...when they're gone…the television's on…and when that, along with the night is spent,
Chaos burned in her questioning eyes. Chaos tumbled through her curly hair. Chaos lingered on her waiting lips. Chaos was sitting there. Chaos was the passion with which she kissed.
 Life seems to revolve around the definitions of what  some people have...    What's the definiton of weak? Is it crying because your favorite television show has been cancelled?
War
Watch but do not speak,Adhere to the horrors and remain meek,
Does anybody up in here have a story to tell or is it just me  You know me growing up being the lawyer that I want to be or me growing up being another menace to society
  School,      we all know it, we all hate it, and we can't escape it. It seems as if it never leaves and once it does, it leaves its terr
I turn my head and I all I see is black,  He hovers over me waiting to attack. I close my eyes hoping that this feeling goes away, I cannot bear the thought of getting hurt  And when I open my eyes I am alone.
{In this galaxy, you may not recognize yourself, be careful where you whisper, and who you ask for help. If the moonflash makes you ignite, while raindrop kisses fall,
It was dark and crowded. It smelled like cigarrettes and desperation. If one more man looks at me like I am an entree, I think i will explode. I tell them I have a boyfriend.  I tell them I am a lesbian.
I used to keep my aspirations in a small white book with a round silver lock. Hidden, under my bed these were my dreams I could not speak about.
I wanted to feel alive. So with a CLICK the belt came off. Speeding out of control. It was an old car I was dangerous. I was careless. I made it home and smiled. exhilaration. I was lucky.
“Now we wait.” Said she. “No,” said he, “We breathe, We pulse, We regenerate.”
Everyone Dreams But I dream differently Everyone wants to achieve But I want it vividly Family is my motivation
A moment of quiet peace
Seagull poop: It is goop. Run for cover! The birds, they hover.
For four years you have lied to me and told me I was important you had me thinking i was your main priority instead, i wasn't even number three baseball came first, as always and then it was your video games
Will it ever end, Seeing the death of my Palestinian friends, Will it ever end, Seeing the terrorists bomb and kill with no repercussions, No consequences, just governmental corruption,
The electricity we use every day leave on the lights, you overpay what about the Earth  and its atmoshpere? All our cars spit up so much CO2 Emission and all our testing with nuclear fission.
I'm living in obscurity, I live with insecurities, My flaws have clouded my vision Now I'm blinded by imperfection. I'm on the outside looking in Cause I don't meet society's qualifications,
I'm beautiful because I know it. im beautiful because I don't have to flaunt it. I'm beautiful because someone doesn't have to tell me.
It will find you
You constantly bug me and ask me whats wrongNot knowing you were the problem all alongThis pain has turned my heart coldSo cold it has blackened my soul
One time I came home from a ni
One time I came home from a ni
Deception and dupery blended w
They were singing in the pagod
Christmas trees being cut down
The only sweater that I ever l
We love to hate but hate to love everyday i watch girls cover their face with make-up we pour ourselves into our jeans  trying to fit the mold of what we think we should be
We love to hate but hate to love everyday i watch girls cover their face with make-up we pour ourselves into our jeans  trying to fit the mold of what we think we should be
I stare at myself in the mirror,  And the image looking back at me is one that is disappointing,  I look in the mirror and the body that appears infront of me,  does not match my mind.  
The storm rages on outside my window, and I can't seem to find the calm.   Can you save me? These walls are not enough. The rain is seeping in, and I'm looking for an end.  
Wake up, everyone! Don’t you know? Till the ground for harvest Disrupting the unfruitful flow   It’s just how it is That’s not an excuse To let people settle
Is there a way to perpetua
Adrenaline pumps as a worry wart scurries, preparing the utter but cruel fate of the "real" world.  Tick tock, a race against the clock, call me White Rabbit as I tend to fret for the minute feelings in a myriad of ways.
Today is the day I must perform I wake up in the morning and look outside The sun's out. Does that mean I'll be good or-- Will the opposite occur?  Its time to go... I drive past homes and stores,
Turbulent veins Ancient toxins flowing
You tear me apart, you quiet, quiet heart
I long to be great. My mother believes I can be great. My grandmother knows I will be great. My father is proud that I am great.   "Be not afraid of greatness:
How can things be so difficult one minute, but then dissolve into something so pure? How do people look over the beauty of mistakes and only focus on the bad and evil perspectives?
How can things be so difficult one minute, but then dissolve into something so pure? How do people look over the beauty of mistakes and only focus on the bad and evil perspectives?
I want to vanish into the sky.Let me be...The shadow that blends with the clouds. 
I am angry I don't know at what. A pain in my chest and a heat in my head a snap--- just like that and I will scream my fury at you. My mom she says she won't pay for my college
These things really do happen. We're told our whole lives that if we dream it, we can make it happen Stick with that sport, hobbie, job or talent and it will eventually happen
At some point there comes a time where we have the talk with our parents The talk about success and at some point we all choose to digress
“Better to Live”   A few years ago, I was at the top of the world. Friends all around me and a beautiful girl. But something went missing. I was losing my ground.
Those who follow me wherever I go… Their faces like porcelain painted black, You say they’re not real, but they are…I know. Their hair is like water without the flow.
Oh God, Is this a shout or a prayer? Why can't I be happy now? Why does it always have to be later?
I hate the feelings of someone leaving
We all wish we could start over;Go back in time and begin anew.Try as we may, we just cannot.This we know, but regret to believe.Everyone wants one more moment.
There come a time in every man’s life Where he learns about who he is destined to be Some day he will take on a wife As he choose her and she choose he
I was Young and Wild And I gave you my heart
   Bodies in the sand, tight skin, shining eyes, messy hair,taute lips  kissed by the sunsrise. New life, wet air, rapid breathes pumping blood wide steps,big dreams.wet cheeks a rushing flood.
Many think that strenth lies within a number on a wieght. The truth is strength is measured within the mind. The mind of an ordinary person who has carried more than they can. Who has survived the storm.
I want to learn from the atom,
Do not dry the ocean of my Love.
No such thing complexity is A state of mind in all its being Hope and fear gather here To try and give someone some more time   Those who weep because of the unknown
Feet pounding the earth Salty sweat drips in my eyes Not too much longer.
Poems  They're not my thing They have a social stigma Poems   Poems They make my inner thoughts loud My exterior remains so stoic Poems   Poems
As I look at the doors around me,  I hear a rattling sound coming from one of my belt loops. Then I look to where the sound came from. I saw a key of rings on my belt loop.  
Floating in the lake of nothingness Words flowing in and out  They bear no meaning Or, do they?   Thrashing my arms and legs about Stuck in the thralls of life I am searching for an answer
As lIfe continued, I realized on thing in my life that was missing. People. I was alone. Why does lonliness wrap around one like a blanket, When you are surrounded by a sea of faces? Who am I,
Have you listened lately? Or did you become blinded by what you wanted to hear over what you needed to hear. Selective hearing, I guess? My talent is something God gave me a voice to move the room
Each day it's the same It's a constant mental game   Do I work for the almighty coin? Is that where happiness and comfort join?   Does the value really exist in a dollar?
  I look at your face And my eyes shed a tear
Eyes are restless and heavy  As a brick on the chest cavity sits. My body feels nothing but pure hunger. A hunger for nothing but more slumber.   6:00 a.m Eyes are still restless and heavy 
I've been hard at work since I graduated, I pay for my school, my rent, everything I've created.   I've kept up my GPA, joined a few clubs Traveled abroad, and avoided the pubs.  
Rain Rain Never Go Away You are the only one that understands my pain When everyone shuts me out You open your clouds up and cry with me
Behind this smile I will hide the things beneath that bubble, Scourging the very heart of me that tries not to crumble. You’ll always see the bliss and glee but never any pain,
Some days I wish I could forget my name.         For a few seconds A few minutes A few days, I wish I could Shed myself of these petty constraints                           
Smile
Darling, Theres a trick to every story: Read the ending so youre not disappointed. Keep your expectations set low But your head held high, Dont let them ever see you cry. Theyre not worth your tears
We live in a broken world, I’ve heard it over and over before. Traditions are lost, morals corrupt - Only to be torn apart by war.   We build and we build Our cities stand tall overhead
I'm about to spit you something lyrical Have you feeling spiritual Inspirational, sensational literacy I'll make it out the NOLA just wait and I'ma show you By attending college with my profound knowledge
If you really knew me you would know that I look at people the way you read a book. If you really knew me you'd see the way I tense up when
My dear Dream! You neither come with comforts nor You let me sleep with comfort. From the day one since I've met you until the time I marry you, I stay obsessed with you,
Life is like having a tick irritating like when you get a prick kinda like getting hit by a brick Sometimes you want to let it go But hold on you might find a glow Walkin throug town you get a little down
  courage  
No one told you to see them No one asked you to stare No one cared you spent that moment Wishing they weren’t there   No one believes the scars are true
When you think of lifePlants, animals, and people come to mind.
For all the girls standing in the line For the bathroom. For all the girls, Like myself. With a gaping black hole in the back of my throat Waiting for the next storm to come.
I remember the night I met you Your pale blue eyes always looking like they were on the verge of tears We spoke about nothing but somehow you felt so familiar A cool rain was falling and we said goodbye  
If a sequence of codes and letters represents my intelligence then I am reduced to a copy    A copy of my textbooks Dates and facts spewing from my mouth unable to think   
Your hair is dark and curly like mine; your anger is what I have held deep inside. I do not have many memories of you, but I do know I did and still do love you.
Fun Things and Happy Things Can you really leave these behind? Even if you can, can you keep loving this place? Can you keep loving yourself? Sad things and frightening things You want to leave those behind.
When I was young, I lost myself. I didnt know what I wanted, Or who i wanted to be.
It is said that there are two styles of brains one brain for each gender   brain number one free flowing thoughts mingling burts of colors into a vast number of hues
You hit  like a girl You throw like a girl You punch like a, scream like a, act like a girl.
If this up and coming where will we be going? 
Fingers tapping on the desk Considering what to write When suddenly it seems the obvious choice Is to write about my life   I wasn't born into a broken family I have no siblings to share with
 
Kept in confined cages, waiting out their days. A peeled radish in the nude, executed for a posh pelt; purely for the avarice of humans.   A dorsal fin removed to prepare a luxury soup,
I can do a push-up.Not the modified, girl kind;The "boy" ones, with my feet and all.But this is not a poem about me.  
Letters so big, Words so tall. The pencil will write Until life is null.                   Letters collaborate, Words are formed, Soon a sentence Is out the door.  
Simplicity isn't always a bad thingIn the autumn I like to jump in leavesRun in the rain in the springIn the summer I can make sunteaFuck winterThe stars are what keeps me grounded
Like the eternal night And the ethereal day My mind cannot stop, Its brakes made of glass.   Thinking consistently, Delicate matters only. Like ancient clockwork,
“I’m really sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but no we don’t care about your brain or ideas it’s all just incomprehensible babble going from ear to ear All that matters to us it’s all we dream about
They say Heroine is making a comeback Well I’d sure hope so because I was born too late to experience the full affect of it with people like me It’s said to be highly addictive
I want to talk about something that might make you feel a little weird and it’s  vaginas
I think they’re scared Feel like this civil rights act of 1964 worked a little too well And people really know that separate yet equal isn’t equal
There are millions more like me, Falling down so fast; No one ever wonders, "Who are we?
Occupiers hold on with iron grips Thoughtless deeds, humanity is on freeze Women, children cry out of soundless lips
Speak Your Mind Slam Sterling Klein
  This earth thirsts for something she cannot name And water cannot replace. Duty has dampened my dreams Until they are too heavy to carry And so I leave them in the mud
Sometimes I wonder; Life doesn't make sense. Where am I going? It's all just nonsense.    Today I was looking For something to hold. There was nothing... Until I found something bold.
Passing, yet dragging the time wares on my youth,
I see darkness.
Antigone, you’d imagine Things Fall Apart. But in that Heart of Darkness, You will find your sea and the light,
Head down on her desk She tries her best but she always gets pushed to the edge Sleepless nights control her life Staying up because the insomnia is too hard to fight
Modern Society
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You were like a child with a sweet tooth, and my heart was the sweetest thing you could find. You ate away at it as I played the dentist.
Saying good-bye to the whole universe
The mind is a cognitive facility, actually, faciliites that enables — consciousness, perception, judgment, thinking and memory.
Money sucking leeches Greed is what it is all about Life sucking leeches Draining the middle class of all they have Game playing leeches Toying with the little man’s life placing him in poverty
Crossing the paths of strangers faces, Each bringing you to different places. The whole world is crumbling at your feet, Surrender now and admit your defeat.
Tears drip from a dark, weary cloud Soaking the world in a wet darkness Dampening the spirits of the grass and the trees So even the sun has it’s head bowed. As the water falls below It depresses the people
What words are these that I
Often times my father will say,"whats with this generation today?"And I'll stop and think about what we've donethat is so goddamned bad Obviously the foriegn warscorruption in the state
Lately I've felt the need to write,  But when it comes down to it all I can do is hold my pen tight.   My page is blank,  But my mind is full.  Maybe I can't write because I'm waist deep in the bull?
"Speak Your mind."
I have traveled down the winding road and find myself in awe, that the beaten path leads not those who know their journey, but those who remain utterly lost. The path we find enticing seems to us to be concrete. 
A young maid with an innocent stare Runs about her garden, here and there. She sings and she plays completely unaware Of the Black Rose and the Red Raven   Many milk-white doves sing in her garden
Who are you? I'm Kimberlyn -    The one who spent Every weekend, And those sticky, sweet, Georgia summers At your house making memories.   The one that glistened Every Christmas
Dear Dairy,
On duty one day, the sun's out there's a breeze, A man comes out with his sights set on me. Says he can't swim and he's looking for a lesson, Short course crashed when I spoke of a correction.
Chemistry makes my brain cells popNot knowing is what makes me rock.Like a stone that will grow no mossI must push to let others know my thoughts 
We are All Victims no matter which race  The fine memories of our past still reaps  Its what we call bullying that kills this place  We hide until the screaming stops and weeps  
Now this poem might start off as a little bit rude but i think its time to speak some real hard truth on the matters at hand that are destroying society and bringing on an age of violence and mediocrity  
I can’t help but wonder when the birds fly above do they see the mess we’ve made?A place for nesting hard to find because the humans own it all.
My Mind is of the Forest, wide and everlasting, Yet subtle in its dominance; its same frailty— At Wind’s command the Trees do bow
I woke up today paralyzed. 100 and 44 weeks straight and this pain hasn't let up. 26,297 hours. That's three years, and we're going on our fourth.  I tried opening the blinds but the sunlight hurt. My skin,
I search for four leaf cloversJust so I can give them to youI wish every chance I getAnd set my heart on them to come true I deny everyone I know
  Just because I'm shy 
So I heard that you told Bobby who told Ashley Who told Jason who told Casey who told Ant Who told Lisa who told Bria… That you thought I wasn’t a lady? Why though? Because I don’t bend at the whim of a man?
I text, I pin, I tweet, repeat, I like, comment, I friend, unfriend,   I don't have to know, where my 'friends' go, who they see, or when they party, I don't have to know,
Father slapped me across the face When I asked him Why he was never home Anymore.
pretty African girl, why do you cry? why do those tear drops fall from thy eye? do you not see or do you not know the beauty that only you could show pretty African girl why do you fret?
  That cigarette of yours burned your mind.
Things feel simple as a child Every task and punishment is mild But as we move closer to maturity Consequences and reponsibilities will come surely With everything comes change  As a result we must rearrange
The Battle of Today  
The Less-Imaginable   Which came first, the mind or reality? They live in each other. But one should not be measured by location. This is often pre-determined, as all things original are.
When she walks she feels the stares  Wonders the thoughts of others as they glare Jealous girls Hormone raging boys Who all think they know themselves and what this world has to offer..
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Small and quiet, timid, afraid I need out of this labrynthine maze! Of things I must do and things I must not. Why can't I find my way to the top? That beautiful place, held dear in my mind.
I've been dragged on this leash far too long; the skin on my feet is wearing. I'm taking back the key to my life, it was never rightfully yours. Only this time I won't return;
  Darkness creeps. The depression is what the medically educated call it. I call it darkness. Every day it finds me. Good days. Bad days.  It always finds me. I cannot escape it,
Do you hate me, like I hate the snow?  
When you tell me To "speak my mind," Don't assume by the silence gracing your ears That I have nothing to say. People always Jump to conclusions, Falling into the trap
Sometimes we find our mind pausing as we walk  We look around, observe and realize what this world is really about Secretly observing people as we walk, studying their every move
I'm utterly obsessedwith the way the syllables in your nameslip from my tongue.
The end Of our days
“Good night,” they say to one another;                              Two love birds postpone a return                       To which the dark takes to cover,
Abandonment hunger pain love acceptance attention childishness trust contentedness hope   Struggle of saying goodbye Not able to protect them It is our privilege to bless
The days of my youth are so hard, but in a way kind.I can do anything I set my mind To. WIthout Knowing this, I would be blind.I will do whatever it takes to succeed.IT IS IN ME, I have everything I need. 
Heated Upset Not Happy All the product of problems Jay-Z says he has 99 This bitch has too many to count   no, not like real life problems
"Speak Your Mind" my mind doesn't think in words nor does it have a voice yet it tells me things stories advice warnings
beat beat beating pound pound pounding Is it a heart? A fist? A drum? A speaker? Is it all not the same? Isn't everything that makes this sound of purpose worth the same?  
How do you know what is real? Does it think or breathe? Or does it simply exist?
Boxes scattered across the floor, filled with mindless necessities. The clothes she rarely wears, The books still dog-eared, Their pages unread.   What qualifies these things,
I live in a society were theres no dignity A person said this  Then they said that
Tick My likes might not excite you But they ignite me When I sit back and truly ask myself What is it that makes me come to life? What is my passion, my motivation the reason I do what I do
DripDripSplashDripDropDripDropMoistness fills the airAfter quenching the demandOf the dusty landThe cot made with rope and woodShifts as you sneeze
She was a flower, a beautiful flower. The kind you dream about.
Speak your mind when your friends are watching  Speak you mind when the clock is tocking Speak out loud when your words are shaking Speak you mind when your heart is breaking Speak out loud whe your breath is taken
Nobody knows how great first place is than second place does. Only a few meters behind him in a race, never the center of attention when people look around to judge, and never being a girl's first choice or taste.
I Hear Voices            But There not Voices There Thoughts            My Thoughts Waiting To Be Spoken           Waiting to Be said All I need To say is a few Word
You asked me to abolish force/I think I'll have you watching more/ I introduce cerebral's port/ I think I'll call it "Hall Of Doors"/ The Hall Of Doors is a labyrinth in cerebral/
My brain is a computer - Yelling out binary code -  
What really gets me going in life is the fufillment of dreams and love throughout strife. The courage to do
How do we breathe Or why do we sneeze? How do our intestines move our food
Why? Why on earth? Why would you never come to class? You tell me this will be different, You tell me this will be a good class, You lied. Your never here.
Ashanti Emmanuel  
Tick Tick Tick what makes me tick
Let me be kindling for your hate I can be the scapegoat for your insecurities Allow me to be your martyr in the eyes of your jurors
  we all start by hitting the ground and we open our eyes
Am I really beautiful, or are you just lying? Do you mean what you say, or should I stop trying? You make me feel like I’ve never felt before. Your waves of emotion wash upon my shore.
Words Are a powerful thing. Many can’t control it Many can’t comprehend the power words have on their lives, On other people’s lives. Words. One slip of the tongue,
Why was I choses to cry and scream while others tears have fallen asleep Why was I chosen to laugh While others fall into a pit of endless sorrow Why was I chosen to lead, instead of follow
Hamlet speech To be or not to be now that is my question/ Weather to act to or not react and then explain my confession/ Is it right I don't react, I feel I'm losing control/
Trying to be defined by who I am in your eyes, But what are my definitions, What are my standards? When I look in your eyes I see a misrepresentation of the girl that I am
what is wrong, what is right?   who am i, who are you?   how do i know what i see is real, and how do i know that you are you?  
What are words?  but a mere creation of humans. No words can describe how I feel,  when I'm without you. No words can explain the feeling I get,  when I see you.
and if i could snap my fingers and clap my hands and nod my head and stomp my feet or say a word and make anything happen   I'd make a change  
The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you same my name. Like venom on the tip of your tongue spitting every word in vain YOU tick me The smile of a goddess, the heart of a king, and a voice that makes me plea
It's so hard to stay in reality When the mind is a better place to be. Why suffer in the world of practical When you possess a world that's magical? You are a perfect being over Here
Pain, a fleeting, yet ever present state Affecting everyone Differently Heartbreak, loss, scraped knees, broken bones Without pain How would we overcome? How would we learn to appreciate the good?
I sometimes dwell in the past. And I think about how time went by so fast. I think about the choices and decisions I've made. The friends I use to have fade.  I remember being younger and care free.
As I wake up I have my towel in hand Brushing my teeth Putting on clothes To go   To school I have a test today Papers due tomorrow I'll study after I go  
                      RACISM IN AMERICA    Racism it's everywhere We try to avoid it To hide it  To fight it  To kill it But the truth of the matter is,
My child is like a needle being found in a stack of hay. She is different in so many ways and that’s what I love most about her. She’s like my number 1 fan and vice versa.
What is a world without transition and change? All the gay lesbians transgender and bi people are not natural they say! But who are they to say what is natural? When homosexuals are found in so many different species?
What makes my mind tick? Who knows. Some wacky combination of my parents x's and y's or o's or who knows. Perhaps there's a clock inside my mind whose arms spin round and round keeping the wheels spinning.
Battle with your heart , battle with your mind and if you dont want to fine..... its not worth your time. 
I am from love, life, and happiness. I am from running towards the sun in summer, and drinking hot chocolate in the winter. I am from friends that used to be just neighbors. I am from the Catholic family.
When I'm older you won't be able to hurt me anymore.  I'll have the power.  I'll be in control of my own life and you'll be helpless. You'll be nothing, just like you make me feel. 
I try to say what is on my mind, It never turns out right. I can only guess why it does, I'm pretty sure that I might, Say something that could make you laugh. Or something that could make you cry,
Trust and be assured until your whole life reduces to nothing but waking up morning after morning trembling with fear. Unknowingly passing it from man to man until every face is begging with unheard screams
Dear John, I wish I got to talk to you before you hopped in the car that night Just to catch up, hear about your sights We always knew that you had the vision A nineteen year old soldier, on a high speed mission
Death is a spontaneous phenomenon.
  They know your hair color and they know your height They know you don't like fish and that you won't eat squid They see you read a romantic novel and that it made you smile
Can you repeat you that one more time? Can you conjure up the feelings Can you make the words rhyme? I know that you think you’re safe But you need to see the signs Can you say that last thing you said to me
What's in my mind? I'll take you on a trip up to manhattan valley,  where the white people live I'll take you back to a time that wasn't the best Back when this block was called the "Upper West"
Everything seems lost I thought I was on the right path Everything was falling into place Then my life was flipped upside down   One thing was left My faith in God I have to keep moving forward
Ungreateful, I'm red- Lazy, privileged I am livid- work to play
I wonder what you think when you’re out there smoking your cigarette. I wonder what you would think if you knew I hold your baby while she cries. I wonder what you think when you’re out there smoking your cigarette.
A friend of mine has touched my heart recently. She has shown me what a true President is. She has shown me what a true President does. He (or she!) cares more for others than for himself (or herself!).
Life moves on. 
Why do I hate school? 
Eyes tell so many stories. 
As the rain falls, it cries 
Listen.
There’s a point in my life where I can look back.
The directions are infinite: A compass without bounds.    My mind speaks to me Telling me to follow logic To follow the set conventions For straying is sure death. Yet my heart sings
  Machine Minds   Tick tick tick. The never-ending tick of the mind. Forever the enigma.
If they are happy love is love regardless why should we judge them  
Book Paper, ink Insightful, inspirational, marvelous The embodiment of ideas Knowledge
A gilded cage, clipped wings, a weight, breath short, metallic fear shaking, sweating, the bitter putrid taste of vomit.                 Anxiety.
we've all seen the movies, when the credits roll/ just a bunch of names that continually scroll/ but what if yours was up there? what would happen then? you would wait until you saw it, even if its at the end/
My country 'tis of thee My brown hands work hard for almost free Cutting insults in everything I see At least I am not a pan handler like thee   Judged for seeking a nobler life
Fly through the ocean,Swim through the air,Make no sense and don’t even careWrite it in sounds,Tell it in colorsRun through circles andConfuse all the othersJump up a wall,Walk to the moon
When feet grow wings I’ll think of happier things: Like pocketing textbooks And catching all your dirty looks.   When feet grow wings We’ll speak of happier things,
I wanted to be an astronaut. To leave this world with all it's tiny whiny problems behind.    But then I discovered  what it means to be free It's not the freedom to run
I wanted to be an astronaut. To leave this world with all its tiny whiny problems behind.    But then I discovered  what it means to be free It's not the freedom to run
Who is that in the mirror? The one staring back at me Her eyes look familiar Her face foreign What is that pain? She has a bruise on her arm Where he grabbed her too hard
The time was near It felt like it took forever 
There once was a beautiful girl who was sheltered from the world. She lived her life in a cocoon, but she was no longer a caterpillar. Now she was a colorful butterfly with her wings spread high, ready to fly.
For a world thats so forgiving. Why am I unforgiven? In times so new Why is It I feel old? Though we're said to be genuine Everyone seems made from plastic, Humanity is doomed by conformity
It goes high school, graduation, college, debt for a lot, there is not a way to skip that last step but I try and try and think and think and all I come to is money Vs passion.
The Earth is our home
It seems as though I'm often taking steps backwards,
Oh I do not know if I love or hate to see you every morning You push me with you square wheels yet,
The engine on the lawn mower roars to life, Behind it, a homely gardener emerges, The sweat on his brow glistens in the sun. He stops to rest and turns to the street,
The shaking of a hand The shortness of breath The good days and the bad   Not knowing what is coming next Will I have an attack today? 
I write because it is my tactic of escape From this cold world filled with violence and rape
Have you ever envisioned Karmaas an object or a thing?Is Karma a force?Is Karma a centrifugal ring?Or perhaps Karma is a person;a woman or a man.Unfortunately, I cannot tell;No one can.
Tribulations of young life start out bright Yet the other kids didn't see the same light
A picture is a thousand words Take them Make memories Have fun LIVE
Dear Mr. President, America is supposed to be the land of opportunity, yet we shuffle families back to their home lands and barricade dreamers from coming to this ground with a wall
Everyone does it  Heads filled with assumptions It's human nature
I am a machine gun Jammed Not ready But I'm fired anyways I am the back fire The back of the minds eternal guilt And as I drink I am the fire Sliding down my throat
             I am a woman             I have long hair, I have a high voice, long lashes and lips of cherry             I have curves, I have breasts and a butt             And I love my body and I am proud  
If I had it my way… I would pass back over the infinite abyss of rocky, tortuous paths Of Failed Attempts to Save Your Wretched, Reckless Soul And frantically collect the pieces of me I've lost along the way,
Darling dont you see? The world doesn't want someone like me.   Each moment is a battle. Each day a war. These scars tell a story of when my soul did rattle.
The mind is an insect, Bothersome, but auxiliary. Needed by all, hated by all, The source of all pain.   Heartbreak, obligation, personal development, All in one locality.
Trapped in an image, Afraid to be judged by the people around us Not being who you’re suppose to be, Forced to be what the world wants to see, What they think is right.
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