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A series of fortunate events led me to grow up, to glow up, to dream of living more by the Torah - to give up my childish dreams and rebellious fantasies.    Number One - All my “number one”s suddenly seemed immature and annoying.
In a world filled with Buzz I sit here alone. Watching. Seeing. Smiling.   In a world surrounded by Connection I sit here alone. Warmed. Waiting. Contented.  
Fear was my best friend since childhood, Kept me from getting hurt, like it thought I would. Afraid failing the class, afraid of getting harass. Be the best student, have a good tolerant.
Undocumented aliens, Racists see them as the enemies They’re trying to make a living for themselves, Not to mention for their families. Getting deported by I.C.E So hard to comprehend
Dear guy in the UPS store I knew you would be the focus of my poem as soon as I saw the floor Clean shaven, nice hair it looks like you might actually care
  By Stanley Collymore   Genuine friendship is a requisite asset that without which no relationship that’s worth the name can logically claim, in any given circumstance,
We look to find just who we are inside Forever looking to find where we fit Having constant fear of being denied In the process some people just lose it Everywhere we attempt to interact
Dear Society.... 
Unheard, Unseen Blind, naked and uncontrollable trembling. Drowning me, Suffocating me. Are you okay? Whats wrong? Why cant you say? You're a fake Just afraid. You're not pretty, 
Do you know how it feels to be black? Keeping one eye over your back. The cops stopped my brothers and I in our tracks. "Hey, where are you heading?" We were heading home where prejudice and racial injustice did not exist.
Once upon a time When knights in armor shined There waited a young princess Who had many hobbies and interests Yet at the very thought of marriage, she felt herself grow distant  
In South Park on bench I'm set, to meet a girl I've never met. Soft excitement comes alive, as I await her to arrive. Should this be our final meeting, remember fondly this moment fleeting.
  Can you see through the smog in the air In which the sun’s bright light is dimming from space debris, but we do not care Twilight's last gleaming, the only time the harsh pollution is hidden
Loved Replaced Abandoned Birds flying in bright sky people gathering feathers to make jewerly succulent being abandoned in the desert ,but being bought for aesthetics 
Rest with these, I stress relieve The worst of  Me Lie and commit sins with ease I know just who to please I best believe But ask for the better cause? As it thaws  
I comprehend my own actions, and these feelings in which I'm penned. You never really know how it is, to be in this body in which I spend my time, but then I don't comprehend
I comprehend my own actions, and these feelings in which I'm penned. You never really know how it is, to be in this body in which I spend my time, but then I don't comprehend
Old friend, look at me now.   As of late I have taken over the minds of the privileged drawing them in playing with their words like a musician does strings. Finally,
  By Stanley Collymore   In Britain there’s an inured dumbed-down educational system, that is fittingly and therefore encouragingly in the sick and
  By Stanley Collymore   To say that 2016 was an absolutely dreadful year would be a gross understatement on my part, and to me it’s abundantly clear that that
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The Sun intrudes into my bedroom, Her rays glare into my face, With brutal light, its intensity hard to take I was sleepless and down, my body worn out,
  By Stanley Collymore   A stranger entering one’s life whether casually, intentionally or just plain accidentally can be delightfully pleasing to that person’s inner
  By Stanley Collymore   Unfortunately the narcissistically inured, absolutely incompetent, schemingly workshy, barbarously unhelpful and the all pervasive and intensely
I understand that you are adhered between a virtual you  as well as a abstract you who would of knew that your thoughts attracted light towards you?
  By Stanley Collymore   I was born free and from birth fully endowed with the Godly gift of liberty and the inalienable freedom to become whatsoever it was that constructively I
I'm not antisocial, Nor do I hate people when I go away. I actually thrive around them, But there is a limit for me everyday. I don't like large groups, Unless it's a festival or concert.
A bullet costs less than a quarter A life is cut shorter   A bullet is made of lead  A life is dead   A bullet is fast A life's wound is vast   A bullet hits hard
I’ve always wondered how wonderful the world would be if we all just embraced each other A hug for one person to another A kiss to make somebody’s day Some loving to make the pain go away
A kid who spits and stutters when he talks Is scared to say a word A girl who has to limp when she walks Can never join the herds And do we tell them they’re different Or do we accept them for who they are?
They   tried,  
I think there are people who are normal people, those who go to work, go to school, and go about their day like a normal person. Then there are those who are wolves in sheep's clothing.
A rectangular object that fits into my hand, An object which contains information from all around the world
 By Stanley Collymore Ridiculed and scorned it was youthat gave me the inspirationto carry on – for in theirintense hatred of you,
 By Stanley Collymore Profusely and consistently you rain down the determinedstrength and required temperature of the water I need
People walking the streets with their gold, as if life to them will never feel cold That's what we want to see, is the life that was meant to be, for me.
By Stanley Collymore I know who and what I am and likewise what I’ve alwaysaspired to be, and although there have been occasions
Emo girl, gauged ears like sink plugs Bracelets hiding both arms, like a secret. Vibrant hair, changes like a chameleon. Proud fashion adaptive and social maverick. Congratulations.  
   
They're all laughing, Mingling, And discovering each other While I watch, Powerless to the inescapable choking That comes with the sight of people. I'm a storm of feelings, A hurricane of thoughts,
By Stanley Collymore You say that you’re blasé about sex and can eithertake it or leave it, but if your claim oft repeated,
When you truly love someone, their heart is yours. That one person is your other half. You always have that spark That can never pull you apart through thick and thin.  
My Generation  Oh my sweet generation      What has become of us SHALLOW SOULS  Unconsciously submerging ourselves into this deep hole A hole called society
I turn on the shower head along with my thoughts Which are often not my thoughts at all My mind has been infiltrated by society's thoughts And everything it has taught Should I really be distraught about all this?
"Excuse me miss, can I help you?" Have you heard this recently? It seems as if people can never talk decently. Is politeness something we are born with or taught?
A noose of ignorance and gallows of derogation set up for the distinct,The blaze of the stares just as severing as if it been the blade of an ax.Gagged by the silence, and hands bound by injustice,
Our generation
There’s a reason we’d rather leave talking to a backlit screen, pictures to a filtered camera, mindless chit-chat to a soft blue bird,
Every thought is documented, across the globe, throughout the day. Personal life—an open book; online for the whole world to see, and prey.   The drama, the agony, the hoots, and the tears;
What happened to the days of old?
Hands on the keyboard Frantically keeping up Connecting with words
  What is this nation coming to? What are “We the People” gonna do? People are going out of their way to be known. If you wanna be cool then you need an iPhone.
135 pounds?! There's no such thing as having an eating disorder when you're so fat Eating disorders are for the skinny people For my friend, who is 105 pounds and eats whatever she wants  
You’re afraid of what could happen So you constantly keep up a wall You are in a constant battle But aren’t we all?
I'm a guy that's different, but that doesn't mean I'm indifferent. A guy that's diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome. My social life maybe pretty hard, but don't mistake me for a retard.
What do you really think when you say, how are you? Because I doubt that you mean it, but it’s the polite thing to do I could talk all day about what I’ve recently been through
It seems to me like we don’t have time for each other. Technology’s supposed to keep us more connected, But somehow we’re becoming more distant. Sending texts of meaningless conversation,
Do I dareCommit?Do I dare act so past regret,So inexorably,Just as Alexander cut the Gordian Knot?So it was that he sealed his fate,Was victim to what he wrought.
Who am I?A brown girl?A tall girl?The girl who changesher hair often? Who am I?The introvert?The intellegent one?The sarcastic one?
Harsh and cold Is the shattered concrete Click clicking beneath the feet Of jostled ignorance   Heavily breathing Pant panting anxiety Beneath these metal ghosts  
When you see me you would think, There goes a strong young man. Never close to breaking him, He feels as much as a tin can. And if you asked me now, this is what I'd tell. I've never shed a tear
You must always be sure to use Colorful affection with Ribbon-wrapped words and Throw a smile over your shoulder; See how far it will go, Since a child always loves A sticker with a smiley-face.
If I were to respond in the opposite manner, regardless of the topic, regardless of the glamour, how do you think you would respond, when in general you are the one to play along? I don’t think this is fair,
She’s perfectly perfect Skinny enough But she doesn’t see that reflection in the mirror. Everything wrong. The feeling of imperfection ever lasting. Starvation forces numbers down
New faces bring new thunderstorms The smell of fresh rain on pavement shows change in the air The lightning flashes a bright sky for a split second The moment rips away as thunder claps the same old darkness back
The way the ignorant bystander lurks, Enclosed with thoughts and society pressure, Cradles their mind possessing hundreds of blisters, Thinking they might overcome the silence.
Yesterday African Americans didn't have rights Yesterday a white man standing up for a black man was wrong Yesterday slaves were shipped across a ocean of pain only to be greeted by a lifetime of suffering
A few weeks ago I was reading a book on theater And someone saw me reading and told me, "Black people don't read". That made me sad. Then the quote started to sink into my thoughts and it started to make me mad.
Interrupted Solace in a Winter's Evening Every once and awhile I like to be alone I burrow in the confines of my memory And dart from conversations like a fish from glass
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