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  Still tears in our eyes for our Brave Haiti Still tears in our eyes for our incredible Country
Be not afraidTo fight the right fightsThe hate, the hatredTo regain your rightsTo end bigotry, racismFascism and nepotism.
♡ Bon appétit to all my fellow Haitians and friends,Who will be drinking, sipping, savoring soup joumou,Which is made of squash, neck bones, macaroni, oxtails,Carrots, yams, celery, parsley, and countless vegetables.
  Bon appetit a tout Ayisyen zanmim yo,Moun ki pral bwè, manje, deguste bon soup joumou,Ke nou fè ak joumou, kou koden, makawoni, ke bef,Kawòt, yanm, seleri, pèsi, ak lot bon legim.
You know when it finally hits you and you get tired of your own bullshit, And it becomes too much and all you can think about is how bad you want to quit?
The third and last poem in my final project assigned under the ELA 12 poetry unit. Dated 10/22/2019  
I can't tell if the voices in my head or the voices in my ears are the ones that are bringing me down, I am someone who is always positive, and these voices that won't stop are the ones that are turning this around.
On the auspicious occasion of August 15th(tomorrow), I would like to wish you all in advance- 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆!!
Isn't it so funny how we all sit there and create these different scenarios in our heads,  But most of the time they are negative ones, and they are things that we dread.
Sometimes it is hard to wake up and realize that there is no one there and you are all alone, You're surrounded by family, but they make you feel unloved, so that is nowhere near being called a home.
Hast I lost my eyes, trapped in ceaseless times Where bleak clouds soar the skies and block my mind? From these clouds does rain fall; acidic crimes
Lately I have realized something about myself that I never have before, And I wish it hadn't taken me long to realize that when one closes, there is always another door.
Why is it so hard to get better when that is what you really want to do? Some days it is easy, and other days it is so hard that the thought of being in control is something that you can't do.
Thank You For not being there When I needed you the most I hope you’re aware That you’re a horrible host How would I learn To be a man without my father The one who shapes his son
The space between us used to be nonexistent. I never knew where you began and I ended Our passion persistent, Persistent like the pain you caused, unintended. “Even still, I love you”  
The freedom we seek isn't always from a foreign rule Get freedom from being slave to your doubts Get freedom from fear of uncertainties of your life Get freedom from fear of falling from cliff of your ambitions
I suddenly have difficulty breathing as my throat begins to close, Everyone around me is looking at me, but no one here fully knows. That being in an unconventional environment is a trigger for me, 
As far as I can remember family gatherings have consisted of speech regarding illegal aliens and the economy. I can not remember a time when my family was not concerned with such things.
Growing.  Most may say that it relates to one's height, but it's much more than what you can physically see with your sight.  Growing. It leads to more maturity.
Growing up always seems lightyears away No kid ever realizes that in reality, it is right around the corner and here to stay Acquiring independence tastes bittersweet As the changes a child faces are quite a feat
Limbs numb, Hearing lost, Tears dried, Anger Concentrated, Frustration built-up, Spirit broken.  
I’m not a child no more Expanding out from my roots viewing my horizons But soon far away and the connection is vague
No is a word meant for me. No, it doesn’t bother me No, don’t speak up No, you cause too many issues No, who are you to tell people what is okay?  
At a local grocery store they offer free cookies to kids. The peeling sign plastered on the glass pastry case reads “Hey Kids! Have a FREE cookie!”
Off you go, daughter To a land of your own For you and yours To glow, and grow   I love you, and I love you too
Feet perched on top of a practical duffell, those few inches of distance Between my feet and the carpet allow space for impractical wishes. Wishes that I weren’t here, waiting.
Growing up Sounds fun right? No rules or regulations Just being able to do what comes in sight   Little did I know, it's not all fun and games I'm not longer a child I'm getting older now 
Home   My mother is yelling about how she hates her life. I can practically see her exasperated expression as she slams pots and pans.
I’m so..sad All my life I’ve never been satisfied With me Abuse and control seizing my quiet soul I couldn’t let go   Rest ripped from me  I fought fathers for a lifetime
People are like birds, except for one thing. We both have young, watch them grow, and when happy, we sing. When asked why, we don’t know.  
I sit idly inside my mind before the Train arrives. I wander between my ears, behind my eyes - wondering where I'm going.   I am lost in outer space. Yet I maintain these chains;
Oh weary traveler, Who are you to hate the summer? You, who burns in the winter Who knows no cozy cabin to call home   You jump from place to place
a scratchy throat and raging heart that wants to scream but chokes out "no" instead
here is what i know: you loved meand i you.i wrote about youas if you hung the moon in the if you created a world of color a world of beauty.a world for us. 
I whistle a tune  unbeknownst to all subjugating aerodynamics take flight in the V, they quack no? I chose the letter G   I hum a melody that pricks the ears of Grays shall they
Feed the rats, enough to survive, Yes, just enough to keep them alive. Convince them lies posing as truth, So Gods we appear before their eyes. Do not teach them to find their food,
. At my sight, the train approaches. Marching like a million force. Sights gazed at me for they whisper about my beliefs in them. . Judges with cloaks, Blemish soaked in their passing,
He made me follow his commands And obligated me to become a housewife I didn't have this life in mind, these were not my plans He stopped me from achieving my goals. he didn't let me strife   
My eyes move across the page, Soaking in each colorful word. Carefully crafted living poetry Enters my mind in a torrent.  
for so long you've been sinking belly full of stones i press my lips to yours with the notion that breathing outward might send you upward  but somehow accidentally i breathe in
Dear Baby girl,
Dear Stereotypes,  Black bear looks in the mirror, what do we see? Black bear, black bear scary as can be. I look in the mirror what do they see?
I’d let my beauty melt away If only I could convey That no matter what I do I still need you.  
Dear Me,   Listen to, the click click click of power walking up those steps. From her red high heels to her skinny jeans, she ain’t one to cower.
A state of allowing. I like the idea of being pleased in all the ways that excite my senses. Vibrant colors and beauty all around brings joy to my eyes and awe to my atmosphere.
My Mother, is someone who... Wouldn't be the person you would run to. ...Most of the time. But my Father is. My Mother, is someone who likes to tell you you're perfect the way you are, Abnormalities and all,
Because I love you, I will forgive what you did with her. Because you love me, you didn’t mean it. Mistakes are made. Because I love you, I will apologize.
Because I love you, I know you want someone else.And I want you to find them--you'll be happier then.I was an outline and instead of being my lover,Instead of being my color, you gave me the pen.    
“Carpe Diem” is a phrase that I am introducing to you in the hope that you will remember what it means and why it matters.   I brought you into this world. I gave you a home, food, and guidance.
In a relationship, you can lose yourself.   Society says: You “complete” each other. You’re “inseparable”. Two halves of a whole.
Once upon a time… There was this lovely lady who wanted nothing more than to be free from her wicked step-mother and sisters After a few months of putting up with the abuse she left, disappeared to never return
Ya nigga played you but you blamin' bitches, throwin the blame because you know he was wit us fuckin' other females but sayin he love you, the reason you take him back because he admit that he does it
I'm a big girl now I can't accept everyone's opinion I'm a big girl now I can't suppress my own I'm big And strong
One day, I will be great. I will be a great student. I will be a great worker. I will be a great person. I will be a great friend. I will be a great sister. I will be a great daughter.
Once upon a time, All the stories and nursery rhymes floated through the air, filling the room with magic and hope. Back when we were innocent, and didn't know  that that isn't how the world works.
America the Great, or so she used to be... We the people traded in our life and liberty. We're slaves to media now  surrounded by what other people think, struggling for independence like a spider in a sink.
  Shallow glimpses,An idyllic panorama.Fields of Elysium, here on earth -As far as the eye can strain.As wide as the voice can throw.   
These legs they run without a crutch These hands they write without lines These eyes they take in without lenses This body it dances without music This person it lives without reliance  
because i enjoy Freedom that i myself can Earn, each and Every day i Look for something new. I search to find ideas and thoughts and Novel plans
  I am a wildflower. My seed was planted in the depths of tainted soil, left to prosper among a hollow meadow. As I germinate, the essence of gloom familiarizes itself, striving to stunt my growth.
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone. True. Those are the lyrics to a song, but let’s be real here for a moment. You know you need me, just flat out admit it.
I'm falling hard, but it's my time to go.  Be who I'm destined to be they say, but what do they really know.   Senior Year.    I've had enough of this crap, I'm done. 
It's inevitable. We all shout, cry, scream, and drown in our dark thoughts But it's how we decide to fight those moments that makes us unique, Me- I go back in time.
6 torn cardboard walls hold distant memories- hah, more like serrated puzzle pieces with razor sharp edges, stabbing one another yet fitting perfectly - yet willingly accepting the nerve wrenching pain and sudden discoloration of their o
Abroad I battle challenges with hope Despite the nightly toil and days alone, The songs of poetry to soothe my soul The world of words to make me whole once more. Left I the motherland four years ago
In the words of my favorite wrestler ACH,"They say you can be anything;they don't tell you to be yourself"With poetry, I can accomplish both"Ash, get lost in your thoughts!"Writing words is a reliefMy pen taught me how to speakPeople think it is c
In the words of my favorite wrestler ACH, "They say you can be anything; they don't tell you to be yourself" With poetry, I can accomplish both "Ash, get lost in your thoughts!" Writing words is a relief
When I see you burning Tears fill my eyes Crying children and mothers Make my heart bleed Blood covered bodies of youth Burn my soul Valiant guerrillas fighting to liberate you Keep my spirit high
I prayed to God for some guidance But he never got back to me. I asked Satan for some help But I couldn't afford his fee.   I visited a synagogue, as well as a mosque I tried to call up the Pope.
She doesn’t fit the mold everyone has created for her Yet she stuff herself into it everyday No matter how hard she try to fit tough She’s always cramped
She pens her whispers into hushed handwriting. shouts her fears, thoughts, angers into the cold clean air.   slinks through every inhalation that passes,
nothing changes simply due to the lack of other things   be it just me alone on an island or in an office cubicle or in my mind or rather a multitude of others
If you had asked me a couple months ago the question “What is the one thing or one person you could not live without,” I would have answered, without hesitation or doubt in my mind.   I would have told you it was him.
You've held my my hand whilst thus far, Barricading my innocence from the outside world, Preventing me from the "exploding" star, Casting me onto stage and act out a somber cry and curled,  Those cries were real as one's heal, My freedom shout cou
I don't need a prince charming I don't need a knight in shining armor I don't need someone to come save me Because they're not always there to save you Sometimes they're there to kill you
What I don't need? I don't need someone telling me what to do No more do this, no more do that What I need, want, demand is something so simple Easily taken for granted.  Independence.   
every time you deny us our thoughts and our rights there is another voice added to the song of our fight you may diminish our forces but you will not succeed because we are the pens that
All I really need is me.   Just me. I am not conceited. I am whole.   If you were to remove me from society
There she stands On a precipice—the steepest in her mind, Overlooking wrong and right; What is true, what is false; What can help, what can hurt
I, a nonconformist with melanin, that's a death wish! Well give me liberty or give me death push me out the nest and wish me the best!
If I tread this road alone,
Happiness is key And to those who don’t understand that, I am the giving tree Advice is an understatement
She was always different Not in the way of the kid in class whose only friend was imaginary And not in the way of the most popular girl, with a posse catering to her every whim
I started to belive at the age of fifteen ,
The next time I love a man, I'm going to love him slowly. This time 
I have been brokenI have been lostI have been hopelessI have been in need of compassionI have been in loveI was hurtI was dead insideI had no hopeI am independent
I am not property,
I Am a Caged Bird Enclosed In Bars of Education Judged by Social Standards I Am Being Watched By The Eyes of Vultures I Speak of Flying But They Cover the Walls I Am Fighting
On a winding path I wander Ahead of me I see a mixture of light and dark Because born of sadness, joy is Branches whack me in the face Roots shooting from the ground try to trip me My sack weighs as much as I,
What does it mean  To love yourself first?   Well, loving yourself means
All that glitters is not gold, So how dare you be so bold, To say that the best things in life are free? Well, no one is free from impunity. You only have the freedom of speech,
I am in love No, not with a boy That could never be enough for me I am in love with humans With the taste of rain And acts of kindness So if you want my heart It's taken
Oh, I've got no problem eating alone. Make no mistake-- I can eat what I want when I want it. I can think how I look like I go where I want. I can see whom I please, Say what I mean,
I don't know why I like the things I do,I especially don't know why you disapprove. The moment I smile and claim my happiness,
Who am I but a figment of my own imagination? A lie. An idea I’ve used to claim the land of four nations. Who am I?
I AM   Like being surrounded by mirrors on all sides                                      I can bask in the site of myself from all directions                     
You said you didn't like lipstick I didn't wear any But I bit my lip Until it was flushed deep red with blood And tasted better Than your satin skin ever did  
My poetry is in the New Old Age   My words are that of the Victorian gents and beyond Whom I must thank For thine insperation   But my verses My meter My punctuation
One stepand I felldown,down,into the dark.You promisd youwould save me,keep me afloat.But I remember thoselies well,as the tears floodeverything I know.
You live for the applause, You live for the gratitute,
Sleeping Beauty
I am FLAWLESS When I fall, I am going to rise I am challenged with many obstacles And yet I am still just fine   I refuse to fall under a stereotype   Because I am a woman  
If you try to ruin my day, I will make your evern worst, And I will smile in my happy day, I won't care about what you have done to me.   If you want to talk about me, Behind my back you can do it.
She walks above the surface Sometimes feels like she's floating But it's only a dark cloud She fights to not feel hopeless Her limit is not the sky She stands to not feel useless
What beauty and sights, hardly;
You were my favorite thing Hearing your sleepy voice at 4 am As you struggled to stay up with me   Listening to your attempts at singing lullabies That would lure me to sleep  
Had I been born a pear, I would’ve lived a rotting life.
Ask for the truth, I'll give you a lie You'll never know that I want to cry. The words you said, they hurt like hell. You victimize yourself, but know that you're well. You've cut me deeply, much deeper than deep
We all know life is complicated, But I'm so out of place. My mind continues to wander In completely unorthodox ways. I'm tired of living "normal" And following everyone else's traditions,
Mother listen Father listen Listen to me Listen please Please it’s all I want Please it’s all I need I need to make my own choices I need you to let me do it It will help me grow
Pink blankets and balloons, congratulations it’s a girl. Everywhere frills and lace laying beautifully and delicately. Barbies, dolls, little homemade kitchens. Clean, bake, smile.
The mystery in a hackneyed ballad
No(one) person K(now)s her Runn(flee)ing free Can('t) see Open(close)ness ahead Every(no)where she treads Into bright(dark)ness lead Break(lock)ing chains No(some) more lies feigned
A monkey is in a tree by the ocean by the sea In a tree all on its own Free to roam And inhale the ocean breeze
Powerful words, brokenhearted prayers. Realistic hopes lost in a sea of deep dreams. Everlasting adoration mixed with eternal anguish. Colorful curses shared in times of trial.
Wait for him? More like, waste away for him. Spend your days on him, just…   waiting for what? The moment when his nonexistent conscious will speak up And remind him…  
Let's say I've learned my lessonOver and over again.I swore that you would change... ...yeah, right...
In our world today
This one’s for me Listen well until I’m done Make sure you reread, until the problem’s gone You see, I don’t seem to understand ‘Cause up till now, never tried to take a stand
Be anything Just not one of them  
a defence mechanism has its cons and pros, sometimes the cons outweigh the pros.Because you can hide behind that ego and all of that pride until you realise from all the despair and pain people around you have caused , that everyone needs someone
From country to country   When I was two years I left my country I left to Asia to a better country After seven years there we became angry
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,
They kmow not of why they give.
That whisper. That whisper. Distress. Suppress. That murmur. That murmur. Mortify. Fortify. That cry. That cry. Duress. Redress.
You’d be as shocked as I was If I were to tell you that you
I should resent you for the drunk words you spit at me, during many of my slumbers. I should hate you for making me raise mself, because that's hardly the way it should be.
watch me walk away you can run your fingers through the space i once filled but you will never know the skin within its pulsations follow only me and vanish as i do much like the stars i need to move
A warm tou
Three years ago, I simply sat in my room And stared at the ceiling Waiting for him to come   Three years ago, I simply went to school
I'm envious towards the movies,  That's my only crime. Most take Marley, Coconut with the lime.   I'm Selective to necessity, Absorbent of the time. Transpose and Metamorphose,
See the dandelion snow?
Once upon a time, I lost myself. I lost the sun. I lost the colors, the world, my smile. I lost the moon. I lost the stars, the light, my laughter. I lost the sky. I lost the clouds, the blue, my being. I lost my breath.
 It was all I needed to see  the bridge to reach my dream  standing tall, reassuring me  to my future, my grand scheme    It used to only be a view  a sight from the city I love
We walk the halls in single file lines. Our desks are arranged in straight, narrow rows. Classrooms have the appearance and resemblance of prison cells. Our uniforms take away our individuality. 
As I sit in class and think, endless words stare back at me The black ink bleeds information that I read reluctantly Todays lesson doesnt interest me and Im tired of it There is knowledge being taught but I dont aquire it
I am a mover, a shaker, a music maker I am a dreamer of dreams Dreams big enough to swallow me whole With hope, and fear, and longing; Dreams that make friends quirk their head
I understand that you are supposed to help my learn but that can't happen with you breathing down my neck all the time I get that you are supposed to help me but I know what I am doing
Tell me again that you know how I feel. 
Respect (Dedicated to all rape victims)   He was there standing before me In my hand was an apple and cup of tea
Traveling around the world is extravagant and fun,  meeting new people and recognizing cultures. You go to Mexico and eat a caramel bun, Cross the sahara desert in Egypt and see vultures.
It began when a little girl raided through her mother’s old clothing on a rainy, summer afternoon. Boxes and bins began to empty as she set aside only the best and most hopeful of the pieces.
On the very brink of reality, Hanging on the edge of safety, Tweet, tweet, tweeting up, up high, The in and out breaths, the deep sigh, To jump or hop back to the nest?
Lost inside a world that really doesn't exist. Nothing more than fake history that we all seem to understand. Though we don't understand it and we don't want to accept it. But we do.
Summer evenings in years before with all of the doors in the house wide open, The sprinkler makes its rounds around the yard with a rhythm unbroken: Ch-ch-ch chanting a summer’s song.  
In early morning, late at night,  In the car On the road Reading papers, lighting matches It hits like cold air to the back of 
As the wind blows harder and harder the stem begins to break. Just seconds away from giving out.
“Who Am I?!” You Ask. I’ll tell you who I am! I am Silvia She who cannot be tamed                 Portraying mischievous deeds                 Doing good when no one sees
A little bird pokes his way into the world From the nest that he calls his home Surrounded by a chorus of chirps Reminding him that he wasn’t alone   His mother returns from a long morning
Do not tend to me,  For I am untouchable, I am the Wind,  the Fire,  the Earth. You are Water,  your ebb and flow always pushing me  to you and from you, but for no longer.
There she sat, trying to find her way. To the left, sky blue To the right, dark gray.   Turn and move in the direction you face. These are the rules Choose, with great haste.  
Take me back to a place worth seeing, these bleeding rafters that hold mud ceilings, we cry out to hear an echoes embrace, for dreams laying hollow among this place, Bells ring among powder's stench,
To be a woman now Is to be a woman with impressive prospects Not more than half a century ago We were trapped Ensnared by the prejudice And belief that we were for some reason less capable, inept. Weak.
Don't you realize what this means? a strand of hair on the head of the globe a black pixel on a static screen that's all you are and all you mean   But that was a feature in yesterday's paper
Manipulative, Greedy, Selfish, King. In a world so claimed to be run by democracy, it sure feels like a monarchy. Like a pharaoh atop his throne in great heights,
Tonight is the night. There is no stopping. After this, it’s all over, and then what are you going to do? You’ll have that paper in your hand, You’ll be done, and where will you go? “No clue” – she says.
i simply wish to speak without a curse holding me back i dream of letting words come out from the inside out without a trail of tears following falling from my eyes as if they were the skies
My name is Syed. It means leader in Arabic. I was named after the many respected Muslim leaders before me. Yesterday my name was reserved. Tomorrow my name will be outgoing. In my dream my name was optimism.
I am a dream. I wonder what “to exist” entails. I hear it’s wonderful “to exist” and I want to exist, to BE, but still I am worse than dead – INERT!
I am a woman Not the woman on the front page of a magazine, But a woman with thick thighs, and a large bust. A woman of words, and a woman of thought. I am a woman of dilligance and of pride.
Born with the XX chromosome, (Why?!) A little girl, Growing up in a world, Too big for her to understand. A dad, That got the hardest job: To protect his daughter, From the countless dangers,
A dream? Is that what this is to you? Because I thought it was a fairytale. The only difference is That there isn’t gonna be A happy ending That leaves butterflies In your daughter’s stomach
Give that I will Give that I must They let me walk They let me run But I'm forced to crawl while they have fun They take my keep They make me weak They give demands I don't comprehend
Part I Don’t. Don’t for one second think it’s okay. That it didn’t hurt, didn’t destroy me from the inside out.
Catch the moon Race the sun It’s all that should be done With life so short In a future unwritten With nothing defined All is a question Memories may fade Reality may fall
You said you’d let me be anything I wanted to be… But I never could believe you When you couldn’t let me be me. “Don’t let them play soccer or football until they’re in college!”
I have always heard the world whisper your biggest flaw is my conscience Because in words I convince you a universe of me.
This feeling of hopelessness has yet to elude me. It has been here for too many sleepless nights and groggy days. I loath those around me who embrace one another's hearts as if to never let go.
How many times a broken heart Have to break before it stops to start? How long when tears are cried and fears Assigned will they continue to grind our minds We hold to fear 'cause it makes sense
Once upon a midnight dream I conjured up a magic scheme. Some wings to help me leave this place Where my troubles I could erase. These wings would take me far away Where I would make my long stay.
Sitting here waiting buzzzz You text me, “Be right down” “Be right down” turns into Searching for a song on the radio -night radio ….waiting buzzzz
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