Poverty
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A fridged frost of snow and ice
Steals away the beauty of night.
A land chained to poverty by Putin,
Who, above all, evades prosecution.
My Babushka’s cries consume my ears,
There's a city
Not that pretty
Some peeps be like "thats a pity"
But it's lit
Every bit
Full of good times and of wit
They got game
Got no shame
On sunny days,
They could be seen on the roadsides
Under the sun rays
On which their full skin shines
Like the morning stars
Their piercing eyes begging for food
Searching like scavengers
Urban Camping
I reported in newsprint that rubs off on sweaty, swollen fingertips
when the sister city down the highway
passed their own ordinance;
Early in the morning, waiting for thee
Nearly the rising dawn, making me
Curious to see in your eyes,
Which are precious and out of lies
flashlights in our hands,
heads laying on couches,
empty plates with no food on it,
but you had it easy?
You always went out,
everyday you went to a damn resturaunt,
In America, the blacks and latinos are being oppressed everyday.
Peace and Blessings brethren, O nation of Israel. You so-called Blacks, Hispanics, and Native American Indians are the Biblical Israelites. What is an Israelite?
frozen meals in the microwave,
smelling all the rich smells of food you crave,
thinking of the nice people that always had something they gave,
thinking of the grandpa that was just buried in his grave,
Waking up to seeing failure sleeping on my mat
This is never my friend but how guided in
Yelling at him, he screwed up to anger
I have wondered and thought, I slept alone
I have no one in, I'm in the room alone
When I look at those faces,
Walking lonely , penniless at empty places,
I wonder why life for them has no happy traces,
They wake up everyday cursing at life for everything,
Every poor girls have alot of dreams but all dreams don't come true in their lives . They have wanted everything in their lives . They always hoping from Allah they believed InshanAllah Allah gives me everythings one day✨
When you look at me,
You may perceive, whilst seeing
my bed composed of flowers.
Knowing not how difficult it is,
I hesitate before lying down on it;
to admit, to keep my body from being pierced.
Bills, bills, BILLS...
...constantly, incoming.
Money, money, MONEY...
...constantly, outgoing.
Savings, virtually NONE...;
As soon as 'any' money comes in...;
Why do I love you I asked myself I can't stop thinking of you even when I wanna be over you was it how much we known each other for a long time? I can't say all I know is it feel's like I'm obessed and deeply what to be with you forever yet I kno
Why do I love you I asked myself I can't stop thinking of you even when I wanna be over you was it how much we known each other for a long time? I can't say all I know is it feel's like I'm obessed and deeply what to be with you forever yet I kno
Look around and see great men.
Some have risen from the poor.
Some are bankers, and other statesmen,
Some rises have been premature.
come to me thats what they say
Stay here don't let me break
As i cry and weep i stutter
As if to say dont let me go Astray
I want to feast on a bowlful of stars,
And bathe in the heavenly mist of inspiration,
I want to avoid the backwash of death and ride its wave instead,
Let me speak to you the words that reside between the lines of what defines poverty. Poverty....
I relinquish my vittles
To the point where my blood secretes
From my screaming pores
"It hurts "they yell
So I give until it hurts some more
The reason to delve into generous endeavors
I was raised by
Milk and cookies
aunt was cookin’
with me lookin to see if i’d learn,
Kind of Aunt…
I was raised by
Why do people have to die
we just wish they could stay a live
people say it's going to be okay
but it's not
it's not okay
we cry
we hind
and end up not saying goodbye
we scream
It's easy to say I'm fine it's hard to say I'm good I'm doing great I'm doing better.
Every day people always say or ask why are you like this your so cheerful.
PSALM TWENTY AND ONE
OF PRAISE TO MAGNIFY
THY LORD GOD,
JEHOVAH ORI.
1)I'll adore thy
Lord with my
whole heart ♥
and I will sing
His praise in
His sanctuary.
Sanely
baby, and certainly you're that which my heart ♥ craves.
My soul
traveling on the highway reaching you. My original copy
This
Lovecraft is unstoppable. For the sparkles✨in your eyes
dazzle.
I wish I be a winner, for I've came a long way & still I got so far to go being a racer.
Ride all day I think I lost my way. But love on my mind ain't a player.
Lord Cares!
These Goes To Those Under The Foster And Orphanage Care.
The
people
of
the most high. Even when thee father and mother are no longer here. Thy Lord be always there.
I have sat on the throne of envy, yet you oh gracious one love me anyway. Lord God you took away my affliction and removed the chains that ensnared me in utter misery.
Who is to blame?
You, me, the state, your bad luck or our poor choices?
Countless dreams scattered all over the rails of track number 9
A chilly night
When everyone else was sleeping
Yearning to become someone better,
That is one wish all children make.
But what happens?
When some wishes
Turn into ashes;
Without even trying.
Then all get lost.
Hood influence in destiny who I am to complain It hard to compete, I have to take the part to triumph I raise my head up to find a better door than a window not to block my view to succeed
He sits alone at the street light,
Again
Freezing rain drenches him
Like a titanic waterfall falling from the clouds.
He doesn’t have a mom or pops
The heart beats, but
I can’t dance anymore,
Its music is bitter within
Like a sting on the foot.
Life as a young kid was a great struggle
In this substantial world,
where the major rise
and the minor falls.
Our motto to achieve greater heights.
Money and fame; hell of a mixture.
Been missing for a while, now the time for me to chatch up
Sipping up juicy spotlight, shaded by money trees,
Groupies posing for pictures, shots from a selfie steak.
In life there are people that will hurt us and cause us pain, but we must learn to forgive and forget and not hold grudges. In life are mistakes we will make, but we must learn from our wrongs and grow from them.
Life is carzy. And totally unpredictable... It's going to push you over, Kick you while you're down, And hit you when you try to get up. Not everything can beat you.
To learn while still a child. What this life is meant to be. To know it goes beyond myself, it's so much more that me. To overcome the tragedies, To survive the hardest times. To face those moments filled with pain, And still manage to be kind.
Let me live within the moment. Let me feel all that I can. Let me cherish life for all it's worth, With everything I am. Let me see what's right in front of me, With vision crystal clear.
The lady who has loved you as you've grown. Will always love and cherish you for all time. She has the greatest heart ever known. She watched you grow through every milestone and held you during every bedtime.
If I could write a story, it would be the greatest ever told. I'd write about my daddy, For he had a heart of gold. My dad, he was no hero Known around the world. He was everything to me, For I was his baby girl. I'd write about the lessons.
I always have an energy that radiates
when I am with my people who understand me
knowing that I trust them as they bring
smiles to my face including laughter
good vibes is all we need
My gravitation... I'm drawn to the harmony like
a junkie to cocaine; allowing the rythem to flow through
my veins; numbing my pain.
The beat contain purification, it rinses away all form of
POEM BY: ALICK MUSHEKWA®
©2020
"ARE YOUR ARMS WIDE OPEN?"
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Lord, I want to confess that I wronged you and am a sinner,
My mind has been troubled to an extent of growing thinner.
Hunting in exotic lands
Today we made an encounter
To never go home she cheerfully vowed
To never ever think of her childrens arthirstness
To deprive them life and never send anything
I am from moving boxes scattered, littered on hallway floors
From unpaid utility bills, arguments and slamming doors
I am from tax return Christmas gifts and food stamp Thanksgivings
My inspiration comes from
The days of the unknown
That are destined to come
Created all by my own
My kids laugh and play
Running through the park
Nothing gets in their way
Who is the hungry one that we all feed, who is the hungry one that asks for more, who is that hungry one that takes more, for we are the hungry and not the starving, To take action is the way to live, To take Risk is our method to be fed
Dressed in grey and black attire
Waiting at the ready
“Do you need help?”
“Have a nice day!”
Aged eyes and pursed lips
Forced into a smile.
A family at home? A life alone?
Inside where the fire rages,
a blasting inferno of a furnace,
I hold desperately onto clumps of coal and gasoline—
trying to gather all the fuel I can
that will blaze way to my future.
The opportunity to do what others can’t
Inspires me to win.
This might come off strange and self-serving.
Some might call it a sin.
Hear the belly aches,
Of the child that wakes,
Hear the silent house
With the lights still out,
And the cries of a mother
Who has no other but the
Kids she bore and one begs for more while she
I tell you of a secret, a lesson I learned very young.
A message I’d like to share, in hopes of helping someone.
It did not come easily, good things usually don’t,
I tell you of a secret, a lesson I learned very young.
A message I’d like to share, in hopes of helping someone.
It did not come easily, good things usually don’t,
A child sits on a dirty floor
The wind howls through the door
This is where the child calls home
On the street where the child can roam
Her estate is a dangerous place
It won’t stop here.
I’ll keep going without fear.
There isn’t an easy way and I don’t care what they say.
Through hard work my way will be paid.
Being born is a blessing.
Being a kid was depressing.
Tears dripping down my skin with no stopping.
Nature Inspires me to be free and beautiful
As the wind blows through the trees,
People inspire the need to seek knowledge
Similar to a library,
Fear inspires creativity and change
To surprise you with these bars would to be to let you in on my scars leaving your mind set while same time still pulling people cards so let your guard down when you listening all truth with no gimmicks i say the sky ain't no limit.
Cover my earth mother four times with many flowers.
Let the heavens be covered with the banked-up clouds.
Let the earth be covered with fog; cover the earth with rain
Waking to sunrise
As I inhale every breath
Unsuspecting what the world holds for a test
Risking to take any oppertuity in my path
Watching the world revolve
To making money and paying our dues
She caresses my cheek
as if to reassure me.
But I do not know
that this touch is sacred
for I am too young to realize
that her touch is not forever.
She smiles
as if to reassure me.
Watching reflections chased down walkways
As it’s cold and rainy on a day like today
When normally the mood would be ruined
But somehow - the reflection turns up the spirit
Poverty
My Arabic teacher looked at me yesterday,
as wrinkles slow danced with darting eyes,
and he sighed.
When I compare the poverty I see in towns here,
A Navy Seal inspired me.
There was something in particular he made me see.
He said life was hard,
And many will quit.
We won't get very far
If on our hands we sit.
A Navy Seal inspired me.
There was something in particular he made me see.
He said life was hard,
And many will quit.
We won't get very far
If on our hands we sit.
The teachers keep on sayin
There’s a red white and blue dream
But the only red and blue we see
fight round that white man referee
my throne be,In a cubicle, utilizing this desktopcomputer watching, metime, zips past,like a racing carjammed, fingersrush through, the traffic of these wordsdriving the clock, killing time
Sleep has become the most delicious donut
Dangling in front of the treadmill
Like the meal
I was reluctant to eat
Could've saved that dollar for yet another bill
Like rats
They just keep coming
The sounds of joy during the holidays The warm climate, nothing like the cold december i know Music bounces from walls to walls Kids laughter laced with nothing but joy They who don't know what a christmas dinner is What christmas presents are or
How can you love someone when you don’t know what love is?
A question that sat heavy on my mind for days
Maybe love is something that come naturally to you
Yesterday, I awoke,
I opened my eyes to a stranger, a poke.
A stranger was tapping me, I stood up
He sat down with the morning news and a coffee cup.
Children of the lion. Biding to be free. The motherland of the people. Cries with the trees.
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
So Jill came tumbling after.
Jill up to run, called 911, and frantically waited,
To be honest with you kid, you can make it out.
I know life gets hard, but smile dont shout.
If things get hard, just remember hold on.
You won't have to keep fighting for long.
I’m from a big city into a little town,
There were gas stations at every corner you turned.
There were sometimes wonderful flowers to smell.
Decades decades decades
Each tick of the clock we evolve
Gaining insight, losing primitiveness
We promised to be “American”
In a quiet room, stars descending down
Hung on strings, fashioned from old planet’s rings
An alarm beeps, much before all the town
A sleeps boy awakes, groggily sings
Nephthys only ever wants to see the night.
The dark, soothing blanket that reminds her of when her mother used to dance in the halls of their home, all rich ebony skin and pearly white teeth and bright eyes.
Before she left.
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MY People, MY American people
I am just a child, ten years old,
But my cries for food and help were completely ignored.
People I have seen in the news,
What is it to be an adult?
A grown-up?
Oh to be free,
to have control over all the
little
details and choices
I had a messy complicated life
Some would say it's like a blizzard everyday
But yet still …..
I love seeing smiles on the faces of others
It makes me special
Poverty, underprivileged, deprived, and depressed. The struggle of no warm water and your stomach tends to rumble
Poverty, underprivileged, deprived, and depressed. The struggle of no warm water and your stomach tends to rumble
Did your parents get a divorce?
If so did they fight a lot?
Voices booming, things breaking, tears shed
Or did they just split with nothing to be said?
It is time to wakeup before mom and grandma
remember not up the volume to loud on the t.v. it is only Saturday
rush to get bowl of cereal remember dont spill the milk
Cold, frozen chicken strips
laid across my dinner plate
as my eyes glazed with a cold solemn
How many frozen meals had I been subject to?
How many cups of instant noodles had I digested?
There's a lady I know that stands on the road
Everyday I watch her struggle with her load
I watch her banter with the other women as she sets up
She laughs as she unwraps corn and drinks from the same cup
A bird’s journey starts outside the nest
From Fledgling to mature thinking back to before it could fly
What lies beyond the branches will show the bird best.
With the winds of possibility beating against the chest
Youthful Transition
As a child, my mother held my hand
On this ground I stand
With spaced bushes
And houses that gleam.
The sun was always shining
The sky was always clear
My life
Who knew
I certainly didn't
My life
It's consantly going up
Down
Right
Left
A rollercoaster
There is so much happening
It's crazy
It can be good crazy
Give mother a hug Father a kiss The time has come We have talked about it Many times before But the time is now Fke a smile And turn away Start alone I must leave everything I know into a world one I do not understand Hoping to find out Who I trul
I watch the man bend over his patch, a fat gunny sack at his feet. He combs the earth with his fingers, picks up pebbles around tiny heads of sorrel. Clouds bruise in clog the sky, the first fat drops pick- mark the dust.
I don’t know when it started, or how it all began, But God created families, As only our Lord can. He was teaching what it means To love, homor, and okey. He wanted a strong bond That we don’t see too much today.
I sit and look back to how far I can remember, And you are always there next to me. Each and every day you were helping me grow up, And making me be the best that I can be. Your love was forever strong, your cuddles forever tight.
Kids, one of the most amazing things created.
Very important, very adorable.
Always a kid?
By heart, yes; by age, no.
Kids learn, in fact, we all learn.
Kids or not, we learn everyday.
Looking back when I was young
Lullabies were the songs I sung
Looking back when I was naive
I was careful no to be deceive
Looking back when I had no money
A simple gold coin was like honey
I've always been growing
Didn't know when I'd be "grown"
Till the day I saw her
My one and very own
She was tired from toiling
The kitchen no longer clean
The rooms were a mess
There is time for more
And time for less
Time for war
And time to seek refuge
Time to collect ration
And time to starve
Problem is there is just no time
Stuck in the middle of optimistic and depressed
I wonder if life is just one big test
But what’s in between the good and the bad?
I wonder if it’s the things I could have
Reddy, you are beyond doubt mine
Valuable like a gold mine
For with time you have emerged
To be victorious composed
You ever thought your world first started as a fairytell?
Dreaming that life existed beyond paradise
Except it didn't...
Just a hardknock life
Poor in pocket and rich in dirt
Beauty from the ashes Beauty from the choas In dolourfull darkness He'll kiss your lost soul Soul of bard fading away My destination is far away Let all these wounds burn Heal me and take me away Thorns in the roses Roses in the thorns Beauty in d
Beauty from the ashes
Beauty from the choas
In dolourfull darkness
He'll kiss your lost soul
Soul of bard fading away
My destination is far away
Let all these wounds burn
Heal me and take me away
Ay Pablito,La cosa ta’ dura Pablito!Yo me esfuerzo un poquitoy solo me quedo con 50 pesito’,pero no te apure’ por eso mijitoTo eso cambia ma palanticoY con la ayuda de diosito
You say you love me
But why’d you leave me
You said you need me
But you didn’t feed me
You say don't leave me
But I'm just too deep
Some day's ago a year for one this year for one as well i met two amazing people i met a heart of card's female and a knight chest peace there male othe knight was broken and the heart of cards was lonely an sad a bit but how i met the heart of ca
The Do's and Don't
Your Needs and Wants
You have to seperate the two
I had one parent at home instead of having two
I had one pair of shoes while other had a few
I had to accept less
I desire to run, but the Conceit, the Rulership, the Lamps, The Drinks, The Turk, The Business and all the Rest of Le Petit One’s (enemies?) scare me. The logic is flawed in how flawless it is. Logic in our heads cannot be made that way.
Years of confusion coming to a head
Fourth grade, kicked out of our home.
I've cried over that house of memories
And suffered a longing I'd never known.
For a year I had my own room
My work duty first had me weary
the car was supposed to work in theory
these two had the future looking weary
unknown to me, adulthood was merely one giant query
Life as I knew
Growing up in Philly
All this crime was all but silly
Dad was never there
Nor was he anywhere
But mommy was in sight
She made my world so bright
As a kid I didn’t know
What is the meaning of this?
too poor to even buy a case to a disk
wish i had a girlfriend to call honey
but nowadays the girls only want money to be honey
What is the meaning of this?
Take 1
Fighting, flying, fun, and frightening
Home was rough, and school was nothing.
Together as four was better than one.
To grow up with siblings means that I've won.
They are so lucky
They get to get to come home
To a new car,
The latest iPhone,
And a home as big as a hotel.
Warped champagne flutes and crumbling columns
Chipped white paint and wine-stained curtains
The aesthetics fade and the only thing left is you
You can’t take it with you
"Run!" Papa yelled and yanked me to the shed.
Mama was ripping her blankets off the bed.
I grabbed Little Ann a rag to protect her pink face.
You know that feeling when you’re in a room and it’s dark enough to be comforting to your eyes and you can hear the rain, thunder and wind outside.
I shall crave
A sandwich,
With layers of flavor.
But I’M NOT HUNGRY.
To remember something that’s good,
The taste of a familiar scenery,
Toy Shop
The widower sat and twiddled his thumbs,
In the shop they started together,
Littered with trash and forgotten projects.
pastel colors brush the sky
as water color memories fall on my cheeks
the sun sets on all things
even dreams
i must wake and realize
i am sick
i am dying
i have to leave
breathe.
What ifThe little jokes are a sign of the crush he’s gotAnd in your cute eyes he is deeply lostBut his shies,Won’t let him say a word,However hard he tries?And what if
All I want to do is lay here and stay ;
Thy kindest hearts always pray for a change ;
But God don't answer when the skies are gray;
The child inside me cries for no long range .
She is there carrying the woods
In the dawn morning, stepping her foots
The cool breeze teases her,
Tries to touch her, move her hair,
Comes close to her, she is helpless
The bright yellow rays fall to her,
I fear that the cycle continues
That poverty runs behind me for most of the race
But always ends up the winner
I fear that the cycle continues
tell me the difference between you and I while
society explains to us that with our own eyes
we're to expect greatness from wealth
while the poor focus on being fly
BUT WHY?
tell me why
Pull the cloak im so broke yet “woke”
Haven’t spoke had to joke
I'm not a pessimistic I just stay true with the statistics
Let's face it i don't have a chance so give me that glance
don't mention my name in your tweets, don't mention my name on your FB, cos my name rings bells in the streets, had a BM and a kid but they left me, and everyday when I wake I feel empty, crown court to the cell where they sent me, and I got to sh
I saw this girl in the jeepney
She was begging for some change
Giving some envelopes to the people where they can put their alms
And she sang giving some sort of performance for the people's generosity
Now here I begin by telling you I do not have a lot of time and feel the end creep closer and closer carried passed the minutes winding.
When King John went to the templeSo faithful and humble
He raised his hands and looked at the skiesHe spoke and spoke nothing but lies
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I come from shootings homocide
only “real” will survive
well I’m here to say that’s a lie
u don’t guns to stay alive
u don’t need gangs to fill the void
they leave u like your a toy
A friend once told me
To wake up early
And look up to the sky.
The golden sun would light up
The purple winds.
Revealing the hidden creatures above,
Dear Jane,
I said I would write to you, so here it is.
I want to say a lot of things I can't possibly fit on a page.
Things I can’t think off of the top of my head right this second.
A butterfly. A caterpillar
Seen as beautfiul. Seen as Ugly.
Seen as helpful. Seen as Useless.
One in the same. Worlds apart.
Raised up to be great. Dies before living.
A butterfly. A caterpillar.
The water from the river trickles down my face
The needy and helpless girl, a family disgrace
Mud in her brow, goodness in her heart
Never knowing what to do
The Special And Awesome BirdA Poem by Nicolas Hunter
Whose bird is that? I think I know.Its owner is quite happy though.Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,I watch him laugh. I cry hello.
Ernest Hemingway: "A man can be destroyed, but not defeated."
You are starving
Hoping for good news
After all this time,
Nothing has come good
Your home has been torn
Time has disappeared
To my mentor,
You have been there always to show me the route,
You've made me stronger, no doubt,
You've been been my key to success,
And always made sure that I didn't.......digress.
She's the land full of milk and Honey,tapped and untapped natural resources,discovered and undiscovered talents.She's got what other lands are crying for.Despite all these, it's unfortunate to know that
As I am being swallowed by my own pity
And bathing in my own filthiness of my poverty,
Let me tell you
I am embarrassed….
But, my dear friend is always there to embrace me
I could of feed my baby
I could of sent her to a good school
I could of avoid abortion
Suffering of a Mother
Why do you love me when all I do is make you suffer?
Is it because of a title that the world has placed upon you
e profanity. It's suppose to be one of those deep poems that's suppose to hit those who are struggling and just want to be great in life.)
Mad at No One
Mad at no one, not my mother
She does not remember
And it is better that way
Mad at no one, not my father
He is dead and I never even
Knew the man they found in the water
Our house was described as ugly and run-down
But in our hearts, it was held as high as a king's crown
Memories lay when we would laugh and at times frown
I remember our house pointed to the beautiful break of day
what is change?
how can you change?
when changing, comes learning comes?
what is change, if you learn the power of words.
what is change, what can you do just by say.
Based off my understanding ,
Poetry can reveal, come through pain ,can politely hide, or it can simply amplify anything and anyone.
You are there beginning through end
You encompass us before we are even given a soul
You shout at the thought of the fears we do send
I guess we living paycheck to paycheck.
Apartment 1A3.
House smelling like weed and smoke.
Little kids with no shoes on .
Mama yelling "get yo behind in the house !"
Daddy coming and going.
LG Realty can't see the realityActing like displacement's an abnormalityKeep taking our people's landFuck your development plansY'all putting profits over peopleFucking shaming our bald eagle
Words here and words there just tell me which one is best
Which memory should I consult? Tell me what you suggest.
Life and living,
No one knows the differences between the two.
Endless nights with spirits in hand or standing in the church pew.
What defines life or living?
Praying for acceptance, or be the exception.
Vulnerable groups
WHO’S LOST CHILDREN?
At dawn there is a voice,
A whisper like at my doorstep
I come out, but no one is there
Right on my backward,
A child like cry is heard
As I read a poem about life,
I realize that other people go through like me,
Some people have pain and strife,
Yet a few have so much hapiness which they can see,
Still others fight for what they think is right,
As I read a poem about life,
I realize that other people go through like me,
Some people have pain and strife,
Yet a few have so much hapiness which they can see,
Still others fight for what they think is right,
Based off my understanding ,
Poetry can reveal, come through pain ,can politely hide, or it can simply amplify anything and anyone.
Based off my understanding ,
Poetry can reveal, come through pain ,can politely hide, or it can simply amplify anything and anyone.
Based off my understanding ,
Poetry can reveal, come through pain ,can politely hide, or it can simply amplify anything and anyone.
thank you
for glancing at me
then looking away
like you didn’t see me
thank you
for kicking me
There goes the pop shop,
on the corner of 42nd
with pop rocks,
where the Candy Lady beckons
I love how I don't need explanations.
People do what they want without hesitation.
Yet all my life, people had me waiting.
Give me a moment of silence for all of the realization.
Emotions kills when im around you, no more being soundproof, Im lucky ive found you, my heart beats fast, when im around you. My booming feelings of being Bless were a great success.
Lets go back too them old days as a young teen growing with senioritys having less worries about conflicts occurring. A Mickeys beverage build my self-esteem of a human bean thats betraying me.
Being Mexican/American had left off to a tall cann being gripped in the right set of hands. Im describing the average working Hispanic man like a depress person popping a xan. Address the feelings to your life that keeps drilling.
Leant back in my chamber
Yet onto those of white painted walls
Little did I peep through my casement
Could see nothing but a senorita in haze
The street urchin you see to the left is me,
You dont have to know his name because it's not that important,
Every morning he deleted a full memory of the last 24 hours of his life,
There was a girl,And that girl had a dream.So, she might give it a whirl,In hopes of leaving the mainstream.*The dream would take her to places,Where poverty hits like a hurricane.She will see the pain on their faces,And watch as they harvest for
They are some of many billions
Some do walk-ins, some do sit-ins
One eats plenty, enough for four
One is but a raw, empty core
They are some of many billions
Some do walk-ins, some do sit-ins
One eats plenty, enough for four
One is but a raw, empty core
The beautiful city of Miami, right?
Palm trees, Red Maple trees, and Black Mangroves
Yet there are aslo uncut grasslands, infertile soil and abandoned land
Clear beaches, National parks, Huge Malls
How do I cope with the scope ofMy desperation:Sights set on life, ending survival,The machinationsOf hope? or just a revivalOf respiration?They tell me, "It's easy. Just breathe."
Im taking it in
The world
All it's ins and outs
Im wondering why
Its broken the way it is
All the hate
But also
All the love
Im taking responsibility
For all my own pain
We know the story starts “once upon a time.”
Maybe not now because this story is mine.
So, I was sitting in a tree,
When a girl came to me.
Dear Children of the Privileged,
There you are, standing fierce,
Your mind ringing with the sounds of marimbas and maracas,
It is I,
but you probably don’t know me.
Because I am a somebody nobody sees.
Of course you may see
--as we are all capable of doing--
but your eyes glance over me,
Dear America,
Take a walk in my shoes
Get a look through my frames
One step will leave you with regret
A single glance would scare all lames
Peaking through the stone
Wreaking of roses
Twirling in confusion and inert anger,my introverted self can't continue in this loophole,It was seemingly inevitable that this would all crash at the roadblock,Consistent trials have all been deemed futile.
Once my friend’s mom made me a lunch
Never had I ever felt so very touched
Simple gestures go such a long way
Especially when it’s by such surprise
Smiling and carrying it proud
Dear Family,
I am doing this all for you
And you probably don't even know
Because I always keep pushing through
And never let my emotions show.
If waking up was such a nightmare,
Then why go to sleep,
Cause every night we pray to God,
You have our souls to keep,
But when our feelings come around,
I remember growing up life wasn't hard.
We had nice cars, big house and living right.
Waking up in the morning hearing my dog barking
and seeing the sun rising.And Thank God for another day.
Dear Past
Dear Past been through
so much I thought it
would never last.
Six years old seen
My momma got abused
Give Happiness
From a smile to share,
Or a hug to give out.
To A little chocolate bar.
It comes from family and friends.
Give happiness.
Mister Earl Duncan:
A grandfather to me,
A riveting man,
A generational key.
Dustbowl survivor,
Collector of junk,
M-cycle driver,
Full with lots of spunk.
He was quite obese,
My Nikes are special
They aren’t like any other pair of shoes I’ve ever owned
They come from a place far far away
It was either the beginning of August, or the end of May
A town divided I understand I see a town divided you know, you against me
South side getting the short ride of a long route that never seems to stop
Our streets hoarded with paper as far as the eye can see
Dear 1929,
No shoes, no food, no water,
The Great Depression is here.
No toys, no games, no clothes,
Kids like me have so much to fear.
No roof on top of my head at night,
Dear America
Why, are our young men with strong bodies,
Corrupted by hunger and greed.
Why, do the young women with hearts of gold
I AM FROM
I am from that WOMAN over there
And from the place where CANCER forms
I am from
I am from where black lives MATTER
As you start to rise, success can come at a fatal price,the risk outweights the chance of a changing life,As each day passes its once step forward or stay behind.... I remind myself of the things i seen, with the cautious thoughts of that could ha
In the blink of an eye,
it can all vanish,
it could all appear.
Where do I go from here?
Do I let go? Do I keep on?
At the early age of 5,
we learn manners.
In the blink of an eye
Dear Life,
My name is Sammi.
I surely hope,
you remember me.
I was the little girl,
who used to look at you,
and the world,
as the nicest place in existance.
But,
I was wrong.
Life has kinda been a jungle to me kinda like living in one or something
Wondering why my father, never came back after his hunt
Always haunted me
Would sneak up on me
While my back was turned
Isn't it Funny?
Isn't it funny how we seen Jojo, Peanut, and DoBoy hugging the block standing on the corner.
Dear mother,
You
were naive, and
young, and
not ready for any
of this.
But you wanted this.
You wanted this, unprepared.
Blinded.
I was handed off,
Improving technology just to keep us distracted
So, we don't notice all the bullshit wrong in the world
People falling for that
Bastard son, raised by the streets
with Thugs, Drugs and Guns
Writing Poetry to paint a picture of my life
So i can show you what i've been thru
Violence, Corruption, Death
I've seen it all with my two eyes
We hail thee(by Irusota)
To the children of the Streets
Who sleep under the bridges
Come sun and come rain
Anytime and everyday
We hail thee!
I have been wondering, about life and flow
The flow of, "How things work"
Or about how I wander from place to place
Wondering if anything really going to change
Nothing will, nothing does
My life is an object flying through outter space.
Formulated by amazing accretions
Stars, big balls of hot gas burning hotter than fire.
I live with depravity,
Pressure like gravity.
Why can't they just see
I want to live happily?
Surrounded by poverty,
The cravings of obesity,
Those dreams of reality.
Why can't they just see
Dear College,
I am desperate
You make me desperate
I am desperate for an acceptance
Just to accomplish what I was destined
I am desperate for money
Without it, my college experience will be crummy
She gives us the last of everything
I try and resist
When she gives me the last
Of everything
She always forces it on me
Promises me it’s okay
Ich habe aber man wünsch.
Es ist freiheit für jeden.
Leider, dass kann nicht.
Es tut mir leid, meinen Freunden.
Ich kann nicht für dich tun.
Wir haben alles tun es mit, aber wir nicht einsatz.
Wind
Evening chill
A shiver
Food is that of the smallest mice would eat
The dream
Shelter
Somewhere nice
Impossible
Times of us fading away
Times when some could not move on
My mother always told me
You're royalty
But I had so many questions for her like:
How are we royalty but we can't find a place to sleep
How are we royalty but we don't have any money
We went from riches to rags
I hope you know
that within our hearts
the ones you gave us
through birth and nurture
that even though we
did not have fancy vacations
or expensive materials
that with your love
“I love you”
Three simple words but with deep meaning
I never thought I would say this to anyone
Don’t think that just because I love you, I would leave you so easily
Don’t think that words are more powerful
we are the children born of machinery.
conrete goliaths,
strobe street lights dimly lighting a path never walked
down dark, vacant streets that bend and curl into oblivion
ni de aquí, ni de allá
Because I love you,
I tell you goodnight every night.
Because I love you,
I tell you silly jokes just to see you smile.
Because I love you,
I share my art and my day with you.
Lately life has not been treeating me well,
Matter fact i can compare it to hell,
When your in the mist of the struggle,
Seems like all the bullshit doubles,
I met you out of chance
You looked up to me with the eyes of a serpant
but the spirit of an aging flower
fighting for the life you once loved
As the night falls and the lights turn on
I came to this world empty-handed,
But then filled with love and care.
I came to the world as a fragile doll,
But then grew up with strength and bravery.
I came to the world as innocent as the air we breathe,
He was no longer in control,
I felt his pain.
He took the bite
Like a headache
He allowed his energy to give way.
Once upon a time there was a boy named TImmy. He grew up in the hood always stayed on the block, he didn't know anything but how to sell drugs and kick rocks.
Once upon a time there was a boy named TImmy. He grew up in the hood always stayed on the block, he didn't know anything but how to sell drugs and kick rocks.
Goldilocks, Golden Locs
Beauty runs down her back,
Moving with her every step in the wind,
As the wind smacks her beautiful black skin,
They’ll scream and say I robbed them
But don’t speak of how they robbed me
Though I suppose it’s hard to recognize
Your slave once he’s been freed.
she was looking for
in spare parts or corners
not change; but something to put in her pocket
that would grow warm over night
pressed against her skin
something very little
Once upon a time
a girl stood in the cold streets
selling her matches.
She was all alone
in the cold winter sidewalk
as adults passed by
What would you change?
The way the inner soul endangers itself with an impulsive allusion.
What would you change?
Cinderella danced away,
but no one would come her way.
Her sisters watched and laughed in pain,
while sipping fancy champagne.
No beautiful flowy gown
or exquisite glass slipper,
Once upon a time,
In a modern, utopian world,
There was no such thing as "hungry".
Every human being would go to sleep each night healthy and satisfied.
Once upon a time,
Once upon a time,
the beginning 'O' was never embroidered with gold,
life was void of materialistic tangents;
our modern albatrosses
But sufficied with compassion,
My mom always said to me,
"It's time to grow up. You aren't a kid,"
but inside of my mind, it goes a little like this:
These Brooklyn streets raised me,
up from two to six feet,
A ring of ire, a plate of golden hue,
Black streams of pain and worry just for you.
A flame so bright it blinds the mind from truth
Beneath the mask, you are decaying youth.
The Tiny Kitchen Maid
By Kaelynn Calac
She be nimble, she be small
Her smile bright, complection dull
With eyes of ice and hair of straw
That Tiny Kitchen Maid
She works all day, spares her play
The Little Match Girl was dead
And she knew it.
Because when she lit her match
No Wind blew it.
The Little Match Girl was dead
And that was good.
Because when she was alive
She had no hood.
She is afraid of fading into history
of being an unknown story among the classics
of forgotten churchgoers who live on their knees
She doesn't know how she's going to pay the bills
When you look at the night sky and inhale the cold airOf a cold night in the great city...You feel refreshedFrom sitting in that small apartment all dayCluttered full of your brothers and sisters
I have no more strength than a brittle leaf just fallen off the tree.
I will crack under the pressure you put on me.
A snap of a twig, dry from old age.
She takes on another drop in wage.
Mother America, why have you forsaken me?
Is standing for your anthem never enough to hear my plea?
Haven't you seen the calloused heart of your abused, gay foster daughter, Mother America?
Money fell from the sky, trickled down the rooftops of the rich.
Cold, hard, cash clanged on the sidewalks and watered the oak trees with budding dollar bill leaves.
Land of the free and home of the brave.
We take the world's pitiful and their worst.
Freedom and happiness is all that we crave,
The poor, however, are forever cursed.
America The Great?
America the great
Why can I not relate?
The world is on a bend
There seems to be no end.
I wish there were something that could be done
Not my fault,
They say
Not my fault that you could not make something of yourself, in a land that gives
Everything...
Not my fault...not my problem...
Not my fault,
They say
Not my fault,
They say
Not my fault that you could not make something of yourself, in a land that gives
Everything...
Not my fault...not my problem...
Not my fault,
They say
I lived in the fast lane, pleasing just myself.
I didn't know what it meant to be poor.
I had money, clothes, food, house, but felt,
Like surely life meant something more.
There had to be a way to feel true love,
Welcome to America Aland which I’m fromPromises of FreedomAnd yet freedomFailed to comeWe fought through the painAnd miserynow its time to be truly freeand redemption is closerBut the battle is far from Over America, the land of opportunityThe lan
The shivering little girl
Stared at the well-dressed business man
Her chapped lips cracked from the strong breeze
That blew across her raw face
Drunken blackguards stumbled out of seedy, dimly-lit pubs at all hours of the night; all manner of men jostled and bumped one another in their passing. Streetlights flickered, shivered, and swayed against the piercing chill of the breeze.
I come to tell of a love story
but this isn’t just any other love story
so let me romance you with my words
This isn’t the romance you see on the tv no far from it
May your freedoms exist in writing and enchant you with hopeMay your liberties inspire a change in your soulMay your fantasy of a perfect reality be taught in school classrooms
“One nation under God, Indivisible, With Justice, And Liberty for All”
“One nation under god”? Try one nation divided.
Rich and poor. When did we get so misguided?
Old craked streets, paint chipped lines
People line the streets waiting in line
Hope we don't run out of food
Yet we've run out of money
We are poor
It’s not you… It’s me…
No, no, no-- It’s most certainly the other way around!
Listen, sweetheart… I love you
But you need to change, first.
Everyone looks to America and say "They have it all together, everyone is happy there."
But have you ever been here?
Have you looked downed streets that the media tries to hide from you?
The pristine white stripes represent those who run this great country,The red stripes are painted with the blood of anyone who believes otherwise.
Why should I ever meddle in other peoples affairs?Why shouldn’t I settle for anything better?Your choice or mine will not end this disputeFor back and forthback and forthbackandforthback
They show us picture perfect scenes
upon those flat, black screens,
yet when i look out the window,
all i see are those starving faces
hiding in those dank, cold places
they somehow call their homes.
I walk along the Mississippi shore
wondering more and more
why the gulf is ever so murky
and the sand so dirty
for years I saw over time
why its tides don't shine
It reminds me of the masses
Ripped jeans are a fashion trend now days; and honestly it helps me get by whenever my classmates ask me why my jeans always have holes in them
America the broken,
shattered at our feet
in recent years
we've had to fear
when we walk down the street
our children cannot walk to school
like they did yesterday
I am a member of the Unseen Society
No one documents my hurts and pains
No one reacts to my triumphs and gains
I simply visualize a place in'harmony...on my way home from work.
But these torns have grown over my'path, constantly... stepping into climax!
In my vision I see
Children on swing sets
Laughing with joy
Chasing each other on turf
In my vision I see
A little boy who falters
It was the Little Things that saved me, the Little Things that did.
The Little Things that stopped me from lie, sin, and fib.
The Little Things, the insignificant,
Determination,
It's the driving force that lies deep within my soul.
There is only one goal, success.
Two jobs and a full time student, overwhelmed with stress.
The sound of whispering began to fill my endless January thoughts,
My once assured mind ended up in knots
My mother's necklaces began to disappear
My father's every glance at the door was traced with fear
Christmas time the family packs up
Hundreds of miles to Detroit as it's called
Every year another journey etched into my memory
Driving down a dusty road, abandoned buildings surround us
Baltimores a jungle baby!!
Growing up in a jungle you learn to survive
Living like a worker drone in the queens behive
Dad gone and all I asked was why?
How could a god leave his children behind?
Approaching the difference
in such an amazing way,
approaching the difference
by giving of myself,
approaching the difference
in all of us.. one day at a time.
Growing up through
Life was not the piece of cake
the slice that just melts in your mouth.
It was more like trying to cut a rock
with a plastic butter knife
My mind was so stuck in this square box
Everybody who has trouble in their lives
try to search for their own answers
Somethings they might have to ask the people
around them for advice or comfort
Looking in the mirror, I see this girl staring back at me
Who is she?
Me?
No it can't be.
She struts with confidence how can this be.
Certianly she's not me.
Oh but it is
Take a look
"The Giving Me"
A year has passed and I reflect,
I stand in the mirror and see new eyes.
My project I organized
Has put me in check.
I looked in my closet and soon discovered
Who knew one year could do so much?
Last year, a senior in high school waiting to grow up,
Had friends and people that I used to call my “Big Bros”
There is a prison in Guatemala
Tucked behind the mountains to hide
The men born into gangs and slums.
I visited that prison at sixteen.
Inside there were no chains or shackles
My trust, developed from pain. My trust is developed from blood stains. I praved the way. He paved the way. They paved the way and I still used to be ashamed. I was tried working hours and hours of my life just to get essential needs.
Who are they?
They won’t let me know.
I was just 3
When they took me home
Now I’m 16!
I ask who they were.
As I consistently remind myself that
for a seventeen year old,
I don't feel as if I'm living up to life's fullest potential
'Cause every time I attempt to
rent's due
or cent's few
I got this most visouse urge to sex ya ,The game got me over worked so sorry for presser YA,Will not have a need to get bezerk.I wont hurt YA leaving steamy notes on bathroom mirriors.Dancing butt necked while the candle lights displays are shado
Need
Speech deemed unimportant, dented.
Bleed
That which you are presented
Need
When not provided, crumbling commences
Bleed
You will, and be rendered defenseless.
Need
Speech deemed unimportant, dented.
Bleed
That which you are presented
Need
When not provided, crumbling commences
Bleed
You will, and be rendered defenseless.
So long ago
I barely know
Much of It now
I remember not
Of what I thought
So long ago
I barely know
Day in and day out it feels like the same things, wake up hear about violence in our schools and sit back with our hands in our pockets, feeling the tearing pain as someone special cries over the one who left them for someone else.
This past year has made me more of who I want to be
I am more confident in my own skin
I have become more open with people
I find myself doing the things that make me a better person
One day, have
Next day, have not
One day, live
Next day, live not
This is known as reality
A word so heavy
That even a giant couldn't carry
One day, I had it all
A Plea From Across The Sea
Across the deep blue sea
I hear the pleas of those in need
I reach out and lend a helping hand
Only to see the smiles..
What makes me feel good
is knowing I have survied another day in the hood;
I could be commiting a crime
but instead i'm spending my time, making a rhyme
so that I can invest in my life,
A pick me up from a friend
Maybe real maybe not
That leave on the ground
That bench that your sitting on
the gental breeze that just blew
The suport is all that matters
And when a person comes along
waking up hoping everyday wont be the same
as my eyes open i can see the hate
and as my body moves i can feel the pain
because i am my past
and no matter what i keep getting up
even if its not about any cash
No roof on their heads
Sleeping on the road, not on beds
Invisible in the eyes
Of the people with fame and everything nice
Everything is peace in the morning light
All the dark swept up at night.
While big kids sleep, the youth: secure
All outside by morning's lure.
Toddlers walk by broken bottles,
i sit down and open a book
just a plain old book with worn edges and a hint of sorrow
i write in it today yesterday tomorrow
i hold it in my sleep and i have it in my dreams
Over here it's a bad place to live,
all the deaths, people can only forgive,
everyday there is shootings,
no one can do anything about it but mourn.
Now a days people are negative,
Life as we know it, well its hard I will tell you that, running into trouble everywhere you go, correct me if I'm wrong.
Can I be blamed if I'm angry, is it our fault if the world is the way it is
I stand hand in hand with titans
I stand tall proud brightened
wearing a big fatty smile that say that i am enlightened
but before i go into the story and get you all frightened
Is Garbage Dump My Childhood?
I know not
Who is my father
When I was only eight years old
Mother's love also left me alone
Still I remember
Inconsolable face of mother
I wake in the morning and think or feel that I should question myself, question myself on “What am I to do today”? “Who am I”? What will my future in 30 years look like”? Why is my life this way?
The world is a garden
Where the positives and negatives dwell.
Where beautiful things can happen;
where caterpillars morph into precious butterflies,
Walking on the chiseled stone,She ponders what she must say.In blind fear for the unknown,She trembles in the hallway.
When the rent is past due and we're struggling for extra money
I have poetry.
When I'm sitting in the dark with lit candles but the mood isn't lovely
I have poetry.
It felt like we were stepping out of a coming-of-age fantasy
An assault on my senses, the sensation was too much to bear.
We walked into the cracked pavement that was washed under the sun
I fell asleep, completely alone
And before me arose an ocean of riches
And as I began to walk through them
clutching my new found riches to my chest
I looked up at the fiery sunrise
In the biting cold I walk,
Barefoot and in tattered attire,
My dirty pants, ripped at the knees,
Folded at the waist and tied to my body
By an old and dirty rope coming apart,
This is me, this is morning,
There are angels in her hazel eye's,
relationships ended to no ones surprise.
Her children would laugh and often they'd cry,
they ask for "daddy", but hes not in their lives.
I am the early bird
Leaving my nest on the daily to catch my worm
But I am not your usual early bird,
For I just never catch the worm.
The early bird that’s always unlucky.
Dear America,
Look past your built in pools,
There are kids lonely and afraid beyond them,
They have seen life sized doll pieces scattered on their lush green lawns,
They have been taught to walk like soldiers,
My sweet degree
Oh how thee lay.
In a distant time
Who is to say.
How it is I am to aquire thee?
By Hard work and Sholarships
From the masters of Poetry.
I suppose I would like You to know that I am sorry.
That’s how all apologies and the like are supposed to begin,
With that admission of guilt or regret or something that tastes like bile
Whether we dying in prison or we dying in the street we misgoverned but government's that want us six feet deep
Terrorist threat or Americas concept to set your mind make you confused and upset
You and I originate from the same place
Seen the hungry and the poor
Close to touching death's face
I remember as if it was yesterday
Young with bombs ready to explode
Non stop laughter and play
"1929"
News would ramble
Always
Our background noise
We swallowed paste
Mixed with age
Before even the sun
I always knew there was something about you
But never had the courage to really know
I would see you here and there
But never would speak to you
A hi and bye
Between You and Me
Is air full of green.,
Not oxygen and dioxide
but cash sewn into our breathing oppurtunities.
It is corruption,
the basis,
of what makes You and Me different.
I struggle constantly, just like everybody else. Eyeing myself in the mirror, I look plump in all of the places I shouldn't. I want to work out, but I've got other things on my list that I'd rather do.
Never give up
Two years ago i was a rebel student
A clueless human
Who thought didn't have a bright future
Because i thought i was too stupid
For school
Because my mind was polluted
What is heart mind and soul,
Light a match
Heart of coil
Do she even know
It burns,
Mind of confusion,
The battle of insurrection
Fears and Substitution
The wall of protection,
Who would've thought that I'd be where i am today, remember back when certain people couldn't even look me in my face,
now when they see me they smile,
i turn like I'm running away,
And here we leave, we leave you with your unhappy lives, your unhappy eyes, and your unhappy gossip.
And As I wonder how amazing my life will be, you will too. Only worry about me and not you.
I am Rachel I wonder where Detroit will be in 10 yearsI taste the organic foods of Eastern MarketI see the ever-expanding skyline of Detroit, day after dayI want a beautiful cityI am the future of Detroit I am Rachel I understand the poverty throu
To disregard the silhouettes and pain
There is one thing that frees my shame
The one thing I would die without
I need it now, and there's no doubt,
Its my family that keeps me strong
you have done so much for us
taking care of everyone,
providing for your children,
even though they are adults,
your support will always provide
" Foot Work"
by CaneGo-Hines
Most wars start on the ground
Mines started with just one sound
Movin' so many times,
I ran out of fingers to
count the shoe wear.
Messing up everywhere
So now I'm a kid of
No-Where Land.
Everyone reppin' sides,
while I be reppin' time.
Time to go;
As easily as we live and breathe
We steal, cheat, and lie
A great man with a kite and key is why we deceive
I must make piles before I die
Everybody has a strength and a weakness in their life that they have to deal with as a blessing or a challenge. But the one thing that I think is important and absolutely need is shelter.
The poverty of poets.
The poets of poverty.
Every day you see them on the street,
Not even making ends meet.
What kind of life?
We are the dead
the waste product in the eyes of society
we are the shadows, overlooked by the majority
we are the vitims, murdered by the law
when we cry out, backs are turned
eyes are blind and mouths muted
Yes, I have a mother without a job.
No, quit saying theres nothing she can do.
I understand what you're getting at,
But you dont have the right point of view.
She does the best she can
White wall meet
White wall meet
White wall meet
White wall.
Follow the cracks into crevices and caves
I knew her one time, met her on the street outside our library
Her black braids entangled, an greying
Her scent of peppermint and wood reeked loudly
Her voice even stronger against the strong bearded wind.
The three necessities
necessary for a human being are
food, clothing, and shelter.
What about Love?
Without Love there is no chef
who came from a poor household
where every night his mother
One day but not today
Someday but not soon
Living my life and facing the moon
Caught in the light ready to say goodnight
Leaving home because he left me all alone
No phone calls, text, or emails
Yes I'm poor
but rich at heart
i work 2 jobs to take home a little dough
and enough to feed my dog
he's all I got and all I want
Yes I got my siblings working the same jobs
What if i told you that i would change nothing
not to be rich
and not to get ripped
i wish i could change something but that is something that needs to be made
The sounds of roaring fire
Falls heavy on mistrials of ones individual mind
Essential to those never had the nothing
Spinning lives!
Darkness of the hiding cries
It started when i was 5.
The feelings.
Now as a kid, a cute one at that,
i knew i couldn't be choosing between one parent or the next
its just that,
my dad buys me the things i see on TV
I hear many voices in my head;some telling me to go,others telling me to stay. Yeah,stay on just for a little bit longer cause that's the only way to be much stronger,mashup enough strength to go all the way and that's all I hear them say.
Land of the free & the home of the brave
No, I'm not talking about America, I'm talking about Somalia
Before it was broken
Before we used our power with words and not swords
a broken heart is a past and a present in this lifeless place where there is only one way to go and it is only going forward
My First Semester is done! it was really Cool
But my Bank account has me looking like a fool
no one said it'll be easy ,
even less said it was cheap
So let me just tell you what college means to me:
As a young girl I wouldn't have been surprised if a roach came crawling out of my mouth
As a young girl I wouldn't been surprised if my pillow was made out of rats.
We've become a society that has blurred the lines of gossip and news.
How did we lose sight of the issues we continue to face?
When did reading about someones life become more valuable then the lives that are suffering
I grew up in a city where people where poor
The streets were filled with swindlers and whores
Crooks and crackheads lined the streets
Enjoyable.
The lessons that I learned.
The hard work ships are something that I affirmed.
Enjoyable.
The lessons that I learned.
The hard work ships are something that I affirmed.
The unbearable pain makes me get what I deserve.
More than what you see when I walk by
Not just a pretty face with brown eyes
Well put together
yes indeed
Yet struggling to provide for a family of 6 who is ineed
I complain, over the smallest of things.Women whine, over the size of their rings;But all around the world, there are kids who die.I promise, I'm not telling you a little lie.
I am from a family of all girls,No video games just lip gloss and curls,I am from a mix background so we are all different shades of brown.I am from backyard play dates with neighborhood friends,Bar-B-Ques and snacks being tied by one leg.I am fro
I am the scars my parents put on me as a child. From the abuse mentally and physically. Little did they know they scarred me sociologically too.
I am...
I am scattered.
Moved around since childhood
slowly loosing a member with each new home
I am independant.
always alone
Look me up.
Thumb through the pages of your thesaurus.
Look closely.
Beaten. Battered. Broken. Defeated. Heartbroken.
Look me up.
Thumb through your dictionary.
Read carefully.
I am sitting in class
Looking forward at the teacher
From the corner of my eye
He is sitting there
Staring on at us, not saying a word
He listens intently at every word spoken
We all know he is there
Deep breaths,
Tears and gross sniffles
Air lacks oxygen once again
This time with no back up tanks in the corner
Reaching
Grabbing
Counts back from 10
Wait!
Is this how to you starting to feel like I'm not here for you no more like I don't exist in your world so your just block me out for life why can't we just start over
I am not the person you said i'll be
Are you strong?
this world is to believe, be strong
have power, intelligence.
dont be the person that they said you'll be.
Are you strong?
We live in a world full of death and destruction
Funny, how it was God’s instruction
Tell me again how it was God’s design
Tell me again how it will all be fine
I was a boy,
I was a kind one too,
but things change.
Living in a neighborhood like mine.
things aren't like they used to be.
There is no more peace,
there is no more security.
People kill,
I never had a job,
I never did much work
I never even traveled, no more than Mexico
What is life really about does it paint a picture in your mind shines so bright it makes you blind lets just stop and rewind time is something you can't get back but when the time ends the world turns black many people say they have stacks does i
I am a black teen
living in a community of depair and poverty
Growing up in a household of 3
Foodstamps wasnt really supporting me
Finacially money really wasnt coming my way
"Comete todos tus vegetales," my mother would tell me
As I sat, after school, at our small dinner table
in our small dining room
In our small, two bedroom, one bathroom house.
The rain drops divided us.
The wind pushed us away.
The cupid couldn't find us.
Have patience, we both will see the sun and the rainbow thru the gray sky.
Your the only one who caught the center of my eye.
Let them know that i said this
Let them know i do not fear them any more
Let them know i am ready to fight them.
Be him Igbo
Be him Yoruba
Be him Hausa.
The paper crinkled between my fingers.
The lost valuable trash that had fluttered up at me
flapped in the crisp, biting breeze.
The dull, familiar color of green is what I recognized first.
Days, weeks, and months go by
We carry out our entire lives
Rarely stopping to think about
The people we don’t know; the people without
Yet every ninety days
We somehow find a way
This little city that we live in
I can’t stand a day
That’s why I moved away
So I can take a stand today
My tongue gets nervous
I have to plan for what I say
If you try to take a stand
There was a little girl I knew
Born to a drug addict, the youngest of five,
Forced to survive on rubble and scraps
Because checks were stretched thin
Between sins and rent.
What does awesome mean to you?
When you think of awesome
You think of that great big success
You think of acing that end-of-year test
We think of celebrations and parties
And being our best
It is not the victory; it is the journey.
Evolution comes from failure, not from getting it right.
Resiliency makes the person, not success.
I respect perserverance over flawless attempts.
My life isn't bad
I don't wake up at 4 in the morning
I don't harvest crops 10 hours a day
I don't eat less that what makes me full
I don't worry about paying my bills
but at the same time
I love my mom but she lies.
On my way home from school I ask her if everything's fine she says yes yet there's an orange eviction notice on our front door.
i shall say
there is no other way
to play
rather
than speaking
like o'lae
i am only 17
but speak like im
above 20
dont let
pain
take you out the
Game
Rich man you have a girl on either side of you, how come your mouth seems to be making more of a Nike sign than a smile because just doing it doesn't seem like life anymore.
The greatest of inspration come from our experience with family and friends. They are what motivation of an awesome future and greater succes. They are the foul to the soul. Always treasure them in heart and mind.
I escape
Alert
Powerful
And provoked
Tamed no more by the man I most hate
Hated the places with which my eyes were not fated
Fate was a word my imprisoner tried to take
As you find life's not what you thought
And money doesn't come in like it should
When you have nightmares of tomorrow
When good dreams aren't so good
When your heart aches
J
Momma told the judge I’m a thug
She said I'm smoking too much
I’m drinking too much
But she still ain’t had enough
She wants me back home
These streets are filled with hate... These people is filled with blood... Shedding on the sidewalks and on the curbs... Each blood spot is telling its stories to its love ones... These streets are filled with hate....
These streets are filled with hate... These people is filled with blood... Shedding on the sidewalks and on the curbs... Each blood spot is telling its stories to its love ones... These streets are filled with hate....
My flaws are as perfect as can be
although I mistakes they always humble me
I've never had lots of money or fame
but if that's all that matters life is a shame
my clothes may not be fancy and new
Life is such a hectic ride
Full of surprises and awesomeness
Awesome was the moment my eyes first opened
And I was greeted by sunshine’s bliss
I made it again through the darkness of the night
Through the darkness
Of a power bill
Overdue and unpaid
I stayed strong
Through the temptations
Of marriage
Offering me a way out
Of poverty
I stood on my own
How is it that all of us poets live separate lives,
never meeting, never speaking, never working together,
yet our voices are so similar?
The way we all write,
there is something that unites us,
im out here struggling
trying to make end meet ,
i get a little drop from the government
from time to time put it doe's nt help much because
I got three daughters and two sons that have to
eat,
Do click beetles ever dare dream of flight;
and wings become feathers in their mind’s eye?
The dragon spouted winds care not their plight,
Life is like the rain on a window pane sometimes it's tough but when it lightens up just enough for you to see the sunshine soak it up, when you leave the darkness when you unleash from the harness of fear , the fear will come out of you and that
The pallid distance alit with smoke
Grey haze, an ugly smudge to match
The ugliness around them.
It was acrid, pungent with
A tear-bringing spell to cast amidst the fields
Of burning eyes and burning hearts.
they looking at me like he never gonna make it
gave me a barrier
I'm destined to break
it I'll take it
give me the good with the bad i had worse
they say he not all the way there
well at first
Come listen to my truest thoughts and my truest feelings. While we are die-hard living there are people that are shining and people that are crying.
Here, I stand.
Here, I stare
Like a beggar yearning for a meal.
Incessant cycles of foolish decisions,
My mind agrees to no longer empower
My regression.
Finally, I decide to fight for and steer
If I had money where would it be?
They say money can't buy happiness
but no one seems to see
for me
I have spent my life care free--- money free
Parents to support everything
He's on his way.
Trying to get paid for something that matters to him.
He's on the way on out the door because he got fired.
He's making is way to the dope peddlers down the block.
I strive for perfect in a world of imperfection and my ex girl believes the only time she got affection was when we were sexing because when it was done it was back to the block where me and my crew was flexing now around here a condom isn't the
Everywhere we go, money here, money there
Everywhere we go, it's jewelry or hair
When you don't have something it's not fair
How others have everything they get to wear
Not a care for anyone else
But a bunch for themselves
They spend loads of crisp cash
While some look for it in the trash
Everyone is so obsessed with virginity. They ask:
Are you still a virgin?
How come?
You're not?
Who'd you lose it to?
When? Where?
How? But I ask back
Eighteen years old! Finally realizing that my life is not my own.
I wait until mama leaves the house, so that I can finally be me.
I close my bedroom door and drop down to my knees.
My feet fly light and the sun shines bright
On the day of lovely leaves.
Whispering amongst each other, many secrets shared.
Smoothly shifting between one conspirator and another,
a faith disgraced by a nation based in fetishization racialization
nocturnal whores hounds of war profiting off each other Stupid fucking humans Stupid fucking rulesKilling off each other
Leaving only fools
For better never worst,
Whatever to see a new year.
Maybe another hurst.
Children always come first.
Facing your biggest fears.
For better never worst.
Dinner followed by dessert
Jonny's something flawless.
Cause I'm not falling
I'm the opposite of August.
Nothings stopping profit
from residing in my pocket
Sike, I'm broke as pasta
before diving in its haunt of hot water
While people get dismissed
Pissed off, with bad problems
Solved by a payoff played up
With bad bargains
We cremate in carbon
copies of unclear scandals
Quadrant I avouches positivityNo matter what angle you gaze fromEvery daybreak, we wake up in the origin
We all are born with no filterBloody, cold and scared,comforted by the maternal love,the one which loves with no conditions
My last pay check how will spend it?
I look at my last pay check I know I won't forget it.
Because it's my last check and thoughts of how to spend.
You ever get the feeling that you're alone and no one cares,
I've been there and i often have blank stares
You know the stares that have you thinking what else could go wrong
I've seen a struggle seen by too many other human beings,
I realized as a teen
Lower middle class, half black, half white, they call me in between
People are fools.
They do each other hurt,
And like my father once said,
"If the world were covered with gold
They'd kill each other over a handful of dirt."
People are fools.
Sitting in the pale,
lack of reminiscent memory covered bed sheets,
of a musty condemned motel,
lying on the outskirts of Ureka, Nevada.
Four eyes and two hallowed bodies
Here’s the issue.
They tell me to be a clone,
But I just want to help those who moan.
"The Spelling Bee is tomorrow kids, go study your words."
Watch me win the Spelling Bee and beat all those nerds
Later at home I took it straight to the dome
Read the dictionary till i landed on zone
I hate the word 'selfie.'
'#nofilter' and '#iwokeuplikethis' irk me.
I know what you look like but what do you do?
I live for the children that I don't have yet.
I slept in a snow-cushioned tent in the mountains,
I've borrowed and taken and ripped away all they had to offer
nothing given back or repayed
They love this parasitic monstrous horror
their caring love never fades
Everyday I wake up, thanking the man above for another 24
Another day I get dressed, inspite of the storm
Many people see me as a joke
When honestly I am just trying to make it out this so called joke
What makes me flawless?
Maybe it's because growing I didn't have a lot, only less
I always wonder if It was only me
dreaming that Im going to live successfully.
But i can't ague for being in poverty,
because mommy crying, "I sorry baby".
I walk in and wrinkle my nose.
Ah yes, what a familiar scent.
Sterile like a dentist office,
Inviting like a grandmother’s living room.
Today success is measured in numbers.
The number of followers you have,
The number of points you get on a test,
The number of copies you sell in a year,
The number you see on a paycheck.
Sometimes I feel like graffiti on a wall
Why do foolish kids waste paint?
In this life like prison
Where the government holds a shank
To stab the economy
On so many levels
Feeling more than I ever felt been before.I'll pay for the food And do the chores ,pops pays the bills we in debt For sure, mama ain't around so I don't love her no more, I'm rope, and life an death is playing tug-a-war brother in jail in a small
The pain in my heart went Away because the day you stopped caring was the day I said okay. .. Noo you said okay.. you didn't care at all.
Living with a single mother that tries her best to make it work what a great civilian
No dad in my life that wants to help he moved on with a new family now he makes millions
But even without his help we will make it work
Written by: Juwuan Dennis
We the people.
Land we people live on.
Live on and let live.
To waste time is throwing away a clock.
Because the tic won't toc.
Cure Unfindable by even a doc.
The woman behind the curtain, Now who could that be
Everybody seems to know her except for me.
Oh yeah I hide behind a curtain, a very thick one
For if I pull them back I know I will be shunned.
I grew up with a mom but no dad
But it really wasn’t all that bad
She was there all the time that I had a problem in my life
Maybe she’s here even shedding a tear because this isn’t what you normally see
Hardship seems like every day.
Why is my personality being forced away.
Overrated interragations fly my way.
Like I'm a coward who can't see through this haze.
You told me to try.
I'm tryin'
I rest inside the view you see,
Inside the streets cracked concrete.
I sprout from glossing dew.
The way you see the suns fatigue,
When the days ready to renew.
I am the busy man keeping you afloat.
I come from a place where just living is hard to do
You’re walking down the street worried about someone busting their tool
And that stuff on your plate, that’s hardly food
Most people have bought into the thought
That we can control our own destiny.
The idea that your life is left up to you, and mine to me.
But what if this isn't the case?
What if we are left to chase
['Hope, an idea to believe whether to keep going
Despite what happens in their life
To keep believing that there is a light within darkness
And to see that everything will be alright at the end
I stare in the mirror, seeking recognition
My eyes meet the eyes of a reflected premonition
My façade melts; I lack normal pretension
The reflection looks weary of its own dimension
She Was A Girl Not The Average One You'd See On The Street . (A)
those beautiful eyes that make me crack a smile even when the skies closes up on me.
everythng i need hates me, it torments me. i lack many thing and even after all this shadows
My Eyes Are The Seers Of Treasure,
Among The Limbs When I Dream Of Leasure,
The Brain Is Wealth,
As A Thieve Is To Stealth,
The Future Is For The Dreamers,
A man used to own half of a Piggly Wiggly store.But because of a girl, he doesn't own it anymore.She was half his age and she only cared about his money.She spent all of his cash and he had to file for bankruptcy.
While the rest of the world sleepsI am up and on a journey to where..As the birds sleep, the crickets chirpAll I see around me are sleepy eyesRestless bodies yearning for a warm bed
What you get for Christmas is always asked
I asked my friend
An iPod, shirts and more she said
I asked Lili:
What you get this Christmas
She looked sad a bit
Nothing...she said
A whispering wind,
Speaking words of wisdom.
Listen closely,
Because it’s there.
Teaching us slowly,
How to be fair.
A voice of greatness,
Teaching us lessons.
The hardest thing I've ever done is keep my smile
It's hard to keep a smile when you're eight years old
I see a reflection in the mirror.
Is it me?
The girl looks lost and confused, timid and small.
As I was born, i didnt know how my father or mothers past life had been torn
Poverty had strucken their lives and changed their way of thinking
My father seeing early sunrises till late evenings
there are sinister deeds
in the mardi gras beads
all one can view are the seeds
of these venomous deeds
and the one most prominent,
the seed of greed
cannot be seen
by a person not so mean
She walks three miles to receive water
You walk 200 feet or less to the fridge
While your life expectancy is 68 years
Hers is 45 years or less
Water pipes and wells provide little to no water
Happiness is like a freshly paved road,
Absent from all corrode
Each new addition already planned,
Every turn colorful, nothing bland
Each new direction is made,
Sure the consistency wont fade
En las calles de nuestro
pueblo,
esta escrita la historia de
nuestro tiempo. Con puros
palabras de alegria,
escritos en grafiti en las
calles frias.
O con figuras que imitan la
I, too sing America
I am the castaway’s son.
They shoved him out of the way
When hardship came.
But we laugh
I am a thinker and a artisan of worlds,
I wonder if this will work,
I hear the pain and sorrow I go through,
A ringing sound awakes the young mans ears
Rushes to a room with a desks and peers
He sits slowly sits like the desk is a form of lava
He remembers hes not that kid that yells for mama
STOP!
WHATEVER IS DISTRACTING YOU...
STOP!
Live in the moment and listen up.
I am talking to everybody,
and I am hoping all of you will take these words to heart,
so please,
please,
These weeks move like minutes
These days like seconds
I gotta value my time 'cause time is of the essencne
Lost in the present looking for a past
The highway to heaven im riding first class
Never before have I seen such joy,
Joy in the midst of sorrow,
In the midst of pain,
Of poverty,
All is fair to those who know
Our time will come and we will go
This world is long
But time is short
It feels so wrong
To displace or thwart
Lost in thought.. for the first time your mind and body aren't connected and your head floats in the air its glorious..daydreams..for the first time theres hope for a higher power.. not a god not a being at all..
I've never been to prison
But you could ask my father if you wanted to know
If it was any better than the home he abandoned us in
You can't make it
Basically I can't fake it
Insufficent funds
In debt by tons
How can I survive
Can my money revive
Scholarships are what I need
This one can help me suceed
I walked outside in the cold with only a jacket to keep me warm
Although it wasn’t midnight just yet the streets were silent
I looked outside the bars and saw two lights
Whizzing past each other with great speed
Modesty is my curtain
Service, my Great and Powerful Oz
Giving without receiving
Growing up , My mother had a bad work ethic .
Money management poor , so there was times when it got hectic .
Me and my brother we always wanted but never acquired .
Im from a city that you heard about, but you never go to
, babies having babies, growing pains of what i go through,
Plunged into my ears like relentlessly ringing sirensMy mother cries for the pain medication her lack of insurance deprives her of
I know him quite well.
I am so shy to tell him the truth.
Inside my heart let him dwell!
This shy love begins to jell,
Hold the phone, I stand in a booth.
I know him quite well.
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray for eyes that do not weep
sweep sweep
sweep away the dust of cries
banging to come out of that deep dark closet door in the back of my heart so my pain can be free
Lately I’ve began to cherish my life a little more than usual
When I breath I can taste the air
When someone talks I can feel their words
Monster in my closet when I was a kid creeping back in my head now that I am older. Monster in the closet when I was a kid was that fear of the unknown, the fear of getting older.
I told the world,
one day I would pay you back,
Super 8 our laughs and falls
so that one day I could play it back,
but now I don't even know what is the point of doin' all that.
College is something I just don’t get,
It just doesn’t make sense
You spend money you don’t have,
Just to try to get a little rich
i live in a neighborhood
where the streetlights blind us of the stars
and semen flows down sewer grates like rain water
Tonight
By: Kaityn Lovell
Tonight I would be dreaming
But not tonight
The wind is blowing
and the sky is filled with lightning
Motives by Scapegoats
It’s those who hope we fail
It’s my Browns and all my Blacks
And all at once,every cell in its crimson tributary
thronged to my aching heart.
My chest swelled with the anxiety of a hundred fizzing bottlecaps,
fervently awaiting thier emancipation.
When did this world become full of greed, wealth,
and giving cruelty to the ones that don't have it?
How do we give a raise to politicians,
and leave our troops with no breakfast to eat?
I am what kill poor communities
You can see me anywhere you go
I cause gloomy evictions
Many are homeless now
We are trapped,
We are lost,
We need to get out,
But we do not know where we are,
We are slaves to the rich,
Lets get on the piss,
Lets charge the gates of gold,
Lets break te chains,
My footsteps echo off the empty, abandoned houses
I walk alone, no street lamps to light my way
I go to sleep waiting to dream
To get away from life everything seen
Fighting each other they love what they see
That's what they want beg and bleed for some feed
Oh well I'll just start slanging some weed
Let me start with a bit of history,
Some facts about myself,
I enjoy blissful tranquility,
So my patience seems to have no end.
But no matter how deep my patience may be,
I am still a human being.
To have faith is to defy logic.
It takes faith to think positive.
It takes faith to believe that there's a Creator
She comes home to an idle scene.
TV blaring, refrigerator buzzing, aimless loitering, productivity lacking.
Useless channels and ideas demand their attention, making them numb.
Money
There's so much of it in the world
but why don't I have any of it?
Why does my family struggle so much
when others have money coming out of their ears?
I'm stuck trying to figure out
Everyone has dreams to make it for their familes get of the hood to live good well some people was born into this world with a sliver spoon in their mouth
When young you're taught
not to fly beyond the edges of the nest
so you spend so much time just wondering
what's outside?
Buildings are made to contain us
only giving us glimpses of what's outside
Im done with youFed up with the pain you put me throughBlood continues to pour from the stabs in my backFeelings worn on my arm, as if it were a tat
Sickness, poverty, nations of the illUncured, losing the battle not at will
Nations crumbling beneath our feetNations tearing at the seams
A few streets down
away from this perfected outer shell of blissful indulgence that we have created
lies
a city of
distorted faces,
starvation,
violence.
As a man it seems we have lost strength, everyone talks about growing up withought a father, but why bother! All we see is drugs and women and all the dirty pools we can swim in but in the beghinning , it was all about not sinning.
What is this? Nothing comes to mind. All there is just unjust and so called “justice”.
Insignificant problems – Lexi Moreno
I stretched my arms towards the sky touching my limitations
The sun beat between my shoulders eliminating my hesitations.
As the bus left the center
Of Peru’s great capital
The cathedrals and buildings
All drifted by as I stared
At the landscape all around.
Large mountains in the distance
You couldn't achieve your dreams now you wanna live through me. Looking for my lost thoughts with wall in front of me. How can I achieve when you don't believe in me? It isn't my fault your dreams didn't soar like the trees.
To grow up dirt poor that is what I knew.
The thought of not eating adequately, having toys, and things other kids had is what makes me wanna pull through.
I try to stay away from you
But you keep on coming back
I see the desperation
but I do not give a flack
You're a crazy creepy stalking pig
who I want far, far away
but you just seem to return to me
I have never owned the roof above my head,And that in itself is rather sobering.From birth I have been renting my right to exist in this world,
A never ending line of bills
Needing to be paid at the end of the month
Debt is in the trash bin.
Poverty is as stifling as the Miami heat on a Summer's day.
How can I make it?
How can I go on?
eyelids conceal the scene
while the sirens create the pulse of the streets.
She peeks through the blinds-
a world embellished in riches and greed.
I was conceived-
Two Seeds not a peep.
I rise like a dead man alive;
A walking, talking, breathing, eating
Corpse that's trying to revive
Its human sense of dignity.
The house is full of mine and theirs,
The furniture, the memories.
What is better than money?
What is better than sex?
See, these questions I have no answers to
So move on to the next
Who are the one percent?
The richest? The people who pinny pinch?
Hmm
When I open my eyes, darkness surrounds me. Closing them again I feel free. Imagination is everything when you have nothing.
Who do I hope reads my writing, filled with unremarkable class?
Easy. The ones with the biggest checkbooks.
Our connection to the server has been detected.
Our minds reflect and only dreams will thrive
with their foot up off our necks and
it wrenching hearts wrenching for me to see
There are many things that make me think. Where to go, what to eat, what will to me in the future. Sometimes I feel like I might sink if I don't find the link between my questions and my life.
When they flew across the Atlantic with two kids at hand
When they only hoped to lift their kids up higher than themselves
When they had nothing but a dream
I grew up with ignorant bliss
Surrounded by such selfishness
I was foolish and happy, but for so long
I still remember turning thirteen
Discovering life in different means
I'm looking around
I see the world is a wreck
Nobody wants to work
They want that welfare check
Wondering why their kids don't
Have any respect
Sirens, sirens, sirens
In the city of Angels
But where is the light?
Gum ridden sidewalks
Palm Trees
And cracks in the pavement filled with hopeless citizens
It's hard.
It's hard.
We see things unfair,
But do not seem to care.
We pretend not to see, think "At least it's not me".
But it is.
Some look back with subdued pride,
or even defiance in their eyes.
Buying and selling,Buying and selling.It's the law of supply and demand.The more is demanded,The greater the supply.
Libations and vibrations
Thinkin down the moment no hesitations
Everybody's filled with great restorations
Displaying them requires superb manifestations
Doing what you please is like a testament to the revelations
My stomach is empty for their rights
I am cleansing my body of political injustices
The system that teaches me is robbing others
I am the voice of those who work under you
This must stop
I want you to prosper.
I know things seem bleak.
I know you don't want to go on.
I know that you don't want to wake up.
But you have to for your own good.
Trust my 50 cents.
From the beginning to the end, your the women that will be there. I seen my life go into shambles and I seen my world become gold, but your always there. I've seen you struggle, I've seen you cry. I know how much you try.
Why is life so hard these days?
I keep trying to figure out
how to live successfully in different ways.
I seriously want to shout.
You guys don't even understand.
In my lifetime someone's action doesn't always explain why they did it. We can't tell if a shooting is malicious or self defense ,a gun to the head might of been cruel but who was the victim and whose the criminal.
Came across this website, looking for money...
That already says so much, that it's not even funny
After honeys, whips and chains,
Versace in particular.
NIGGAS we like to call ourselves,
To think how frightening it would be;
to think of literally nothing.
Because even thinking of pure darkness,
is comforting than its absence.
Because even darkness,
is not empty.
He is my strength and salvation,
Of whom shall I be afriad,
With his power I fear no evil,
Living my life courageous and stong,
Each night I give my life to Him as I pray,
My love for God is majestic. God's love toward me is the same. It is magnificent and spectacular. Someday I will be with Him, Not because I go to church, Participate in act
I have lived through sorrow and grief.I stared while my family ripped apart.I watched my mother fall,to the depths of hell.not once,not twice, but many time.paying debts and bills all day.
In Life, theres things we can not do
like tell someone we hate them
even if its true.
In life theres things we just have to do
like get a job just to get through
a week with very little food.
I sit here thinking of others,
Many of whom I’ve met
Many of those whom I’ve met became successful
They have dedicated their life to success
They carry their torches high,
Proud to be who they have become
Life is like a shadow by Aymin ShataraWe chase it,it runsWe stop,it comesSun up , we goSun down, we comeNever stop, we want it bad
I sometimes forget I'm a poor kid
and when I remember I get angry
I get angry at the people who decided that being poor meant
you're less
I get angry that no matter how hard my parents work
We are, we are
Hanging by a thread
But we are definitely
Lucky we're not dead
We're not dead,
And with that said,
Let us enjoy our daily bread
And live rightfully so.
Stuck on a block, where we get locked down....
Then I frown, because the smaller kids, get locked out...
From showing no pityto playing on the streetfamilies attempt to escape povertynobody recognizes realitybecause the streetscreated enemieshomies backstabbingpolice attackingimpregnated teens
I saw,
I saw only black in my future.
I felt,
I felt my purpose disappear.
I heard,
I heard my father cry.
Cry in the way where no son should hear.
I see,
I see my mothers eyes,
*This is based off the novel The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga (The White Tiger is a window into a world of poverty, greed, and corruption. Balram chose to show this through letters to the premier of China, Wen Jiabao.
I see life all around me. Is it me or am I just seeing images made from my brain in the life I see. Are the feelings real am I really here in the life that I see. No one will ever know cause this is the life that I see.
Tick-Tock 3-4
Hammer, saw, nail, and hat
Sweat on brow, and tampered back
Leathered hands with blistered feet
No school or past for extra sheet
Tick-Tock 3-4
Mindless, rhythm, unskilled, work
Ever since I was a youngin' I always had Big Dreams
I would walk down the block and have fantasies about expensive things
I would make Lamborghini engine sounds pedaling my bike
I had envisioned the luxury life as a tike
Child of poverty
Child of immigrants
Doesn't know any other world until it's time to go to school
In Boyle Heights, you're just like everybody else except maybe not as brown
From dawn to dusk
Unable to seize
Unable to capture
Unable to freeze.
The 8:30am heat.
It has awaken to burn
Your sole. Pigment.
Work five to nine
I shouldn't wine
I'm earning money for college
Not enough I must acknowledge
Papa Ginos only pay's eight fifty an hour
Doesn't give me much power
Meanwhile my grades are slipping
When I was young, I had so many dreams.
So many dreams, that I coud not make a choice of a perfect one. All was special and perfect.
Cash wasn't involved, neither cries, neither downers, neither anger.
When I was a child I was unaware
Of all the wrong in the world and how people didn't care
Now that I'm older I only think it is fair
That we help those whom have nothing to wear.
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
It starts at birth, who you're born to, what kind of status your parents have
It depends on your neighborhood, where are you from, who are your friends
Grasping trying to get everything out the way,
Not knowing what life will bring today,
Sometimes I feels as if Im slowly withering away,
Could even say i was traped in some ways,
Longing to break free from my mind,
Its a hot desert day
My mind all it wants to do is play
These games I cannot say
My heart feels pain
Remembering those days
When my ancestors used grain
Is it modern slavery day?
All this hate
Look about the world
See how you are blessed
Not many can compare
Not many can attest
This world to help, my only goal
Let me give you what I have,
Everything I own.
Where disease has left the mark of pain,
I can and must wipe out the stain.
Where the need is deep and most profound,
That is where I know I'm bound.
As a doctor trained with special skills,
Graduate is to complete
To speak is to be heard
To meet leads to greet
greeting gets you where?
I was walking along the streets one day
And saw a man with a dog;
Except the man was homeless and the dog was dead
And the man was dirty and the dog was not breathing
The world is covered in a shroud of suffering,
consumed by fire and stricken by poison,
families deprived of life,
I was just 19 when i finished highschool and didnt quite know if i could get into a good school. The ambition I have put me on a higher level then my peers making me realize that i can make it without having fears.
Spare Change, spare change?
Pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters, anything
The poor family asks every morning
Holding out their tiny tin can to passers-by
In the same raggedy clothing
Mother, I am sorry -- what can I do?
Sadness sweeps over me as I look at you.
Don't sit there and cry, Mother; the yelps from your heart
Are screaming out in silence towards us in parts.
If I were the Almighty and Powerful from above:
Poverty would be eliminated.
No children would ever sleep with a vacant stomach.
No parents would ever become slaves: toiling from dawn to dusk.
Crimes would dwindle.
In this world many things could change,
many women and children are living in dismay.
Let love win and make a change,
show these beautiful people a better display.
A step to a better world
Is to let the sails come unfurled.
Life is too much for any one man
We must do all we can.
Let our spirits soar
Wandering, Lost, Here and There
Where should I go to sleep?
The night is cold, and I am almost bare.
In the darkness, I just weep.
In the morning, I wake
I walk down the road, have to run and hide.
Why can't I have fun and survive?
All my friends think drugs,guns and illegal money are right.
I want to survive and live on to stop these fights.
If I had to choose I'd choose to change it all
my mind
If these fragile hands could craft the future of your children,
I would set a fire under every pair of Levi pockets,
The tears you've cried into your brand name shirt sleeve,
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
The world today is filled with hardship and poverty, filled with people struggling just to get by. from the United States to Europe, poverty is everywhere.
We are human and we will always be changing, our needs are always changing, when
one need is filled the next need now has room to make its voice heard. When we
This is my first time writing a poem and i dont know how it will go
To star off my name is Antonio I am 17 years old
I am graduating in a month and dont know where to go??
Tiny arms
Small Hands
Distended belly
Ginger hair
The small girl tugs on me
On my arm,
Shouting “Muzungu!”
The small girl pulls on me
On my heart
The change is yours,
The future is your course.
We guide ourselves,
As well as those to come.
Stop complaining,
Take a stand.
Words are not louder,
Than the action at hand.
If I can change one thing about the world
what would be I would say where to start
poverty strickin lows
violence abuse depression
starvation and weather crisis
so many topics that need attention
Watching
Encountered among the daily realm
Time and time again.
She stumbles into the next motion
A world filled with poverty
Both hidden and seen.
A world filled with poverty
From sea to shining sea.
And I, so privileged
Yet so oblivious to it all.
I believe I am unlucky
Just as yours does
Have you walked barefoot on hard soil?
Have you slept outdoors during all four seasons?
Money
God, why does this world have to use Money?
Money
Blinds people
Robs people
Smites people
Kills people
Money mean privilege
Money means options
And money
Sometimes I feel like a shell of what I should be,
Just unable to see what others can see.
They're all so comfortable and happy,
While I remain bitter and sappy.
Hundreds of others can instantly connect
When I was in elementary school- age 8
I was taught to “ be all you can be”
Our minds were like architecture; like the baskets we weave
When I was in middle school – age 14
“Hey Ella! Nice to meet you! Where are you from, what do you do?”
Where is easy. What is hard.
What do I do?
I hold her hand when she says “Ella my stomach hurts”
She’s 14, and she’s four months
Becoming a nurse. Being the helping hand. Reaching out. Going beyond. Stepping out. Leaving the country. Helping others. Make the change. Be the change. Be the helping hand.
If money is the source of all evil, then we must be living in hell
Corporate America is in control and I compare it to jail
Since we are all victims to it, somebody show me my cell
Most would change the big problems on this planet
Poverty, disease, war, addiction
But all these things crawl from one simple part of man
Greed
It causes poverty, those with little are robbed by those with profits
The world in shambles
Not everyone can see, but those who do suffer most
Sadness, sickness, Hunger
Children suffering, without a chance to live
Children that could change the world
Stuck, Missing, Poor
The sun is shining and there is a slight breeze outisde,
The town is full and everyone is smiling.
Of course everyone is happy because the sun makes everyone happy,
There is no such thing as rain on a sunny day.
Around my neighborhood
Around my street
From the city in which i live in
to the shoes on my feet
Poverty is at an all-time high
People are stuggling to get by
The thing that i would change
Dear greedy money lovers Oh man do i got some questions
Please tell me why our lovely educators teach lessons for our future generations
But barely get paid enough to feed their wonderful creations
Give me a man that wants a chance!
Who is willing to do what it takes,
To liberate himself from the confines of himself
Present a chance to him, an opportunity for greatness
If he aspires for something greater
People don’t seem to know
They never seem to understand
All the pain I refuse to show
When I hold a little brown hand
I see the pain in their eyes
Surviving from day to day
As I look around my town
All I see are sad faces, young mothers and kids that can't be found
Sad mothers, wayward children or those that have very little
It pains my heart when I see this But I know I can't help everyone
In a world full of manipulation
discrimination, and accusations
one can only have
Determination
to avoid tribulation
conform to society
day in day out
petrified to speak up and be counted
My smile is hidden in concern.
My words are trapped in all the worry.
They have received all the glory for my talents and my song.
Poverty tickles my toes and brushes my hair.
You don't have to be a president, CEO or master leader
To change the world. To change the world, you only need
a small intention,
a good heart,
and a fierce passion of contribution.
forces of Darkness quever never ending tales
ocean waves carry distant cries
The never ending ache on our backs
sleepless night with dancing bits
hope are here for an unchanging soul
Not many people get to have the job they love.
Some people believe this job is something they can’t achieve.
My dream job is to serve the God above,
And now here I am.
Struggling to connect to a place.
A place my parents called home,
In this foreign land.
I watch a man bathe himself on the sidewalk,
Poverty?What is Poverty?A disease of the mind?A physical pain?It's a chronic financial droughtIt's hard to control.We need jobs, we need them now.
Propaganda prevails
Lobbyists loiter on the law
Eagerly awaiting their unjust deserts; why has logic been warped like so?
And all the while we wait as the beam of balance tips
One Job May Change My Life I will no longer have to sacrifice.
Working hard to get this degree This is the only way out of this you cant disagree.
To see a smile on their face To get them to a better place.
"Free the people!" Says the man in Washington,
"For equality is key."
Economics runs the world,
But can we save this beloved country?
Can we initiate a movement where,
As a planet we can save,
He eats from golden platter, three courses served by his butler
She eats what is stolen, some bread from her brother
He shouts, "Call the guards! There's a thief on the loose!"
What I Would Change
An Original Poem by Julianne Kuzmanovic
There’s a lot in this world
That just needs fixin’!
The economies, the governments, their laws,
Growing up a spoiled child, unknowingly.
Struggling with degree in hand to find herself.
Struggling with second degree in hand to find her career.
Stumbling upon the life of a poverty-stricken self, unknowingly.
one job to get where I want to be
have no worries, I can be free
one job will get you out of debt
noone will make any threat
one job to see someones face brighten
In hard times as these
Life has a strong cost.
To be begging on your knees,
And all hope to be tossed.
I too, was the child who longed see a meal.
I saw lavish spending from a friend.
In hard times as these
Life has a strong cost.
To be begging on your knees,
And all hope to be tossed.
I too, was the child who longed see a meal.
I saw lavish spending from a friend.
In hard times as these
Life has a strong cost.
To be begging on your knees,
And all hope to be tossed.
I too, was the child who longed see a meal.
I saw lavish spending from a friend.
In hard times as these
Life has a strong cost.
To be begging on your knees,
And all hope to be tossed.
I too, was the child who longed see a meal.
I saw lavish spending from a friend.
In hard times as these
Life has a strong cost.
To be begging on your knees,
And all hope to be tossed.
I too, was the child who longed see a meal.
I saw lavish spending from a friend.
Babies in Haiti have bursts of hungerAnd heads filled with wonderHave an appreciation for penniesDreams as big as anyWorked hands that American children could never understandbut…Have clear eyes
I never did anything wrong,
but every night I face the angry beast of my belly.
We fight for hours and hours and hours,
Until I finally cave in,
I'm starving.
Momma can't find a job,
What is poverty you ask?
To a person who has had to sleep on urine stained mattresses,
The change for which i wish
Is difficult to convey
I would change life itself
to be less work more play
Human beings would understand
that work can be such fun
up beat music on factory lines
Its main reason isn't to make you feel well
Its purpose isn't about making them feel small
But instead see the backstory on why they had once fell.
To feed them your attention as they take you through their hall.
Traveling afar
A crowded bus
Moonlight bright
A world unknown
Unfamiliar faces
Destruction, despair
Sent on your behalf
I am a missionary
A dirt path
Fragmented steps
Who needs a new roof
If you can't afford a house?
Who needs a kennel
If your pet's an invading mouse?
Who needs teeth
If you can't buy food to eat?
Who needs shoes
If i had the chance
to change one thing
id change the way
the world thinks
we think too lightly
upon the problems
that surround us daily
dont care about them
Their eyes, I can't seem to shake. Their eyes, they look with beauty and grace. Those smiles, that delicate innocence. That desperation, you can feel from a distance. The warmth of a heart.
Where oh where did my pencil go?
Oh ho so where would it be, Joe?
Off the desk, maybe?
Perhaps it ran free?
Ah-OOof! What did I trip on? OH!
There's many problems that we must face.
Some are small and others are huge.
Most of them we can solve our selves.
But what if we can't.
If I could change anything, it would be to end all diseases.
The gap keeps getting bigger.
he rich ad poor on opposite sides of the world
The poor are too lazy to get off their behinds,
They are having children like chickens
All is lost, gone, destroyed.
You stand. No!
You sink!
Down, down, down.
Succumbing to the indomitable pull of despair.
If I could change anything,
Anything in the world,
The world is what I would change.
I would change people,
People and their motivation.
Their motivation to help others,
To help others out of desire,
As the morning has appeared
The air is clear, the sky so clean
My lungs breath in, a sense of victory
My pockets full of little things
Like paper bills, in shades of green
A family has gathered 'round
Stumbling on a grassy knoll,
The weary man, rests his bones.
A tumble, roll, sprint,
Rushing, panting, theft.
The humble man, who takes no blame.
A common person with no name.
The apostle Paul, in the first book of Corinthians and the thirteenth chapter said: "When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a
I ran across the dirt road, breathing in the fresh village air as I took in the scenery;
I am set in room
I am finding sholarshipe
I found you at www.fastweb.com
I ready to write poetry
Bring us now where the chilly wind
Blows, where the snows
Sigh, where the hot co-co
Tongued snow fakes
I cook and cook without any recipe.
This is the spell of Master Chief.
I give you my love without any word
Tick-Tock-Tick- TockThe world, can never stopLike sheep- they always- flock Consumed with liesTheir eyes be blindThey never hear the cries
You say I'm a wimp?
That I worry for nothing?
I say I believe in peace
And love widely.
But really, I don't.
And I'm nervous.
I'm scared.
I'm anxiuos.
I never said I was a winner
When it's my time to run
My body freeze like tongues stuck to poles in the winter
I always wanted to be in the center,
But my center cause me to be buck-eyed
Satellites and lines
Stretching out that horizon sky
Searching for what?
Limbos and escapes, highs or holidays
Grasping for just a moment…what?
Esperanza?
I envy the people beside me.
They have the newest, the latest, the flashiest,
I have the cheapest I could find
It's another rainy day in the small town of Ashtabula.
A town that once prospered, but now has nothing to offer.
Gray factories, once booming, shut down.
Efficacious men hang their heads in shame.
Tears run,And shadows crawl,For all of those who've lost it all.
Food is less,And hunger more,All our hope is out the door.
Sorrow hearts,And weakened souls,As we hold our empty bowls.
Your petals posses a rich vibrancy that glows within,You remind me of my dad,He has a beautiful complexion and rich tan skin,
With it we define, the meaning of life
The need to realign, without much strife
To impose our odds, beyond our right
1. Late night trains going by a dark apartment
2. Cold Campbell’s from the can
3. $5 left in the back of your wallet
4. Goodwill
My mother sits and talks.She explains to me our loss.She explains the things which are wrong.She explains how our road is coming along.I've understood these things,
So because my skin tree tones, my thighs are thick and my hair doesn’t reach the floor I’m not acceptable, this is my generation. Were your shoes has to be worth more than your rent and your clothes has to match your shoes or you define as poor.
The scent of steak on the grill,
The tire swing, swinging in the wind.
The laughter of kids in the pool,
Look up high, up high in the sky...Clouds that float, birds that fly. Now look down, toward the ground...I see nothing, yet hear a joyous sound. My head turns left...My head turns right...I look back up into the beautiful light.
Heart pumping quicker
Fingers sliding on glass
The picters are clearer
and so is my desire.
Ive been surrounded with culture,
great food and dreams.
I've seen others make it,
Once upon a time, you was just a kid dreamin’, schemin’ trying to make a dollar and hide ya three cents from the man.
In Africa, the sunset is not like
Athens where the colors come
out at night, after the city burns
hazy red with car emissions.
Or in London where settling light
is damp like watercolors that
Lines of bodies piled one behind another,
Sons, daughters, fathers, and mothers,
Looking for a few walls to cover their heads,
Hoping a few mouths could be fed.
But there was no room in the inn, said Jim.
Children fall one by one
Their fate bring them into a dramatic stop
Many children are at risk
They don't have nothing
They only have themselves
They live in a world of violence
Time ticks and flies, while we sit and watch as it passes by.
For? Who knows a bus, a job, or a man..
Somebody need to get up and make a plan!
How can we waste so much time,
Everyday I see them
Shuffling in their line
Eyes looking downward
Never meeting mine
The bargain struck between us
Yet we never spoke a word
Neither of us acknowledge
Just live within our worlds
Money vs Survival
Another worry versus another worry
Seeking money to survive veruses just survivng
Slaving away versus Living away
Tears of hardship versus Tears of real life.
I take a step.
Through the war-ridden streets,
Of Hargeisa, Somaliland.
My hands made contact with walls;
They were covered in shots from the civil war,
That preceeded my existence by five years.
Messily spray-painted eyesores full of hate and vulgarityCover the decrepit buildingsTiny, rundown houses are full of the poor
#yowo Knowledge is light
As the road to more knowledge brightens
It grows dimmer, as I reach the end of our supposedly free education
Taxes are taken out to pay for Elementary to High
When i was a little girl i had Koolaid staind Teeth Two puffballs
i used to sit between my mommys legs and get box braids Wacthing the flintstones on tv
They've pushed us here, thrown us down the basement that is poverty
Then they locked the door, but it's time for us to find the key
There's so much more, so much more for us to achieve
The blanket of black as nighttime falls
Diminishing remains of the modern scene
Fade away as shadows dance along the walls
Is the shining city really so pristine?
I hear you speak to me
I can hear the decibels rise
The waves reach my ears
Yet your words hold no meaning
To me.
They are hollow
As lifeless as a doll,
With painted sincerity
Stupidity is a luxury
And quite frankly,
Like most luxuries,
Only the rich can truly afford it.
Wealth, money, filthy lucre.
Would you trade the world
For circular slices of metal?
So reads his sign.
So read so many signs.
So many signs on so many streets.
So many streets with so many eyes
to judge him.
He, the lazy vagabond,
the unsightly blemish
It was during one hot summer’s day—the Sun—ripe—Fat—That a droplet of sweat—fell to the grass—lifeless--dead—flat—
Silent tears stream down my face
Forced by pain they flow freely
The pain of life, friends, family
Pains of abandonment, poverty, hardships, failures
My life is full of love and care
but to say it is perfect ...i don't dare,
I can't say i am desperatly sad
but the lack of happiness drives me mad,
I've been very patient all of these years
That was the day I died insideThat day, his last, I fell apartThat was the moment the world stoppedAll that time gone wrong, it finally stopped
He looks up at me, big brown eyes
I say I have to leave
And I do
I am not from here
I am a visitor, a stranger
I have a family at home, a different culture
His brown eyes fill with big wet tears
We are Losing
Depressingly falling into a downward spiral
Almost impossible to see until our flaws are acknowledged
Our potential is endless, yet most of us are blind to the truth
I wake up
see the challenges of the day
They wake up
twenty minutes late
They see their mom
Packed lunch; picked out clothes; prepaid day
prepaid way
Truth being told sometimes is unforgotten butIs common to meAnd right about now I'd
No such thing as Cold? Nonsense.
I see cold every day.
Cold is the way my mother looks at me because her life ended when mine began.
Cold is my room because we can't afford to pay the electric bill.
We're livin' in a world today,
Where its streets over home
Heartaches where pain rome…
It reeks of an attic,
Collecting dust, frantic
In a great weight.
And the certain fate,
That my mother will wash it,
Comforts me and my grit.
I'm covered in another's past
Just a young black girl
In a hazy world
In a small town, nowhere to be found
All the violence
All the poverty
How will I excel
How will I make it
Will I triumph to victory
Or fall among the rest
Tears dropping from poppas eyes.
LIES, about this country streaming through his mind.
Inside, feeling worthless and insecure
as I hold his hand to let him know, one day I'll free you from all of this.
Living life as a teen is hard
sometime it feels like I'm suck in a brick yard
I try to look through it but that wall is not invisable
To be honest its my parents acting like the wold is transmissible.
interesting, the value of a penny
it takes exactly one hundred and twenty five pennies to get on a bus
today I have a puddle of pennies
a couple of quarters
a dime
and five nickels
There was a little boy named angel,
He had a friend
he didnt talk his friend much,
and now he regrets it
he wishes he spent more time with him,
and i will tell you the story
A white piece of clothing embroidered with colorful flowers and made with the most delicate fabric by my grandmother is on the hanger. The flowers range in color from red, to blue to pink. I see the headpiece that I am supposed to wear.
Trying to hide how my stomach feels
How long has it been since I had a meal?
The Money is dust.
Hunger is rust:
robbing me senseless,
caressing me senseless.
Hunger, that foul fiend!
While i walk down their street
the smell is un-missble
tarps stand as children lie
lie of hunger and disease
their stomachs cry but their faces still smile
why must people go through misery
In the darkness they lieIn the places we hideNot wanted nor desiredOn the streets in the coldWhere the piercing sidewalk behind the thundering street becomes a hotel bed
They say to truly understand someone,
you must walk in their shoes.
But what if they don’t have shoes?
What if they walk.
Barefoot.
For Miles.
In the scorching desert heat.
Sometimes I wonder,Why people hunger.Than I remember the kind hearts of December, How they give, and sing,and how that makes some people's hearts sting!They are Scrooge,
Mommy, why are you crying?
Why is your hand on your forehead?
What are those papers in front of you?
What are all those numbers on that page?
Mommy, please stop crying.
If you cry, then I cry.
The trees leaves breezz , the sun shine , the birds sing, kids are playing, and little boys chasing little girls. Seem like everything in the world is working good but one problem.
IT WAS TIMES I WAS ALONE NOBODY BY MY SIDE. AND IT WAS TIMES I WAS HURT AND I JUST WANTED TO CRY. BUT I JUST KEPT ON MOVING NEVER SHED A TEAR. I NEVER SAID A WORD. I NEVER SHOWED MY FEAR. THIS A COLD WORLD BUT MY HEART BELOW ZERO.
when our life cycles ends?
what is left?
nothing but our new generation
me, you and them
whats our differnce .
we all come together and die and rott
why not make a difference
Nobody should have to live like this:
Working three part-time jobs trying to get ahead;
Struggling non-stop trying to make a living;
No time for anything except work and bed!
I am from the S on the compass
Where 90 degrees was casual weather and winter barely existed
A loving household, a family oriented place
long roads my socks with holes naps for days waking up eating suger cookie
how i remember my childhood days.
racing down the block full speed my four wheeler giving up on me it roars and sreams
Sleepless Owl in the eyes of the sun. Mocking thy simple existence in this perpetual world. Starved by the thought of food, craving the ruby red taste of wine. The owl saw this miserable creature and made a faint smile. The owl spoke," I kn
Restlessly propelled bus tour through poverty's playpenInhaling the vile stench of minimum wage and food-stampsAn unholy concoction of $8/hr in a $960 cramped studio apartment fed by cal fresh's moldy government cheese
One week of the year
They asked to give up.
To them this one week
Was more than enough.
An impact too deep
for words to describe
Bird’s joyful chirps and children playing,
Constant friendly greeting.
While passing through, color
Is bursting from every other
Laughter, grassy field, and face.
Always clean, always safe;
“Everyone needs to match.”
“We have to show that we’re a team.”
“It’s only 20 dollars.”
IT’S NOT AS EASY AS IT SEEMS
Take 20 and multiple by 5
We only wear them once
My mother works overtime,
From where i stood, Tecate Baja California.
20 feet from the line.
20 feet from a different world.
from where i stood all was mine.
i step across that fence and I'm swirled.
A child cries loud hunger pains
A mothers in childs pose baring the shame
My body is full of emptiness and mommy doesn't care
She knows that prostituting won't get her anywhwere
Am I a she?
Am I a he?
Am I dead?
Am I lead?
Am I a singer?
Am i a writer?
Who am I?
Doesn't matter as long as I go by
Whether I'm a cook
Or I'm a book
I am nothing
I watch as light drapes over my being, a shower of warmth and comfort while cold devours fragile skin, Shadows of night vanishing from once loomed places of comforting darkness.
I'm sitting here writing this poem to help me get a better college education
I want to do well so I can become a great man for this nation
This poem right in front of me will help pave the way
At the young age of 12, I noticed the difference.
Brandy was wearing Abercrombie, Aeropostale, Forever 21... expensive clothes.
Holly, however, well... what was she wearing? Was it from a thrift store? Or Wal-Mart?
You don't have to like your life
You just have to shut up and take it
You can't make eye contact
You don't want to make them uncomfortable
You have to look hurt and innocent
Dear Congress,
Why must you treat working class citizens like the scum of the earth?
I am sorry that I cannot fill your pockets with my parents’ money.
I am sorry that I want my voice heard instead of my wallet.
I gaze out my window to see rain attempting to come in, it hits the glass, but then trickles down in defeat
The dark clouds loom above, and like a plague, it sucks the light off the land, leaving the world in shadows
Here I am in this seat once again
Geometry, Chemistry, all of it, in my head
My life is headed in no direction
I feel as though school is just a distraction
What will I learn at the end of the day
EXUSES ARE FOR THE WEAK
FOR THE LAZY AND THE MEEK.
thats what my teacher says to me.
yes sometimes
MY DOG ATE MY HOMEWORK
just doesnt fly.
but tell me why, tell me how,
"Don't have a big head, the world doesn't revolve around you."
There's no I in team, that's all that I knew.
There are people that are starving, homless and broke.
But that's only in movies, it was only a joke.
I See Smelly Poo. Everywhere.
When I walk down the street there it is, Poo.
From the wrong ends,
Life is nothing more than a tune lost in the wind
We all strive to hear it as if deafness never existed
Exquisidly I believe we live in an age where sobriety is lost
And poverty is the cost
Walking up to the front door,
I see your eyes widen with disbelief.
“This mansion is your home?”
I shake my head and unlock the door,
“No, this is my house,” I correct you
My Life
The high school days come and go
It has sports, plays and even talent shows
My high school days have come to an end
I remember the time in elementary where I played pretend
In the Cycle
It was just another day of school.
Another day of being cool with my dudes, and being smooth for the ladies.
It was just another day at school
Being thankful
A small task to ask
But not many make time
Until time is up
Gone and never coming back
Being thankful
Should have when you could
Being thankful
Small but mighty
Poverty has transformed me in many ways. It has made me someone humble. Someone who fights through cold and hunger. It has chaged my mentallity and gave me the ablity to overcome agony.
Love has no boundaries. Love is selfless.
Love is scarifice. Love is charity.
The rich in love reach out to the helpless.
The heart of gold grows in maturity.
One finds passion and eternally grows.
When I was young they told me money isn't real
If so can I say no to this foreclosure deal?
Will the hospital do free surgery on my heel?
Is there anybody out there that feels like I feel?
A dull blue hat upon his headBlack ripped gloves are on his handsLost and somewhat confusedThere's this homeless man
"Summer assignments are in. Its just a $20 dollar book."
I can already tell that you're judging me because I gave a sickening look
I'm sure you can afford it no problem at all
In the hood cancer takes the best of usJail, drugs, and shootouts usually take the rest of usIt just be seeming like a God ain't there for uslike really who the heck be helping usDirty cops arresting us
I see the stars
Covering all of my scars
Don't know how, don't know why
But when I look, I just want to cry
I wonder how the majic works
with all its little quirks
So much inequality exists
Budget cuts to welfare programs are like tightening the noose around the poor’s neck
Being laid off is a death sentence for most
Love ?Life?
If you can believe it
But cannot achieve it
Is it worth it
To keep workin
Stress is Stress
Life is Life
God is God
Is it right how you choose to live your life
I come to class with a smile on my face
but you are unaware i sometimes cry before i go to sleep
you tell me to stop talking
but you don't know im trying to distrct myself from negative thought
Schadenfreude
a word in the German language with no direct English translation,
meaning: pleasure derived from someone else's pain
I am punished with no listening ears
having nothing
At night she cried
And woke up with a smile
She put on a shirt and tie
Screaming “I wish I had a guy
To take care of my baby and I”
She taught me to put a rubber on my dick
I'm from clothes, shoes, ipods, and iphones
Lip gloss, mirrors... I stay fly as them all
I'm from rice and beans, Prince Fried Chiken
Fast food to soul food cooking in the kitchen
Out of place, he sits there.
As though ignorant
Of judgment and pity.
Dirt in the creases of his coat,
the pleats of his scarf,
the wrinkles of his face
Disappearing into his aged beard.
MeWho is me?Who am I to say the least toAnything?Am I youAre you me-Is me an existing being or is it allJust red.Because that’s all I see,All I feel is blackAnd all that I bleed
I am a person.
I am not different from you.
Yet,
You look at me like I’m garbage.
I’m not.
Why does this have to happen to me?
I'm walking.
I am walking.
I am walking onward.
Despite my struggles, I walk.
He left us at home.
And, hopes for us to follow.
My heart is torn,
Between the one I know best and the one I mourn.
Horrible landlords many have them.
Remember the sour smell in your bathroom.
Mushrooms growing from the root of your bathroom floor.
The unknown black spots sprinked throughtout your tub.
Keenan Rhodes
Summer Jazz isn’t overrated…
Summer jazz is where the black kids seem cooler than blue.
Dem brothas sway in the shade and lean against prefabricated and rundown buildings.
I am a slave
To our world's ways
As my nation sold
My very soul
They buried themselves
Under a pile of green
And took me along
To pay for their deeds
At night I walked along the railroad tracksof an unabandoned harbor running adjacentto the Penobscot. The cold air, crisp,interrupted by the smoke stacksof a paper mill, down aways. “Pan-Am Maine”coupled with graffiti adorned each train car.
My uncle once told me
never to smell money;
for liking the smell of money
is selfish, I suppose,
greedy,
as if the green scent is blood
in an ocean infested with sharks
Strong, independent, my wise words of thoughts
The source of all my pride and joy
The source of my pain
The wrinkles that settle beneath the eyelids of a woman hard at work
She comes home to only her mother, and no father.
Being strong is all she ever tried to be for Mom.
She wants things, yet never asks.
Money- a piece of paper with such value, with such power,
Our world is not made for people to knowOur world is made for our endevours into the unknown
Everyone is worried about materialistic lifeBut every one ends up getting stabbed in the back with a dull knife
As I open the door feeling the crisp blackened air of the 123 and ABC’s as I sit in my prison chair
It's all up to me.
It's all up to the students.
It's all up to the youth.
It's all up to the unemployed city workers.
It's all up to the underpaid teachers.
Millions are out there.
We see it every day.
On the streets.
In parks.
Near houses.
They're out there.
Millions of them.
New York, San Francisco, Los Angeles.
Desperate for help.
How is it going, my dear old friend?
What's the weather like in your place
?
And how many friends you've made?
Do you still remember the bygone days when we have suffered
These teachers preach and presume on a system of material
but I can't seem to heed the preachings
then I wonder, if they ever been denied cerial
listen better to Gandi's teachings
Sometimes it all spills out like a vein being hit.
Letting the ink cry even if the eyes dont do it.
Writing to a wall about the problems of the world.
Knowing damn well that the mouth wouldnt do it.
Dear Teacher, here are the things I can't tell you because the language you speak I can't bare to swallow, I hope you see it my way, getting out of the ghetto is harder than you think today.
i have my own memories brewed with sin,i did it for my family and i would do it again,one day i spoke with god, i knew it was him,"Son im going to take you where few have been."he took my hand and appered before a huge mansion,dont explain yoursel
Lost in another world
Where darkness covers my soul
Bringing sadness to my only light
Only to be held by the people who truly love me
Wondering what have I done to be here instead of home
I can’t tell you what it is likeTo look in the mirror and only wonderTo wonder about IkeA poor boy in a third world underTo question why he isn’t the sameTo ask myself what I can do to help
Growing up can be hard
Unless you are the son or daughter of a person deemed a god
But for those of us who are like me and maybe you
If I were in charge of the world, all diseases would have a cure. Drugs and Alcochol would not be made, Everyone would have a home to live in and sleep, There would never be any criminals.
My heart, it is not BIG
My thoughts, they are HUGE
My expectations I am held to, they are ENLARGENED
My dreams, they are GIGANTIC
The respect I have for myself, it is GRAND
The ball bounces against the crack of the drive
Two little girls laugh as they miss the backward shot.
Dusk disappears like their childhood
Oh Juvenal I feel your pain.
Thousand of years have passed but our cities remain the same.
How disgusting, and shameful can these people be?!
My skin is darkness, my eyes stars
My soul pure evil, when flying at night.
If I shall encounter you in my path
Weak, lonely, ready to die;
Your soul shall be mine
Ambition
Trapped in a dark room filled with doom
But I’m waiting on that spark so I can start.
On a new road but I’m getting too old
To be wait’n and contemplate’n on choices but I can’t hear
What if it were you who couldn't afford to go to school?
How would you feel?
How would you deal?
Your dreams ripped away.
Can't save them for another day.
I am committed -no- destined to make a better life for myself
I work in the day, I don’t have time that is free
No, I don’t have an inherited wealth.
I am overwhelmed and I wont tell you what I need.
Everyday of hard work and dedication,
constantly trying to get an education,
we seem to watch our days pass by with no reason,
but for one perticular season, it's our one day of pleasin'.
I was born lucky.
Poor, cold, and hungry.
lucky.
You can't go to college
Lucky.
Your grandmother committed suicide yesterday, Sobbing
Your grandfather doesn't want to know of your existence
I gave my sister 25 cents to buy a gumball.
Not much,
But more than was in the bodega’s empty soup can labeled “Tips.”
Her little crooked teeth and flaxen hair skipped out the door,
We sit on our cotton made, silk lined couches.
We entertain ourselves by watching Hi-Def TV on 62'' flat screen televisions, while eating a hot homemade meal,
Struggle, worries, stress
weighed down by what keeps me from rest
clouded thoughts tie me down
these troubles are so loud they dont make a sound
too many stay slaves to this evil
The world to see
The sights to ponder
The tastes to revel
But yet, the troubles to be.
Is money important?
They say it's not,
that it cant buy happyness,
But what do they know?
Is money important?
Money can buy a house for shealter,
can buy bed to sleep,
Emotions of gentleness and pleasure
Not indeed so beautiful
Fire of love that burns his heart
He has endured incalculable fatigue and cold and hunger
His future hopes, a creature of another sex; queen
As I get off the freeway
You hold up your sign
Asking me for things
That are for sure not yours
And that I think are mine
Who do you think you are??
Whatever, its just a homeless person
I watch, as the world keeps moving,
Unable to move with it,
Forced to stay in the dark, unwanted, and unearned,
No light, no warmth, no hope,
I acknowledge the problems in the world today,
In response, I do the right thing;
Graduate, stay out of trouble, get a job, get paid.
Obstacles create more problems to overcome.
Open my lonesome eyes
to see the days goes by
tears dripping down my eyes
my smile became a frown
Not once in my life have I heard someone say
“Could you spare some change?”; no, they expect we will pay.
They sit with their signs, black words in black scrawl,
and hope as we each walk on by, one and all.
I've sweat and I've bled,
But never enough.
The tears that I've shed
Don't show that I'm tough.
So many before me,
And so many to follow,
Will feel pain
That I could never swallow.
What I say to you is true, "It's up to you." Why do I say it like that? I am a woman with dignity and respect.
waking up to nothing
praying to god just for a little something
going to school just to be made fun of
you ignore them because your tired of them of
pointing and laughing, but inside ur breaking
When society does a 180 twist down on my headAnd I can't rest anymore, digest anymore except if it's a complete mealI'm drained of heating water, to cook noodles that cost a quarter
Beep. Honk. Verm. Said Old Gustie.
Smell tells of burnt brake.
I hope life ain’t so fusty.
The jerk of the gear made Dustie
cry like-Oh. My. Goodness sakes!
Beep. Honk. Verm. Said Old Gustie.
He loved alcohol
more than your love
Like ever guy ,he said
those words that made you cave in
Guess he thought it was enough
To make it work
To fall in love
French Revolution
People begging
Sickness spreading
A child left alone
A chase across a lifetime
The rebellion begins
Love blossoming at first sight
Souls ripped apart by fear
Be a mastermind.
Be one of a kind.
Be the best of the best,
and you may fly.
Become a better leader.
Become the overseer.
Become better than the rest,
And you may rise.
All these DREAMS I am having.
They are all free, yet worthless.
Some seem sorrowful sometimes
And some seem serious sometimes
As if they were worth of being dreamt.
I have realized the hard way;
On the daily walking out the door is a risk
number one thought on mind is rich
but distractions occupy so priorities switch
from woman being anything almost everything
but belittled too bitch
I usually don't do poetry but like a bee trying to get honey...I need this money. At the bottom is currently where I lay, trying to find money for college to pay. Fighting through the struggle now, but I know I will make it through the fire.
I Believe By Kara Young
I believe ima be the one to succeed achieve receive, while you lacking sacking think you a king when all you doing is crack, crack is whack and that’s a true fact
Too much force for a girl
She pushin doors down
And she walking thru a hood, where it’s goin’ down
She told her daddy if she could she would leave the town
Crown on her head and a noun to profound
I need a way out
Tired of the way I'm living
Prosistution was the way out
Mom by day
I know it's not meant to be this way
I need a way out
Approached by a man on his way out
And for your handful of success stories, I got a handful of death stories.
A handful of arrest stories, brothas on the block- pushin rocks
Thinkin' they're doin' their best stories...
But if you can adjust shorties,
You know what we need?
We need a modern-day Robin Hood.
That is what we need.
modern-day Robin Hood is walking through the forest
modern-day Robin Hood is walking through...
In The City
I
Hello my name is Alex and I am a think-a-holic. I work waiting tables at a wine-bar on Woozer Way. No jokes; this is a modern form of torture. Furthermore, I am, occasionally, hopelessly, restless.
Shadows eclipse my weary soulBattle wounds can take its tollWhy am I to be this way?To make that choice this very dayThoughts driven by doubt revolveFears dimmed by peace disolve
I am untouchable
Surrounded by the black gates
Unsure of which to open
“Let the people in!”
Cries my heart
Yet I am lost…
Separated and gone
Write my name in the water
What do you value? What do you fear? What makes you love? These are the stories I tell. The truth in which I hold so heavily in my heart. Come with me. Into my heart. Into my mind. The stage. Fall in love with my poetry.
i
scrubbed violently at the grime on my skin
filth dirt stain soot
struggled to cleanse the grease out of my hair
dirty oily unwashed
Do you think your life really sucks?
Parents always after you’re my every move…….
to cease to desist
to stop the crimes
to help the fighting youth
to unveil the bride Truth and stop her point from becoming moot
that
is
our
calling
Les Enfants sont assis dans la rue
L'ombre de l'arbre est une couverture
Comme les gens marchent, les enfants sont inconnus
C'est comme s"il y a quelque chose entre eux, une cloture
poetry means to me sets my soul free with each every breath
reading love poem brings heart alive
poem of dread release my fears and tears away
poem of life bring joy to the soul
Harsh and cold
Is the shattered concrete
Click clicking beneath the feet
Of jostled ignorance
Heavily breathing
Pant panting anxiety
Beneath these metal ghosts
My Last name is placed
in the prison system and the system not to graduate from middle school .
They predicted that I would be a mother before I turn 16 and have a felony before
Backbone to navelBrain to dirtChildren 6ft. under on account of us...Scathing, burned, and batteredSealed with the branding of DEATHNo hope.Bones shaking, earth quakingBoom!
The fights…
The rage
the screaming
the anger
the shouting
no time to really savor
I’m pissed
Real pissed
Bout to throw a hanger
Damn I'm always angry
I'm trapped
Father, why me?
I know I'm not perfect and I keep making mistakes but is this necessary?
I know I didn't appreciate everything at every moment but why me?
I worked hard to get to where I am now
To purse my education in the years to come
And to become unable to purse my education
Due to financial problems would be an unfair call.
My story, my struggles, mistakes, heart breaks, path to nowhere self determined fate. Would all be useless…
If I didn’t write
Growing up isn't easyThe struggles are endless.
No one can mentally prepare you for what lies ahead,in 7th grade an enlish teacher showed me how to cope with the madness.
I know the change that tricklesIs like a diamond mineAnd my cupboards of canned foodCould feed the starving childrenBut I’m still barely livingHardly making enough to get byI walk to and from work
This Life we live
see its temporary
how forgranted we take things
how forgranted we take life
see we live each day
but not as if it's our last
selfish and bitterness rise up in your eyes
Breathe
I inhale the toxins of the world
They weigh down on me like Atlas
tear me up from the inside out
I’m suffocating
All the things I’ve seen are
Nothing compared to living it out
Everyday i wake up i move much closer
As i get out of bed my feet touch the street
so many people on this road
My heart grows bigger my mind still unique
We were once children moving together
but
I knew that the work was honest so
I stayed
until the winter equinox turned the pads of my fingertips
raw.
and
bloody.
during my time in Monte Del Diablo.
Crowds lined the dirty streets,
to watch
the two lovers dance.
A flash of black sequin,
all leg and red heel follow
black leather shoes step in time,
Ever changing, becoming something else.
Beauty, wisdom, stronger with every passing second.
Come to life once more.
The body and the earth shakes
All the while the waves quake
With untangible thoughts of a body
So the sand breaks
Into grains in the mind
Stringed noodles of a hallowed concubine
We prepare long and hard Sweating and in pain We arrive and the the air is dry and stiff I hear no language that I know And acknowledge my detachment from familiarity We arrive to our new home After a bumpy ride In a run-down, old, moldy bus The
They say the world revolves around money.
I think that you don't need money to be happy,
but in order to be happy you have to be set financially.
The world is too cruel to those who have nothing,
Help a sista out
You know just what to do
Write that check with her name
Don't give it to another fool
She needs it for more than just money
For her success, ambition, and dreams
Jobless
6 frigid years and I'm still unemployed
why is there help wanted signs when there's no void
Walking through Toys R Us for jobs, I'm ignored
The man on the street with his bags and a couple of things. Everything he owns fits in the shopping cart he carries back and forth on the streets. Cars honk him as he tries to cross the street and people push him down if he walks too slow.
Walking through an abyss of struggles
Surrounded by the midst of pain and defeat
Stepping over the vines of temptation
And nearly landing in the sandpits of destruction
You bloom in the fire,
you flourish in the sand,
You bring your village hope,
and give them strength to stand.
When all is gone,
and you stand alone,
You shine as a symbol,
I wish the lottery and raises wouldn't bring as much joy as they do.
I wish your happiness and satisfaction with life didn't depend on the amount of money you had.
Man I'm tired of living life everyday the same Struggle, putting in overtime and working straight doubles. Nothing has ever been handed to me on a platter, I'm just trying to climb a neverending ladder.
My mother thin in her yellow dress,
the dress each Sunday saw.
The large women sparkled,
laughing in the glow of their prosperity,
exchanging empty "bless your heart"'s.
Fat bellies and wallets abundant in
Afraid.
Body tingling, breath quickening
Pulse racing.
Thrown into the world,
-A world that believes it will all be
OK.
Go to school.
Get your education.
I want to be able
to work hard
to earn
to be proud of what I have got
to open my arms to others
to sacrifice
I want my children to not feel guilty when they say
"Mommy, I want to be a lawyer."
The scrawny man walks down the street
Casually to the jewelry store.
But before he gets there he is beat,
And his fat wallet is no more.
The first man had just wanted
To get a useless gift
Life, there's a battle to fight, there's a war to win. We cry, we hurt, we experience, we sin. Some are strong, some are known to be weak. We get through tribulations, but fold when rumors leak. We're lost so we write and find ourselves in words.
When one year old, the situation was cold. The thought in mind, was difficult to find. The story was told, in the newspaper sold. From then on out, my feelings in doubt.
I know you cant be here
I know you dont know how i feel
I understand that you cant be here
But no matter what,I know you care
After all my pain and hate I finally realized it's not too late
(poe
Things weren’t always so simple for me
Sitting on the playground and wondering why no kids would play with me
Day dreaming comes to the mind,
O beautiful sky clouds thy dangerous time.
Thou children play in thy swings,
O loud bangs take away the young angels wings.
Death sliences the auroma,
They said they cared for our people in the streets...
just look around and you'll see us all trapped in the heat...
Sporadic tears of broken shears cut deeper than our darkest fears..
I write to stop from crying,
my trials and tribulations make writing a replacement,
to stop myself from dying.
The pen and the pad replace my rope,
my mind replaces the needle shooting through my vein,
My name is explicit and rusting on a spoiledExpired piece of prideIt can even make a sound that penetrates the sensesElaborates the focus of horror in the lensesThese eyes shine and have difficulty to cry
Waking up and looking on,
reflections show the morning sun.
Pearls of wisdom rest inside,
coming out just to hide.
Digging deep can keep the faith,
all while staying true to base.
(poems go here)
Kind of the way a baseball is hard
under the scuffed leather.
Rough and pealing into your hands
and your fingers grip tight
for a fastball.
Just enough grit to know
For years she was afraid to show her face afraid of what they might say so she hid always only a silouette nothing more, locked in the depths of the heart growing bored of waiting to be released until one day she begans to stir because she can fe
A wallet, not only kept in my back pocket. A wallet, holding the contents of which I need every single day. A wallet, much more than a wallet, holding also the key to my emotions, when I'm feeling good the wallet is full.
Sitting concrete steps of this run down apartment. Looking up at the blue sky. Just flustered by my overwhelming thoughts."Am I stuck here forever?" I say to myself. I know I'm capable.
Oh mister Obama, what's the deal with you?
millions are dying from you and you only have helped like two.
Taxes and resources going down the drain
this is why so many people are in so much pain
I write because it’s the best way to express myself.
When I feel like no one is here to listen to the words I have to say; that’s when I write.
Who am I?
Who am I?
I’m still trying to find that out.
I wake up every day with so much confusion, to where it is that I need to be in life.
To write is to feel, more than what you can hear.
Putting words into your soul, and letting it flow.
Spinning your head round and round until you can't get off the ground.
I look into children's eyes seeing stories that are untold but seem to hold horrors unknown. I hear silent screams pleading for help when there is none .
Contemplate capturing currency,
Chasing it like creatures chaotically like it was an emergency.
When your funds fill fellows’ fingers,
Exiting your own, making you one of the malingers.
The Ripple Effect
Sometimes I cannot help but wonder
What really goes out yonder?
If all our lives is not a blunder
To pass never remembered like thunder
Into it we come wailing
Everyone is tangible/ Lacerations cut deep within one's pride/ Castigations fly freely from lips of an octogenarian idol/ Sorid, vile words were bladed sharp/ Everyone is tangilbe/ Aspirant to move forward/ Pushing through the cracks of the dark,
First day of kindergarden, the promise of new things.
Proud parents with tears in their eyes, let go of the tiny hand.
Child comes to the table as the bank page, eager to learn.
School years go by, like seasons turned,
Look! right there , yes..everywhere.
INJUSTICE , i cry INJUSTICE !
tears, it's not fair
we are poor , wheres our hope?
the world is crumbling
everything is dying.
What happened to our beautiful trees?
Fighting, but i'm weak with both hands. A vacation, eyes detect no beach, feet feel no sand. Double left handed, clubsy but talented. Can't get a job, did once but got fired because I couldn't manage the way my manager managed things.
Welcome to the under side of reality.The insomniac's life- the victim to causality.Understand that paranoid mentality,confusion and hallucination lie in the lack of sleep, dimentia coming after peace.
10+11 are the days I should stay home
Your mother called. She asked me what you want for dinner, chicken or spaghetti?
How can I be special at home?
I want money
so i can choose my own misery
I go to school
so i can learn blissfully
I get a job
so i can suffer regularly
all this for a love of money
that has no reciprocity
A ticket and a dream was all that she could see,
An orphan, and hope for all that could be.
Not even a hop, skip, and a jump away.
To arrive on a plan was more than they could ask for,
If wall could talk, what would they say? Would they tell the secrets of those within?
Patient As i am.
Caged in sometimes that you don't know how to be a man.
Thinking the devil has he's hands on me.
I'm trying to run away but I can't.
Forget the world and the ghetto too.
When I wake up I get ready to lace up my shoes.
Walking out the front wondering if someone is going to shoot.
Five weeks earlier my home-boy kirk was shot all over the news.
If you know the rules know em' If you have a plan stick to the plan.
Times is hard than you think.
My people stay hungry just to eat.
Run to the top just to get there and there is a lot to see.
Slippery ground
And a curious mind
Led me down a black hole
Where darkness crept inside my soul.
Fallen deep into the pit.
No way out did I find.
It starts with money. The lack of it, We know it's funny, But bit by bit, It all becomes blood money And it may be hard to admit, Because we know it's just a penny, But to them it's many. For them it's food, for them it's plenty.
I know I hurt you in the past
I just wanna make this last
Cherish all the moment when were smiling and we laugh
Some say we moved to fast and that makes me mad
I know what's in my heart and the feelings i have
Lord of the Heavens calm my heart
Because it cannot have what it wants
Calm the sometimes emptiness if the heart
Calm the worry and the despair
Alas! Oh Lord! Do not leaves us now!
Land of the freeLand of the apatheticLand of the dreamersLand of the broken
Home of the braveHome of the hopefulHome of the better tomorrowHome of the bitter
People say they love so much and have big hearts,
Yet they say how much they hate gay.
People say how bad the world is,
Yet they stick up their noses to aid.
My brother has asma,
yet he chooses to smoke.
Like reaching that star in the sky,
Or feeling so limitless that you believe you can fly.
High on life, because you know you have achieved
I write not for fame or foe
I write not for power or polatics
I write not for war or wreckage
I write not for ignorance or idiocy
I write not for government or greatnes
I write not for me, myself, or I
This is not a rant, or even a rebellious speechI'm just speaking my mind, I don't want to preachbut there's a possibility, that i'll teach you lyricallymaking choices for yourself, will maintain your healthincluding your sanity, content and selfWe
the american dream was what i hoped for, wrote for, put all my timein my books and took notes for, white picket fence nice house and no help, but the way things going i dont think my timegone help, cuz jobs are lost, money talks, and tragedies are
A piece of paper rules our lives today; some try to deny but some are proud to say. This object that takes up so little space can, somehow, deem our societal place. But what is this object in the scheme of it all?
One step, one step
That’s all they cling to
Backs formed into the shape of commas
Weary from the heavy burden of grief
"Excuse me, is the manager here?Why?(You should be able to tell by how I'm dressed but..)I'm following up on a job application..Ok thanks.."
Hello, my name is [Your name here]
For lust is greed, and greed is contempt
For what i believe, there no soul
I wonder about my sins
To gander upon them is no thought within
I cant stop, I cant believe
For what is inside is killing me
Life is hard enough as it is. Something has to give. Struggling every day, but I thought that a life of luxury was the American way.
You smell the goods,
You feel the heat,
You sit there waiting for a coin atleast a crum for you to eat,
When the cold creeps in, you can feel it creep through your feet,
(Fast sad lane of reality, other stories don't match with family, left lost on the streets with insanity, none realized the real, feel what empty stomachs got without a meal, split one time so he'll make at least a dime, bedless because of bed bug
in the eyes of a ranger
the unsuspecting stranger
working hard in life
achieveing little or less of your goals
with the eye on the prize
you never give up
I left them...
Last night I had a dream
the world was ending,
I was reduced to ant size and lived with a snake,
she was friendly but scary,
green and alive,
I am awake now, paying my credit card
Maybe someday
day I will learn:
Nothing will happen unless I make it happen.
I hate myself.
These practical
Hustling through the streets; living dollar to dollar
Addicted mom and missing father
Alone and dead to the world are you
Working. Always skipping school
Greed killed the dreams you could have lived
At weekday’s start, when the glaze on
the grass blades leaves, Mrs. Carol emerges
from the plywood lined rows to care for her carrots.
A yellow bus speeds through
It's never loud enough.
Never strong enough to strike fear.
Its only a whisper
one that tantalizes your ear.
She doesn't speak often
But when she does
you shall hear
words of wisdom
My eyes open and I stare at this charcoal wall, my back aches, my ancles are stiff, and i cant even fathom the thought of sitting up and metally preparing myself for yet another butally draggish day..... I hate this.
(poems go here) Life’s bumpy roads and harsh realities
Are what brought me to the refuge of poetry.
A world where you have little money,
Where the lady on the news talks about a new murder every night
These words, never heard, never spoken aloud, never sung, only written
Only understood by those who are struggling to keep their dreams alive
Those who have one arm chained to the ground, the other free and reaching
If today were the last day to live,
would you call your enemies and forgive?
or would you go to the shelter to give?
something simple can express so much
our hands together is a simple touch
Slip, slide, falling to black.
Who will save her?
Standing up on her own,
What good? For she is alone.
Through the ages she will remain.
Where be her destination
once her shell is gone?
A chance opens doors...a chance might become yours...but what we do with these chances effect our lives whether its cause great growth or a social dive into instability.
we like those speakful car conversations
talking about relationships and songs that songs
that were number one hits how life has
changed alittle lyrically spitten versus of how our
My mamma said I was full of piss and vinegar
there was no family pastor ,priest, or minister
to save me from my life of crime and wicked ways
my futures counted down not by years but simply days
I walk past wonderful, wounded people,
with nothing of worth but the words of my mouth.
Isn't there more than empty words?
Isn't there more to life than this?
I write to express
when theres no one left to understand, I write to those that are in the same postion as me
wondering if anyone else could feel their pain, and understand their shame.
I am enrolled in a course that is taught by a man in perfectly-pressed pants and starched white shirts and powerless pastel ties whose speech and taint-less style choices speak to his belief that each new and wondrous discovery experienced by a ch
The more I see the more I know, it’s not where you come from, but where you go.
Many times judgment will pass, like a lightning bolt it happens in a flash.
The fear of loosing someone you loved
The fear of being pushed & shoved
The fear of loosing all your possessions
The fear of not having any connections
FEAR NOT
The day's are like minutes, minutes you wait for and prosper. you think of the days as if they are given to you but it's the opportunity of giving thanks. We all depend on tomorrow as if a switch of a light, once you switch it, it shall turn on.
The darker corner of Memphis, TN
Where prostitutes take their positions among a sea
Of honest workers and school kids waiting early on the MATA
Just to repeat the process at 3 in the after-
For all you birds atop the wires,
Feeling as though you've mounted spires,
Gawking and squawking at us below,
Attempting to reap what we could sow,
Yes we labor for your stupidity,
Suffering for both you and me,
(poems go here) My pen sculpts a future
Potential to work and to enjoy with one job
My pen sculpts a dream
Hope of proving my father wrong that writing is dead
Look, this is Life, this isn't a game/
You don't have a Monopoly on humor/
You're in Jeopardy of having a Hanged Man on your conscious/
Listen, every joke you make is bringing them closer to their Final Fantasy/
I never had a home,
In fact, I never remember having a family.
These people? who are they?
I over heard something unpleasent,
I could remember the pharses of "Adopted", "Brought here for a reason",
1. I have always wondered how long it takes
2. for a pixie to slowly construct a pixie stick
3. A pixie that slowly breaks away at a sugar cane
4. with a two sided axe
5. making every tiny crumb more and more unique
Your heart gets tired of all of the crap you bring to it
Thinking its love but its lust you're bringing to it
Torn up inside you feel so worthless
Thoughts going like an emotional circus
Your swollen face is smiling, little boy on the streets,
Dodging traffic with your friends, cold gravel cuts your feet.
Who's rich and who's poor, you really don't care,
Right now you don't know that life is cruel and unfair.
Everyday I'm moving, and everyday I'm working.
Gotta keep my mind going because I'm crazy as a circus.
Everyday I'm thinking, and everyday I'm writing.
Stand up freestyling. Always reciting something.
Who could personify such a word?
Who is dirty
persay?
Why are they?
Frowned upon
they are
taking dirty looks from cleaner people
Here is the church
Here is the steeple
At times I feel like I am in search for myself to find peace instead of all this reckoning that lingers within this restless soul of mine...
Los Angeles, California. What is it like?
Sunny weather, super stars, flashing lights.
That’s what people think L.A. is like.
But they don’t know about South Central and all of its fights.
Pay check to pay check
Dead end to dead end
Choices slip away
We are left hanging
Just a few threads left
Enough to keep us here
And alive
We move on from the past
But progress?
I write for the delinquents who repent.
But they hard wired for barbed wire.
Those weakened by the cement.
That turns their hearts ire into gunfire.
For the man who has not but cannot
Stumble or falter.
The mental state of a young black kid is contended
The fast life he has seen on the screen is addictive
Having money and clothes is all he thinks about
Plus the thought of cigars going in his mouth
The world we live in is such a disgrace!
Some flourish greatly while others die
Do not let your life be a waste!
The poor have plenty of mouths to feed,
But have no money in their pockets.
They have wounds that bleed,
But no way to stop it.
Lalalala I don't know what to do really.
I don't know if to rhyme
I don't know if to squeeze
I don't know....that's something I frequent.
Science is my game
And the more I learn, the less I know.
In the darkness my words sing,
To defenseless souls, I give them wings.
Every war they fight keeps them astray,
Only tears I can wipe away.
With my words of love and inspiration to all,
She was always standing there
As my roommate, my soul-mate
My best friend, and my daughter.
She stood tall with love
With chocolaty smile
And with soft-beaming light.
Poor peasants plod along the paths:
People paid paltry pittances
By piratical plutocrats.
Meanwhile, rich robbers rest
In their rooftop resorts,
Ringed by their revenue.
(poems go here) In the face of adversity
I find myself engulfed in darkness
Unaware of who I'm fighting
But I know I must eliminate them
For they are the ones holding me back from destiny
Maybe it was the black
mold that killed me.
The kind that stares at
you from the bathroom
walls or perhaps
it was the broken sink,
Exposed at the seams,
inviting in bugs that
You're exasperating, Mr. Brisbane!
You wear a pointy hat
and new shoes
and an overcoat
with socks,
but you forget, sir, that you do not wear a
moneyhat or a
moneyshoe or a
moneycoat or
I ask for your assistance
for life has played me a hand of air
I hope I find the courage to carry on
Are you different?
Are you alone?
I know my answer.
Are you a clone?
Life isn't fair,
Just another tragedy.
In which losing
Is the only strategy.
The little girl didn't know it yet
But she was a dancer,
Quite experienced might I add.
She practiced without even trying.
Everyday of every hour.
A dedication ignited not by desire.
With her ballet flats,
Stenches from take-out restaurants and people who should shower more often,
Looking up to the sky only when buildings pointed that way,
Crack heads and crazies and crooks eyes follow me as I pass,
Enter the building,
I remember Africa.
Sun-drenched days,
Sweltering nights of still, equatorial heat,
Blistering suffocation of a land with no air.
Sweat rolls down your neck and back at all times.
He sat on the curb near his house,
A park bench or cardboard box collapsed.
The clothes on his back
Well, there are no clothes only scraps.
The ceramic mug that sits in front,
We turn a cold shoulder to one another
Turn a blind eye to helping each other
Tell you that "we'll pray for you"
And in the same breath say "there's nothing I can do"
Instead of actually helping out
It smells like coal
my mother says
"Reminds me of my childhood,"
she says
Reminds her of family reunions
Ashland, KY
formerly a place of gathering
(It is now a ghost-town
living up to its name)
Look away, Look away,
That I may not see
the hunger, the stricken, the pain;
I would much rather stay
In my world
Having every thing I could
ever want --
But always wanting more.
On hands and knees my wrists move
with the rhythm of my labored breathing,
scrubbing these floors and hoping
that working just hard enough
can wash away the sins of this system
we didn’t ask to be a part of,
The world is mine for the taking
Every day something new
Discovering who I can be
What can I do?
Born into a broken home
Always fighting for the spotlight
Never one for trouble
Living in poverty is war. Life itself is war, but when you mix poverty and life you get turmoil. Living a life in turmoil should be immoral, but who I am to say this ?
I can see him now,
Itchin' in his pass-me-downs;
Roamin' the streets, so discreet,
as not to wear his shoes out.
I have a boat, all my own.
I keep it next to my lake so large, the one we all know:
The lake where the sun is never balanced by the breeze;
the lake where the breeze in never balanced with leaves.
Apart from me, I am a part of you
I am with you, but you were never with me
WE, yes we were never one, you were more than half of me
But I wasn't nearly that close to you
Fear was my pending fate for you
Beast of the drum.
Songs to hum.
Songs to last,
memories that pass.
Sunny skies,
waves passing by.
Blistering heat brings a tear to my eye.
Sorry I cannot stay,
Stray,
Runaway.
Dirty water,
Children dying from drinking contaminated water
Why don’t we do more? Let us help those who cannot help themselves.
A Lady holds her statue up to the air
She educates herself without restrictions
Her parents in place boundaries with each tear
A lady allows her short coming , make her tensions
Life is rough and we all have experienced the bumpy roads
keep your head up and hang in there
you see those bullies? that storm that just crushed your home? the adversities you face everyday?
dont let them get to you
School is out of my budget
But the rich love it
The poor hate it
Because I can't make it
The rich laugh at my struggle
While the poor support my hustle
I live within my means
How many times a day do we trust,
that the plane overhead isn't coming for us?
How many times a day do we hurt,
and believe that the screams aren't meant to be heard?
I made it
Through the tears and heartbreaks
I made it
From those cold days and dark nights
I made it
From the abuse and fear
Those hungry, restless nights
I made it
To get there
Rising each day
the sun gleams bright
Following the path
to a better night
Hunger aches me daily
As I struggle to achieve
Lifes bitter woes pull me
Holding on to my beliefs
I would teach a girl to see the world
In all it's poverty, happiness and glory
How imperfection is beauty and
Being flawless is to be too perfect
Where I come from?
I come from along line of strong women
From picking cotton fields to pulling weeds out their own garden
From loyalty and respect to hatred and discreet
The flower blossoming in the street
As I stop to lift her up
And shed a tear
For the blood of many
Was her only water
A red flower
This work is exhausting
Fifteen hour days on six hours of sleep six days a week, but I’m still going
I’m still showing this city all I’ve got
I’m not done here
Countless demonstrators,
Over two thousand arrests,
Good old civil disobedience and nonviolent protests,
The scream of powerful voices as strong hearts beat in our chests,
We learned to draw
We learned to listen
We learned to hope
Amidst the darkness
We learned to live
We learned to admire
We learned to laugh
Amidst the blackness
Guests arrive at
Half past noon
On the table did
Lay a silver spoon
Back and forth
With all his might
A man of service
Of black and white
At a young age, maybe seven, I had a connection with the main character of a children's cartoon show, Dexter's Laboratory; both he and I enjoyed the thrill of invention.
I walk through the night,
Searching in the cold.
Trying to be their light,
Offering to hold.
I can see their silhouette,
Shivering and scared.
We have not met yet,
No one ever cared.
Slam what you will but I will accomplish my goals.
Ill be more than a statistic, do more than blow trees and smash hoes.
Slam what you will but you have my word ill be something.
A normal day begins in the dark night, with what appears as stars all around.
Do not get me wrong it is not stars, for it is flashlights and workers without a sound.
I am a princess.
Them gaudy crowns an’ fluffy dresses--
they don’t mean nothin’.
My castle is on the corner of Ninth and Elm.
My royal steed passes underground,
carryin’ all types
to all places.
I will make it
Some day some how
Pursue my dream
And never give up
Money is a figure I can't control
But my dream will always be there
And I will never give up
I will make it
The wind blows steady
unseen but heard.
What is this feeling of emptiness I to go to sleep with at night
but soon forget in the morning?
Did I pretend to forget
Just to go on with my days, survive?
You see them sitting there
Cold on the corner
You can't help but stare
But what will they care?
They've lost their dignity
They've lost their pride too
So why would they care
Standing at an intersection
Holding a cardboard sign
Scrawled on with a sharpie
Found lying around
Cars pass
And pass
And pass
This is humiliating
Still they pass
The hot sun beats down,
Heads sweat from the heat boiling above
Bodies ache from the hard everyday labor
Feet run quickly to get from place to place
Cars come with extra zeros
Children wail and hunger for more
Put your money not beneath your door mat
But instead place it in your hat
and let it sit there to burn off its fat
Oh you aren't the first face to look at me like that!
Poverty
Stricken with the bitterness of man's heart
Blackened by the seed growing with fear
What may end may only be the start
Beginning of the end, transforming laugh to tears
You stand before Julian Alden Weir
He taught you to pose
He and his brothers each took their turn
Hunched over canvas in the dim farmhouse
Thin brushes touch upon your features
History the past
When did they invent the cash?
That would stimulate economies
And create a large gap
In between the lines
You cant read like "Between the Lions"
You cant read the fine print
Flashback to the year 1995, the year I was brought into this world.
I grew up believing in love.
Every day we have a struggle,
Where we will be tomorrow is always a worry,
A smiling face and welcoming embrace,
Growing old faster, I never feel that hurry.
Little Beggarman
Walking down the street
No warm drink, no food to eat
His arms sore, his eyes dry out of tears
His legs struggling to keep himself up
No home to find shelter or refuge
This morning I woke up and all I saw was black.
I never knew the world could be so cold and lonely.
But now I watch as:
My mom loses her job and her house.
So I sit here,
In my bed,
Wondering if I am next.
Tattered sandals and baggy jeans
a cardboard sign, three in fact
I look at their smiling faces
how can the homeless be happy?
one of them compliments my eyes
a mumbled thank you and I'm on my way
I envy them
I've learned what an inane life i live.
Nothing I have done is worth anything.
I sit here under this rain hoping it will cleanse away my sorrow but
every drop that hits my face just precedes to prove my folly.
The real Cuba lies past the manicured resort
and censored travel guides. Behind the tourist district,
a heavy stench lingers, decades old; decaying, dripping.
Raised on nothing
no money to call my own
sleeping on the floor
so many nights going to bed hungry
so many nights in a house with no lights
I looked up to the sky
sweat drops
heavy breathing am I
heart stops
I can't believe
coming our way
what I see
TROUBLE
RUN
or do we stand
my legs are weak
leash in hand
Life isn't easy
Nor did they tell me,
That life is a struggle
Many of you may think I have it easy.
In reality...
I'm suffering
I drop to my knees and began to cry
Tears down my face,
Going from day to day
Filling my life with endless play
when will i do something worth while,
Something that will make someone else smile
I am so selfish with my lifelong goals
Where is the city, where the pain is all gone?
There will be no sorrow cries tears saddness poverty or hunger.
The momentary trouble is alot to own, i feel alone even though I'm not God has my back.
As if someone is pushing against me
Every effort made, shot down
backfired with some kind of unknown karma
Its something we all need to figure out
Money out of question, with a family full of struggle
The people surrounding me
tend to set me free
Free from hardships and stress
Appreciation.
The music that fills my ears
every note taking away any tears
putting a smile on my face
Appreciation.
I live in a hood where dreams are unreal
People are idolize for drug deals and kills
I refuse to fall victim to Cleveland's curse
I rather fall victim to the jail system first
It is midnight. At this moment, a man with a syringe up his arm puts his head back in pure lament. He wishes to escape reality At this instant, a woman stands on a corner batting her eyes at cars with cheap paint.
We believe we are free
But we are actually locked in
Windows show us the outside world
to make us feel like we are there
We are really trapped
This is their house, these are their souls.
The Horton neighborhood, a series of black holes.
There are no children here.
Rough times, little income,
Take a look around, father is a leeching bum.
Suppressed filling of anger, stirred with every word.
Tension builds, as the mind registers one thing; GO.
Hands rise, thundering, BOOM, BOOM following one another as though a synchronized explosion.
Creeping through the silent streets
Hood pulled far over his face
Relishing in tonight’s take
He has fresh, warm blood on his hands
He isn’t shaking, completely composed
I am that little girl living in that little hole.
Insides oozing out of me, insects creeping into my soul.
Moans and cries nightly and daily, accepting my punishment, vulnerable…..gravely.
Someone asked me recently
What would be Mlk's dream if he lived today?
I thought for days on what his message would be
I laughed at comedy on Boondocks about what he would say
who are we to judge? why must we all be the same?
i am making the claim that we are all different!
live and let live
stop judging and start giving
give your time.
give an ear.
One.
Two.
Not minutes.
I refuse to drive through.
Maybe I’m one of a few.
I’ll start with time.
I could not go.
But I won’t drive by that city.
Even if its two hours.
Just a quick hello.
Somedays I wake up and wonder will today be the day that god takes my light away.?
or is it the day of a girl, a African American girl, a girl with bad teeth, a girl with bad hair and clothes.?
Or the day
Eyes locked in concentration
Taking every scent and sound
Merging with the ground
Silent and deadly as the night
Moving with swiftness and grace
Anticipation of a wild chase
Heart beating the jungle rhythm
People Strugglin,
Minimum Wage,
Taxes due,
Bills not paid,
Tryna get the money for they kids to live a better way,
Bill Collectors call ya phone almost every other day,
What can you say?,
They all think that i be spazzin.. i just see shit for what it really is.. this aint my life i was just dragged in.. Love aint enough when you askin..
A president, an astronaut, that's what I had envisioned
An actor surviving a 28 car collision
A thread of untruth entwined into a white robe
Strobe lights imitating a holy glow
I never want to see or feel what it is to be homeless
Thank God everyday to know I'm blessed.
The U.S., most don't care about the poor people but don't forget they are "U.S."
We all know it
The smell
The feel
How it makes the world go round
The different forms:
Paper
Plastic
Coin
It defines us:
Wealthy
Poor
Educated
Laborer
Being broke a having you wishing money grew on trees
And keys to Mercedes would appear from no where like a stray dog wit rabies
And see I'm scared to love a lady
Children,
Quiet nights, chubby toes, imaginary friends in class.
Water balloons, ice cream trucks, green blades of grass.
Children,
Mistakes made, processing death, moving away with dad.
You Have to Run for it
if you adore it
it may be yourself
someone you felt
unlimited funds
something sweet as cake and honeybuns
run for it
before you get caught
by the chase of anothers needs
He sits under the stars late at night
Up against a brick wall
Breathing slowly
Waiting for the feeling of the liquor from the bottle to hit his lips and travel to his brain
Till he no longer feels cold
I am from dirty dishes,
from tide and downy.
I am from barbies with
clothes I made on my own
I am from cuts and scrapes,
jumping in the pile of rusted fall leaves
I am from a housewife grandmother
Sitting on the windowsill, she could see the massive
House, with its azul swimming pool.
Cool. These lawyers and bankers and doctors
With their trophy wives taking dives,
Into the drink. It made her think
The sound of bitterness falling down the wet road,
The cracks and rips make it hard to walk;
never to run,
We speed up but splashes fall on us, like a heavy burden.
No one can help; no one can see
No choice in the matter
Unfortunately birthed into it
Those who proceeded
Choose to waste away with their gift
Now the present is here
Forgiveness is needed not blame
Based on what's heard
It been here since the beginning,
this isn't a sickness there's no cure
I have nothing but myself,
leading a desolate life full of despair.
Tears, more like rivers
There are no winners
its not a contest.
He asks for drink he asks for bread,
Some give love some turn their backs instead,
"Alcoholic" words of stone thrown towards his head,
"Those free from blame cast the first stone" a man once said,
the hand me down shoes never fit me in the first place
ashamed of where im from so i lie about my birth place
welcome to the ghetto cant you hear the sounds
gun shots, water dripping from the roof into pots,
Living in the forlorn world of slavery, being
discriminated against by some of the white
race- due to my colored face.
Hold me down. Hold me down. Hold me down like a tidal wave swallows anything and everything in its way. Deprive me of material happiness, but leave me with enough hope that God’s blessings are on their way.
Rain
Oh, temporal rain, why must your cloud our days and future so far from near
is it hatred this unending vicissitude of yours I fear
First you start, and then you stop
plip plop plip plop
most of us have experinced proverty. or you may be at that point in life where you feel that you are "poor".
Do not judge me for what you see.
My ice cold expressions are my inner voice aloud.
My black hair was never meant to be.
This facade of mine is all I know now.
I've already lost the soul in me.
My Fellow people,
We Stand together
Even through the tough whether!
We get knocked down
but come back fighting like bound hounds.
Nergos we are called
like domino's,together we all fall.
My flesh is moving, my heart is racing, and spirit shifting. Thousands of emotions conflicting, at war, roaring, weak, and sobbing. I looked to the "blue & white" and "let the rivers flow" . Lost sight of faith and reliance in God.
Around goes the World
It goes upon wheels
Death is a thing
that every man feels
If life were a thing that money could buy
the rich would live and the poor would die
But thanks be to God
I'm a believer in miracles. I'm filled with boundless hope.
I am no Englishman
But I conduct constitutional statements beyond imagination and time
I am no senator
But within my own moral enforce laws only accessible to wildest dreams
I passed out millions
You're there. Sitting. Breathing. Breathing in all of the fibers of the world. Your world. But where am I?
I am but an enigma that you dreamt up.
She's just like me, and that’s why I love her.
Old, weathered and worn,
Put through the paces twice over,
and she just doesn’t quite. She doesnt know how to.
Shes a diamond with cracks, she wont break easily.
here i am, little ol' me, underneath Your galaxy.
there You are, up above, smiling down on me with love.
Lord i love you, by and by. You are my love, my firefly.
i wish to feel you, next to me. holding hands, silently.
The things people do for money
sometimes just cant be said
whether its applying for a scholarship
Or ensuring someone doesn't make it to bed
Its sad to see, the way people envy each other when it comes to dough
Materials have no matter,
hearts are too big to hold.
When there's nothing left to smile for,
their smiles seem so bold.
When I feel like giving up,
when my world seems to fall.
When you look at COMMUNITIES
You see numerous people
Flocking together
Like Birds in the winter
When you look at SOCIETY
There is brokenness and Deformity
Compelled conformity
And misdemeanor truth
To Be
To Be me
To Be black
To Be a woman
To Be raised by a single parent
To Be looked at as if im diffrent
To Be alone to be faded in to a dark zone
To Be inspired
Inspired by the violence around me,
Intrigued by the fatigue that is suffocating every breath,
To speak out for the silence, loudly,
To try harder and work more for my community until my very death,
The sun beaming down on us,tanned skins roaming andaccent heavy tongues licking piragua.Everyone is gathered;the children running with bare feet through the crescent fall of summer relief spritzing from the hydrant.
