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I wish for the day when girls can be girls and boys can be boys , in whatever way that they enjoy.   Where the bread in his kitchen is enough for meals,
Average, Normal, Typical, Who has the say to define such? Who has the say to define beauty, class, status? All is crafted and twined by mankind.
  She felt the pressure Of a world being taken from her Everything she knew Was disappearing
What do you see? Do you see what I see? A land constantly in struggle between freedom and equality? O say can you see the anger in people's eyes, Hear the pain in people's cries,
We come in this world pure, With a certain gleam, A light in our eyes. But over time, We lose that gleam, that light. It's taken from us. Not by choice. No.
The water puts out the fire, love cleanses the pain. The light glows out the dark, the sun shines before the moon. No matter what path you walk into, when ever your feeling happy or sad,
Foundation, eye shadow, eyeliner Some of the products used by many  The clothes that society says look good are designer Am I the only one that finds jeans on clearance at JcPenny? 
A gentle hand brings you into this world Gentle arms hold you A gentle smile brings you words of comfort Everyhing gentle makes everything normal until reality hits you 
I am just me. I have nothing to hide behind these two curtains of mine.  My eyes see all these fake people just barely surviving. I am judged because of my opinions, when in fact they are the truth.
A change can alter the world From the change of wind for Columbus Or a single intake of wind in a different direction If a slight step is retaken in a new way The world will shift  
What makes my quaking voice different, I can’t speak in front of people; Rather, I choose to draw and paint and write, Exactly how I feel.  
This world. Yes. This one The one you're a part of Is dying The United States falls The Middle East quarrels The world is gripped by panic, and fear Pestilence War Poverty
Who are you? Who am I? What will I become? Who will remember me when everyone that remembers me is gone? When I die, would my life make a differnce?  Or would it seem like I never existed?  
Move like an ocean, 
How many people have tried to
Haiku   Freedom to express Invigorates the suppressed. Love's blind, not distressed. 
What makes me tick I haven't hands or a face like a clock Just gears in my head slow and steady whir and buzz   What labels on those gears, dear
I wish I could change the world,
Ever held a dead, lifeless body in your arms?
A yellow stick It can perform any trick
Thoughts zing here and there But I don't know exactly where I ponder life and all that matters What if everything shatters I see life change all around You can see it in the trees and on the ground
If I could change the world I would not start with civil rights Or sorrowful, sleepness nights Or stopping all the senseless fights   I would not start with prostitutes Or giving people therapy
What would I change? Now that's a good question. Let's start with college; it's way too expensive and the amount of debt it causes is CRAZY. I mean if it is so important, don't you think it should be affordable?
If emotions were exposed what would we be? How long could we ignore our fellow man's depravity?  
It needs to change so it shall, Eventually with or without me here.     I can change thee or others; I could be acquisitive changing my mien, and my myriad faults;
If I could change the world I'd change the way we live today Change the way we think  And change the way we perceive   If I could change the world  I'd fly around a mountain high
  Honestly.    I became angry today.   You told me you had never been anywhere. And didn’t want to go. And never would.   That your life was perfect.
If I could change the world Everyone would be educated College would be free I could attend my dream school   Everyone would be educated Because everyone deserves an education
Step by step Little by little Take it apart Separate all the pieces. Take the illness and suffering away. Theses cannot be eliminated Yet it's possible to use tools against them.
  I am a speck of dust Spinning round and round Universe of stars All bright and profound  
Mama calle
Mama calle
The guns ring one last shot
no big words, no amaing but aiming to my soul ,before you even think of blackmailing me think of what im saying. look, im not disciminating unless you are not the one living it and your parents paying
They sit there all alone/ the poor, the sick, the homeless/why does no one hear them cry/it seems that life is hopeless.Why can't we take a single day/to reach out and show grace/to help out a fellow man/to look them in the face.What a difference
  Although, all the world still waits to see what we shall become. Uncanniness isn’t wit.
Stop Torturing Me With Your Memories
They say my thighs aren’t skinny enough That my hair isn’t long enough Or curly enough. They say my stomoch isn't skinny enough That my hair isn't skinny enough That I am not enough But I don’t care.
What would you change?What would I change?When not just one thingEven more than just a few come to mindWhat does that say?TrappedIn a world whirlwinding in such disarray
If I had the power to change things I would not change much Just the direction of my feet When the ground is hard and Laden with a cobbled facade I would change the sound of a tragedy
It seems like,             everyone is always trying to change themselves             thinking it will change the world around them as
If I could change one thing about the world, I'd change the way it's ran. It'd be a place where people weren't afraid to take a stand. In the world we live in now, there's a unanomous point of view.
We live in a world where the American dream is a thing that is yearned, Where liberty is free and opportunity awaits around every turn. We live in a world where we are given every right to speak what is our hearts,
I am lost.Lost in a world that only sees shades and could care less about you if you don't have the best grades.
In history class I watched the Indians, Assimilate, Their culture was destroyed by,
Pride gets in the way Envy lies in hearts  Gluttony overflows our nation While lust tears relations apart Anger boils within our veins  Greed prevents us from our potential
Change is an easy word to say but very hard to do Change comes in all forms no matter how BIG or how 
The world we live in is a mess but we can fix it. We need everyone to try and no one to quit.   Some people are fat, some people are gay some people have blue hair and some people have tattoos.
If the stars disappeared 
Things were a lot better when we were fighting the world and not each other. Things were a lot better when we worked together and not apart. Things were a lot better when you were my Superman instead of my Kryptonite.
Its dark, its cold, theres no way out every space of light seems to be occupied by its own form of witchcraft I walk on this world with no stablilized path the lukewarm presense of the present life
What's wrong with your ankles?Why do they look like that?I had a roughly drawn childhoodthe brown is painted with pinkbeige splatters across the waysome white spots are seen.
My mother is the queen, For control is all that matters.   My father is the king, The foreseer of decisions.   Mother fends for her bishops, But they cannot save her children.  
It must be scary, in the real world where people run rampant and uncaged I think I'm safer in this place with the peaceful whitwalls and the crazies all caged atleast in here I know where I stand
lately my grandmother has been practicing her english with the phrase: no one should have to die with pain and suffering the pencil marks bow through the pages so earnestly
I use poetry to bring fort important discussions, I don't believe in limiting topics because I'm young, But for starters, I've lost friends, They're legal and I'm just a teen, Life seems frugal with a hint of mean,
I am a wisp of wind, a haze of light I am like a river flowing with an endless might I resemble in form a human being, a wondering beast, a towering forest and anything you may seek
We were born alone to fight the unknown. God only knows how much longer  we can go. The internal battles are stuggles  we keep in bottles. Trying to express who we are in a civilization
See the masked skeletons of undead slaves march varnished spirits welded together by the sins of their past through the smog they trudge
The world? Who created it? This place we live in, the place where the lving... things reside. The place that contains people, contains buildings, contains everything but the creator.
Change The World What is the World? The World is a whole, the world is a concoction, the world is US. What is Us? Us are the people, We are Us? No! We are the people. What are the People?
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