Streets
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my guts are knotted uptwisted
i've been overthinking
my old nature of sin seeking
left my heart unwhole
and leaky
nerves got the best of me
anxiety
keeps my chest sinking
Moved by oppression, culture call it cult
seen sin the streets a night outrageous
fights, pain and thoughts of pain satisfies
the heart an addiction or habit just takes
It all away a state in mind out of space
It takes a minute for the Sun to move
From North to South, and
Back up again to marvel in his splendor
Of the motion, she grew tired
Low bronze and crisp lavender fork through her eyes
Nestled in between
Crushed dreams and garbage piles
Is a place
Full of towering hope
As far as the eye can see
And the claustrophobic rain of opinions that make up a city.
Walking down the street,
Not a worry in mind.
People around every corner
And every door.
What are my thoughts?
I can't think.
What are my intentions?
I just want to go to the store.
A unique coral reef called The Streets.
Rapid shuffling of feet and millions of heart beats.
unusual things can be seen similar to
objects found within Grand Theft Auto cheats.
~Spruce Street~
Loud and noisy
Neighbors talk and arguing
A playground two blocks down the street
The scorching fire of the summer heat
Dismannered teens
Runs on people property
Double 0 tisa,
Ngalimi Nawakilisha,
Nipe dry au Mixer
sijui kuhusu shisha,
Its the puff puff pass
dizain ya dandoo
Kule Uk double O-Mau Mau
Kwa hizi style ninazo flow
labda watoe Draw,
Double 0 tisa,
Ngalimi Nawakilisha,
Nipe dry au Mixer
sijui kuhusu shisha,
Its the puff puff pass
dizain ya dandoo
Kule Uk double O-Mau Mau
Kwa hizi style ninazo flow
labda watoe Draw,
Take, take, take,
All you do is take
Give, give, give,
You struggle to give
Feed your children
Feed your people
Allow your kind to thrive
To reach the sky
Allow them to shine bright
Twisted lies and teary eyes
These news titles on the rise
Wrong perspectives, strong objectives
Activists are the real detectives
Police brutality? Our reality?
Families surviving on calamity
All across the nation people are searching for retaliation.
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.
Government officials have fallen into the chains of guilty corruption,
Our endowed right is no longer the Pursuit of Happiness.
This backfires on our economic production,
We the citizens have no wall of security.
Silver ribbon Assiniboinea sash for a city--a ceinture fléchéetied into the Red just off Highway 1 You leak into the topsoil in the place you call home and come back up a street map
I am a sparkling pavement square
under the street lights
I am a street musician packing up
dancing down to the sounds of the subway
I am an echo of 2am sirens
on Market St.
There’s Suffering and crying, and a lot of people are still dying
World leaders getting richer while their peoples bodies are piling
Up to a mountainous top, corpses spewing like the steam from a boiling pot, of Genocide
My hood? Let me tell you how it goes down in my hood
The cops punish the benign crimes but are not around for the ones they should
Much like a leprechaun, dressed and posed as doing all good
Sweaty palms, the itchy insides of the smoky marsh pits,
discolored cloudy eyes with battered Fort Knox thighs,
I hit you,
You hit me harder.
Down in the gutter,
No room to barter.
A pack of smokes,
That's fifteen years,
Fifteen years less
That I don't have to
See your face or
Oreo
To think a childhood could reincarnate itself in mockery
Oreo
that's what they call me
Oreo
because I'm too black to be white, but not black enough to BE black
Oreo
Youth.
Innocent, playful, potential victim.
Seeing the real world first hand, scared.
Stuck Between The Transition Between Hard Times And Sucess,
It's Oh So Hard To Not Stress,
My Soul Intact, But My Mind, In Mesh
Good And Foul Intentions Sowen Into A Soild/ Flimsy Net
Too young
These two simple words always thrown in my ear.
Too young to know life.
Too young to feel fear.
You see me on the outside,
never seen me within.
You tell me i'm young,
What a busy atmosphere
Rushing, rustling, raging streets
Crazy, crowded, chaotic people
Always seeing each other
Never knowing one another
She would walk past him on the way to work
A night in the park
A house, a house
Intimidation
Trepidation
My child, my child
Innocent victim
Silent victim
Dry tears
Hopelessness looms
Eyes closed
Eyes open
Bliss
Only one answer.
Why so much killing, from north to south, from east to west?
Why so much pain that no one should endure?
Why so much sadness, we cry ourselves to sleep?
Their here, their there, their everywhere
You may not see them, but their everywhere
They need your help, though many turn their heads
If I could I would help every single person
(poems go here) They did the work we didn’t want to do
We could not be in the same room
It was illegal for them to have a say
If they even tried it was almost like they were thrown away
This went on for 400 years
Shuffled by,
Tossed and tied up without a bat of an eye
Thrusted into a life that was unseen
Depicted less of our mean
Voice unheard, some sort of strangled silence
Shuffled by,
Tossed and tied up without a bat of an eye
Thrusted into a life that was unseen
Depicted less of our mean
Voice unheard, some sort of strangled silence
Need somewhere to go
Don't have anyone around
Praying someone's searching
Hoping you'll be found
I see what your scared of,
that thing inside that you want, the burning fire,
te desire for change,
you thought you could do it alone but your just one,
thats what the doubters say,
The riders are teachers,
The marchers are leaders,
The man they all look too,
Is a Baptist preacher.
She sat in a chair,
Not willing to share,
To stand for her rights,
Without being compared.
Some say ignorance is bliss, but I dare to disagree;
I say ignorance is what the eyes are afraid to see.
On the outside you may think these people are friends through whatever;
I've seen my people enslaved by these monsters
I haven't seen them escape very far
Still trapped by their masters, or the ones that claim they are
And they've been hypnotized by those damn cars
Why won’t it change color?
I try so hard
To scrub off the darkness
That will never go away
It brings so much trouble and shame
They stare at “it”
Define me through “it”
But I am more than that
Silence sweeps over the cotton fields of present day Georgia
As gentle winds tickle the cypress and the pine.
Streams ebb contently in their beds.
Who would have thought in such a beautiful place,
I had a dream, he had a gun.
I asked if I could sit, they asked if I could run.
Without justice there is no peace, they say “I have justice so is there peace?”
In today's world, we hear about the civil rights movements in history class.
We think, "that was so long ago, does it even matter now?"
Most teens only think about our country now, not it's past.
This is a Rise^
For All of Those who have Died
in order to keep the Living Hope Alive
This a Rise^
For All of those who wear a disguise
There's no need to hide
Oreos. Zebras.
There are jokes about both
That are funny to even the most welcoming of people.
When two races mix,
Two races so different as black and white, literally,
Judgment is passed,
Deep in these streets
Where it's easy to lose
One's self without warning
Where all hell ensues
Where death is dealt
Day to day
From one hand to the other
In a sneaky way
Where moms run amok
