Violence
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MATT GAETZ is a PEDO
Fake media lies
But let's take a look
See what they surmise
He sure looks the part
Blue devilish eyes
His pearly white teeth
His hisses and sighs
‘Come.
’That is all the boy would say.
To get the foreigner's attention.
How awful it was.
That he knew no other word of communication.
Look at the world that we live in-
is society proud of our deeds?
Children are carrying weapons,
not contemplating hate bleeds.
You can hear them in the nurseries addicted before they breathe.
You can rock them, gently rock them, but still the babies grieve.
You can watch them on a playground fighting foes that don’t exist,
The word “striking” has multiple meanings, both beautiful and violent.
I might tell you your beauty is striking; although subjective, I seem to think you’re favorable.
The word “striking” has multiple meanings, both beautiful and violent.
I might tell you your beauty is striking; although subjective, I seem to think you’re favorable.
Societies that value women and men are safer and healthier
Before that "What is gender equality?"
Gender equality is achieved when all genders enjoy the same
rights and opportunities accross sector of society
I never thought
I'd understand, fully
The pain that accompanies the memory
The stab in the back as my thoughts force me to recall
All of the things they've said to me
Sometimes, we have to be brave to say hello, To a neighbor or a stranger who won't respond.At times, we have to wave at the ducks in the pond, Without being sprayed with spittle or water of coco. Sometimes, we bow our head to greet a teacher, A pr
Hate is vileHate doesn't smileHate is rough and toughAnd sips bad stuff.
Hate hitsHate spitsFire, fireIn the dire drier.
A little more older,
Wiser,
Than before,
Stupidly.
Not so keen to cause trouble,
Pain is real,
Muscles hurt,
Fundamentally.
Out with the lads,
Whispers surround me
The looks
The stares
The laughs
It follows me
Wont let go
Good, bad
Who knows
Not me
Nas prateleiras dos supermercados
Durante o dia inteiro está
Durante o ano inteiro a vida inteira está
O acelerado progresso da burrice humana.
Roses, flowers and bouquets
Love, Honor, Peace and Respect
Verses, poems and literature
My head, it hurts,
my nose, it burns,
but I know it will all go away,
I start to float up,
I start to see black,
and I know that I am free.
I don't have to worry,
I dont have to fear,
On top of a mountain,
We will meet-
Like chalk stains and the rinsing of knuckles.
Tonight a salamander has slayed a dragon.
He don't trust and run with guns
swears to me, he can't be loved
hurt inside from not having anyone
riding around with music loud
to block the voices in his head
Momma left and daddy did too
Everyone agrees that war is cruel
Everyone agrees that war is suicidal
Everyone agrees that war brings mortar, anger
Our brutish bullets' babble
Battered this cathedral,
Corroded ancient heavens
That dawned in its arching dome,
Crumbled blue-veined marble,
Shattered angels' sorrow,
As gods began to groan.
WarIs where
Nobody wins
And everybody sins
At the unbeautiful bar
War is hell on earth
The bullet flies through the air
I hold my breath
I’m to young for death
but the bullet doesn’t care it’ll hit someone so young
The bullet flies through the air
I hold my breath
I’m to young for death
but the bullet doesn’t care it’ll hit someone so young
While I was bleeding. You didn't feel My hurt or hear my heart beating. While I was bleeding my crys had no meaning. I was just some shut, some where. He told me I was worthless and didn't want me anymore.
Rape of
Stick your finger so it goes deep in my colon
No longer a finger, it becomes a fist,
A forearm
Remain inside and move, undulating
Hell in Haiti, Hell in Hispaniola
Hell in Haiti, Hell in Santo Domingo
Hell in Bohio, Hell in Quisqueya
Haiti (Ayiti, Bohio, Quisqueya, Saint-Domingue)
Is a long ago
Kidnapped country
Before the parturition of the harmful bayonets
My path home is dangerous and unclear,
A sense of peril within me feels like an end,
Surely there must be more than this,
Violently, forcefully, I battle forward,
I am keenly aware of a distant light,
What we see
What we hear
Wont be here in a thousand years
What we taste
What we touch
Someday there won't be as much
What we do
What we smell
Will all be gone if we don't treat Earth well
It's a beautiful cadaver
A wonderful backstabbing
Horrendous knife holes
Not happily ever after
It's shattered
The dream so sought-after
It only made me madder
See her pitter-patter
Is it easier to know
That the wrath in the eye of an angry lover
Has been forged in that
Which will forever be stronger than malice
That the smile on her face,
I saw the trademark on your face the true evil grin and eyes of sin violence covered her body in lace disappeared without a trace I saw the pity the and sorrow on your face Never getting out alive you say how pretty I am with fear imprinted and fr
I want edges in my jaw like ice
And I want you to cut yourself upon them
I want words in my mouth like venom
And I want you to poison yourself on my kiss
I want light in my eyes like sunshine
I have a simple question to ask first to my mother,
when you look up at the stars, what do you see?
Do you think of yourself?
Just as I think of myself?
I find something small, Suspicious and strange. Black marble, crystal eye,
And it was you who knew my fate, Taking the glass and pushing it down my throat.
welcome to my world!
my world where stars shine in the morning sky,
a world where life is like a roller coaster ride.
a life where pain is your only friend,
and breakfast only consists of bread.
Fuck
we had it to
the neck,
until the
whole
situation
became violence,
when we
refused to
keep silence.
they killed our
brothers
murdered our
sisters.
Did you exist--before him?
Were you alive, were you put together, were you an unfathomably whole thing?
He’s a tinkerer, a marionettist.
Folks Keep Your Minds CLEAR of... Modern Day FEARS... !!!
FEAR of Talk Spreading You Catching Infections... !!!
Because of This VIRUS... That May CLOG Up Your SINUS... !!!
FEAR of INCITEMENT And Modern Day Violence... !!!
She leaves her house with a desirous heart
With a hope of her life to once again restart
Suppressed wishes and innocent desires
The free spirit, killed by the barbed wires
To once again inhale a new sprightly air
A Baby Cries,Demanding, Emphatic,Forming, Growing,Having Intelligence, Joy, Kindness, Love.Mounting Neuroses, Outrageous Propaganda,Quickly Remove Simple Truth,Unleashing Violence- Wanton, Xenophobic.
“Just carry a gun,
“Just carry a knife,
“Learn some self-defense,
that way you can defend yourself in the face of danger.”
What’s the face of danger then?
I don't understand why people always say they care
Then a month later, they go and disappear.
It leaves me locked up in a dark state of mind.
Happiness nowhere to find.
At times
Certain moments
My blood boils at the very mention of your name
Does it make sense how easily you drive me insane
All I think is wrapping my hands around your throat
These Days It Seems Weapons Are Seen ...
NOT JUST On Screens But Now In Streets ...
Murders Here ... Murders There ... !!!
These Days It's CLEAR They FILL Nightmares ... !!!!!
I don't want to carry this with me anymore
-
I want my body to die and take this trauma with it
-
Bury us in a shallow grave to rot away,
Until mold and insects and scavengers
I kickstarted your heart, Benz.
Pushed your fetal blood in the right direction,
connected your neurons.
The foam in your infant lungs,
I turned that into oxygen.
Rise UP
Rise up I say, why you gotcha ya head bowed
This ain’t what our ancestor had in mind when they feet hit the ground
Running as fast as they could, never looking back at the enemy
4 miles away
I felt the oxygen leave your lungs
I heard you beg for oxygen while you laid on the cracked pavement
One shot was all it took for them to shatter my mentality
A Report I've Read Today ...
Has Left Me Feeling Quite AMAZED ... !!!!!
Traumatized
Shaking, Crying
not leaving home
because the nightmares keep following you
Keys in your fist
Pepper Spray in the other
Isn't Less Sometimes MORE ... ?
Those Words Sound GOOD If You're NOT POOR ... !!!
But Money DOESN'T Give You ... " LIFE " ...
And Life Is NOT Defined By PRICE ... !!!
But Is That ... RIGHT ... ?!?
What On Earth Is THIS ... ???
SHOOTINGS Now In ... " Harvey Nic's " ... !?!
Students POLICING Campuses ... ???
DOCTORS Who Are Now HEALTH RISKS ... !!!!!!!!!!!
People Like To Argue
Sometimes I Wonder ... WHY ... ?!?
Cos' When I Have An Argument ...
My Brain Cells Start To FRY ... !!!
SOME Arguments DO Lead To ... DEATH ... !!!
This IS NO WAY To ... " Die " ... !!!
The Thought of Communities Interests Me .....
Because Communities NEED ... UNITY ...
If They're Gonna SUCCEED In Keeping The Peace ... !!!
We believe if we were to confess what we believe
Everything we ever knew and loved... we would be free
Arm in arm, carefree as can be
Reminiscing about our life before and what we would do
Kids Seem NOWADAYS ...
To Be .... " Impolite " ....
Well Me I Was Shown ...
That This Just ISN'T Right ... !!!
Ghosts fade in the wind
Savage beast with human skin
Sing and rejoice
As the king makes his choice
Children muted by fate
Bruises taint their small gait
Respect is dying everyday !
The old dismay
cos' the young display
a lack of respect
in their crazy ways !
So ...
Pay close attention
this isn't wordplay !
A long time ago, war was small. War was local, contained. Ares, then the god of war, led the world to fight itself, ingrained hatred in all of humanity.
i jumped on my bike as fast as i could
but not fast enough, it did me no good
the bully kid was big and mean and acted very tough
laughing all the while he quickly knocked me on my duff
.
As we round the bend,
Approaching an entire generation's end,
People flock to the strets,
To preach,
About Black Lives Matter,
And the president should be impeached.
But when you look around,
Women die to violence, warranted by their gender
the flashing headlights don't warn her of imminent death
never looking in the backseat, so naive, so tender
car in park, death's arms, a man's arms, steal her breath
The boogeyman is real
just not quite in the way we think
he is not a behemoth of green flesh
no,
the boogeyman wears blue.
He does not linger underneath her your bed
he roams in the open world
Bang! Bang!
The gun sang and the sound rang as he hangs
His blood spilt inside of the house he had built
Filled with guilt; you rapidly rose
He turns a cyrstal pale and looks so frail
Contemporary age and the superstitious world
Everyone seems a myth with consciences hurled
"Selene, Endymion" lie in every imagination
Claustrophobic streets are the example of infatuation
I went to a new school
When I was six years old
One day our teacher got a call
Hide. Is what we were told
Kids went under desks and into closets
Hide anywhere you can!
The Keres were tired.
They'd put in too much work
The past century.
Every second of every day
Was filled with painful,
Horrid death.
They blame the mortals
I’m just a brown boy
WITHABLACKBOOK
holding on to blue feelings.
I bleed red blood
I have red eyes
bloodshot.
gunshot.
another friend gets killed on the street
The colors of our world commence the drain,Instead of smiles I perceive pain...Ricocheting off my ears rings pain...I feel pain.Violence is a bullet,Puncturing us to the fullest,
“will you marry me, Hera?”
“no means no, Zeus. i’ve seen how you are with other girls and i’m not interested.”
he smiled at her
The sunrises but it cannot be seen
the grey in the sky
and the smoke in the air
She knows its time to say goodbye
she holds his hand tightly
he shakes to let her go
she relases his hand
A normal day
Just like any other
He wakes up
parents dead
sister scared
He goes to school.
She calls a friend
who calls the cops.
School goes into lockdown,
parents are called.
I do not care for violence
Yes, you heard me right
But if you hurt a friend of mine
Then get ready for a fight
I was raised on stones and firewood
With hot coals beneath my feet
Growing up
He never had people
Who would stick around
He's ashamed to say
that his own mother neglected him
I’ll use my broken bones as a splint
My black eyes will start my eye shadow
You can’t keep me away with the danger of bloody noses
Violence won’t wash away la vie en rose
I wish for the day when girls can be girls and boys can be boys ,
in whatever way that they enjoy.
Where the bread in his kitchen is enough for meals,
The looks were deep and the moment was full of fear.
Two guns, two bodies, two lives or nothing else.
What's beyond the great unknown?
Is it worth everything you have here?
All because of a Stare?
What love is not
Love is not cynical
Love is not unkind
Love is not controlling
Love is not blind
Love does not harm
Love does not boast
The school I went to had no after school activities
Never had a dad to play with
He died the month before I was born
He was an OG
Listen let me tell you about BOX Not a container with a flat base and sides typically square or rectangular and having a lid I wanna personify the BOX I knew as a kid See, BOX was close minded (get it box closed minded)...... NO BOX WAS closed....
I'm good with children -- an axiom,
A loom that weaves tapestries of branching fates:
One depicts a teacher,
Another, a counselor,
A third, a nanny,
And all, a Mother.
The Strike
The Final Blow
My word?
No.
No was used
to stop the abuse
No was said
to blow out the fuse.
The fuse of anger
had turned to grief,
and the fuse
Feed your righteous ignorance,
Because you'd rather move in a thoughtless mass,
A mess of mindless thoughts to pass,
Like a hurricane void of common sense.
Than kiss the faces, those before you,
She painted her face the way she painted her body,
To cover the pain and tears he left behind.
~awatr
Summer’s here and the Sun’s Glare
Brings little children—aliens—
With tinted vision to live in a
Body [of water] that is not their home. They see reaching arms
The most beautiful blue sky comes after a day of rain,
The most beautiful art comes from a place of pain,
Some of the wisest people we claim to be insane,
These worldly people are evil, ice reigns in their veins,
When I wake up early in the morning. It's most horrible moment, which is so hurting. When I wear school uniform It's most horrible moment when I am said to go to hell by my mom.
I would like to look at the sky, but the starsopen my blood and disturbthe verses on the mouths of the dead:
My body
My choices
My outfit
My truth
My keys in the crook of my fingers
To soothe
The feeling of being alone, I’m afraid
I write this to you
Agbo, dear beloved cousin.
Despite what they say
In your sheltered rooms,
The real world says the N Word:
The flowers in her hair were slowly dying. The sky grew too tired of crying. Sheets of white covered her eyes, as the world met its demise. No one cared to tend the crops. Toxic waste of yesterday filled the air. No rainbow would ever shine there
When tragedies happen
we often think, "it didn't happen to me,
So it doesn't matter as much"
we think we are a safe distance from the violence.
That's what they want us to think.
The sound of horses footsteps with raging men wiping them before they strike their
Where does it end?Where does the bloodshed of my brothers and sisters end?Freedom is non-existent in a world where our skin is not acceptedWe have no real rights because our race is rejected
There is no freedom here, not really anyway
You want your God?
Please, take it as it’s never answered any of our prayers
her eyes compress and wrinkle pure in time
for once was ease, now, shelters dread upon
disturbing thoughts perturb a chill down spine
the first and closing vital thought at dawn
I awake with a scream,
my ears still ringing
from the gunshots and yelling,
the hymns we were singing.
We march in the streets
and we all yell some more.
But it falls on deaf ears
Listen closley head my words
for what you know is not the world
the world is better greater than this
what we've done shall'nt be dissmissed
The lion hold the gun then ends himself
You don’t know how you plucked my heart like a rose and it skipped a beat as you
whispered the sweetness of sonnets.
Do you know how scary it really isTo see a child begging for a mother’s kissBut you don't have the guts to tell him the newsHe'll never get it all be
Didn't start out this way,
Was always an innocent boy,
Curly haired, lively, out of control,
Could sometimes be.
Play fighting was instinctive,
Big Daddy, Bruce Lee and Mad Harry,
The names,
With golden locks of lace
I waltz around this town
This is no modern palace
This is my old home town
The people pass me by
And whisper to themselves
Am I the man that used to cry
133.133 mass shootings. 133 situations where policeCalled loved ones,Family,Friends,To come in and to identifyThe bodies of victims who Never askedNever wantedNever seeked
::Build me a home of stone and dustLight up the fire with roses and lust//Lay me a bed of feathers and cloudsSing me a song of the torn and the vowed//Show me dissenters with rocks in their slings
I didn’t ask for your approval.
I didn’t ask for you to be my mirror on the wall.
I didn’t ask for your comments as I crossed the street.
I didn’t ask for your filthy cat call.
Its a shame
Its a shame how innocent people are dying
Its a shame how innocant people are constantly crying
When I think about violence it brings a tear to my eye
Violence is the reason my dad had to die
It has taught me expression,
but not through hate, anger, or ridicule.
It has taught me to show my feelings,
without foul language.
It has given me an outlet,
to express my hate towards society.
You accept the love you think you deserve.
And you do not deserve that-
Not that.
I understand.
Only a deeply damaged soul
Aimy laughs each time they open their mouth and someone else’s voice comes out
‘Cause ain’t this funny
Two white non-trans people walk onto a stage, reciting sermons about the dead
Put that gun down
Young one.
You may be feeling red,
But you’ll be seeing red.
If you use that there gun.
It won’t solve
Nothing.
But cause a whole lot of
Dread,
You were my fellow soldier in a darkened city
and when we both got popped and dropped
and rolled over all bloody and gritty
and the cops came and asked everything
over sirens blaring: "what were you wearing"
“Do you think you can forgive me?”
He asked me this while there was still blood between my teeth.
He asked me this while I held my own right thumb, because
How many more need to die?
I wonder why.
I wonder how many families cry
because
The till is filled, but even still
One bullet, two kills.
We live in a world
where violence is the answer.
That's how states and empires were built.
amd also how they fell.
Although it is often looked down upon,
it is always resulted to,
All I want is to be free.
free of the demons that haunt my nights
Laughing in glee as my eyes droop down.
His face fades into place like the cheshire cat.
She said that once upon a time,
one could freely run under the dark blanket of the sky, with the only lights
coming from the white balls of fire, sprinkled all around.
She said that once upon a time,
Sprawling on the cold harsh floor Surrounded by broken glass Covered in cuts and bruises Weeping silently Wishing for someone Something To come save me He stands over me Staring down at me with scorn He grabs my hair And drags me through the hous
What does it even mean to be human?
The way we touch and see
He thought I couldn't see him
Thought I couldn't feel him
I Am Him
He did this to me
He is the reason I am so angry
The clock strikes 12 on another day
The white flag with streaking Blood red lines
And miniature stars
Waves obliviously in the background
The body remembers what the mind forgets.
Forgets, you say?Oh, no, no, never. No way. Locked away.Maybe to resurface someday, when the momentSeems safe enough to allow what was held at bayto return.
It’s supposed to be a fun night
Dancing with friends
Hitting on strangers
Having a little too much to drink
Machine of pain,
Which pours blood like rain.
You helped my forefathers liberate,
You made the home I venerate.
Through wilderness and adveristy,
There are lives you defend.
Dear Untouchable,
Proven divine, your soul glows like gold
under glistening sunlight; its own halo that just doesn’t
happen to gleam right.
Dear Women who have seen their darkest days,
The lights buzzed,
as machines hissed,
while this little one graciously empties from your womb.
I still remember, Nora, the first time you stood
In front of me, trying to figure out the little tufts
Of hair on your brow,
On your arm,
On your leg,
On your pit,
On your head,
On your lip.
She waited,
Emotionally drained,
Physically pained,
But still captivated.
Time freeze,
She found him in the breeze,
She knew she was going to be fine,
you say you love me but what is love
love isn't bruised knuckles and fights at night at least I don't think it is
love isn't pinning me down under your knees and yelling at me and me begging you to let me go
The last signs of life,
At the end of all things.
At the edge of your knife,
Sweet reckoning rings.
The executioner reigns,
I wanted to write you into a love poem,
But all I can conjure
Is a picture of a girl crying off her mascara
On a stoop in the south of Chicago,
Raspberry juice seeps through her teeth
and drips out of the corner of her faked-smile.
Her lips are stained by blackberries,
each one delicately plucked
at the exact moment she was least ready for it.
Everyday we play danger with our lives. Smoking, drinking and partying with drugs. Tryna be a Tupac when in reality we just some low down wanna be thugs. We not shooters out here..We just should've, could've, would'ves in the hood. A NBA player to
Dear daughter or son, I'm sorry didn't make it to your first birthday. So much to you I wanted to say. Through the years I shedded many tears, Cause the days with you were never near. I made this choice,
To the You from that night:
I hope that you know.
Did you consider the torment,
that trickled broken onto the sheets?
Or that my silence was
To the You from that night:
I hope that you know.
Did you consider the torment,
that trickled broken onto the sheets?
Or that my silence was
Beside the road, a man dressed to impress
Walking toward the most frightening legend
He puts away the fear, that mind has no time for stress
For he must not back away from this offer
The darkness in his eyes.
The fear in hers.
Her whimpering.
His threatening.
The clasp of a hand on her throat.
Poison slithering up her thighs.
The darkness engulfing her.
I never once explained to you how I became the person I am today
Dad, I'm sorry
I broke all of the rules I made up when I was younger
Here she is torn, with ripped bones With all her fading desiresWaiting to be lost before she burnsAnd waiting to be left alone.
Dear World,
I made a choice, I chose a chance
A chance for freedom
freedom for all
For immigrants, for natives
For love, no hatred.
Hatred is a weapon
A weapon I will not use.
She was new to being a school counselor.
Fresh out of school herself.
She knew working in a large city like this one might be overwhelming sometimes
but she never thought such tiny persons
Our poor, poor Queen.
Folks say she’ll swallow you in one big gulp,
But she cannot eat if she’s beaten to a pulp.
Her nipples are swollen from her own ravenous descent,
And corporate banks fuck her without consent.
There was always a struggle between inner and outer.
My inner screamed leave, but my outer wouldn’t budge.
You sent a split through my control and you took half.
I was standing in a river gently flowing, the fish were nibbling my toes right below me. The breeze on my face was so soothing, it felt as if I had nothing worth proving. The singing of birds was music to my ears, draining my sorrow and relinqui
Because I love you, I won't let him touch you.
Because I love you, I won't let your eye be blue.
Because I love you, I will be strong to leave him behind.
Even at their worst they were my parents
It was normal to me
The beatings, the screaming, all of it
And it was always happening
Purple bruises
Red blood stains
The hole punched in the wall
More yelling
More pain
I begin to bawl
How did this
alone burning with anger
becoming stone the only defense
she gets hate from a stranger
she didn't do anything worth offense
.
It consumes you and becomes what you are now.
Love is when you hold me dearly to your chest.
(You’d do so if you loved me as much as I do you).
Black eyes, bruised skin
Just because I love you, doesn't mean I'll let you in.
Love with you is fist fights, broken glass.
Harsh words that cut the skin, broken plates littering the floor
That's not what love is.
Everything is Dark
I stare out through my window
I feel numb and I can’t move
Am I scared?
Boom! A flash of light
a gun is firing, I don’t flinch
Why can’t I look away?
Because I love you I will care for you,
I'll become your other home.
I'll be your best friend and your listener,
and I'll be your pillow to cry on.
Because I love you, we'll move in together,
"I don't want you to linger around" he says.
"Right after the bell, come to the bus."
Confused I ask him why I shouldn't.
"Because I love you, without me,
you can't have fun"
-Don’t speak- Look around. I am a girl who provides for my six siblings I have 2 jobs paying minimum wageBarely brushing by, i don’t get to have much to show off My bully doesn’t know this;My bully picks at my clothes, my hair, my rough finge
One Thanksgiving his mother told me this story
About how as a child he used to catch bugs
He loved them
He would run around the yard scooping them into a little mesh box
Maybe there's a time bomb in your mouth,
In your fists too.
Maybe you want to stop,
Hurting Me
But you don't.
All you know is red.
The red that spills from your nose and enters your mouth,
reminding you what death tastes like.
The red that you dream of as it chokes you,
spitting at you that you are worthless.
Because I love you
I give you a kiss
Because you don't love me
You lash out and hit
Because I love you
I hold you tight
Because you don't love me
I'm scared to sleep at night
All summer 17 like we living in hell.Bodies after bodies either dead or in jail.Hashtag after hashtag LONG LIVE OR RIP. but it seems we only living for a repeat.Same situation different person,
I was stupid.
On that moonless night, I wished for a guiding light that would lead me to happiness.
On that moonless night, I was empty and emotionless on the inside.
Ride the wave
The pain will never go away
So keep rolling with this way of seeing
Being that as it is
We are sent to die
For a cause
And for justice
But who knows why
My tears drop silently
Through the misty air
Nothing can be heard
If we ever cared
What's in it for me
Besides putrid insanity
What will it take to rise
Destroying my disguise
We were fine,
My mother had money,
Built a new house,
We lived in a good, thriving neighborhood.
We didn't know what we escaped would slowly creep up on us.
Gunshots echoed across our community
The clocks were pointing at twelve.
Lunch Period.
Nobody knew about the kid crying in the bathroom stall.
He pressed a revolver to his temple,
waiting for the courage to sieze him.
I am nothing.
I am someone
That people have forgotten.
That is my life.
And now,
I watch it go,
Fade away.
Dear America,
You call yourself great,
but you’re built on ignorance and hate.
Your flag colors are red, white, and blue,
but show us your real colors; don’t hide the truth.
Leaf falling down a tree
A whole life attached to a native bough
Clingstone to freestone, pinnate to palmate,
Persistent untill the wind sets it free,
Far from crown it goes now
Hate's leaf scar on its state
Free
Push her to the ground, watch her fall.See how strong you are?She cries from the pain and you just listen to her screams.Over and over again, In her mind, she dies.
The woods are where the bad things happen, they said
Where the evil goes
To celebrate its victories
To dance with hungry wolves
Journalism was my focus
But nowadays media stories leave me hopeless
Oh, what a world!
When babies die, innocent lives are slain
A person can shoot up a crowd then plead they're insane
Oh no!
Today was the day
You murdered a whist
Who stole the skunk
With your own two fists
You have blood on the bed
And brains on your shoes
You must drive yourself
You look at me, through me.
You see a girl
Covered in makeup,
Covering up with a gentle smile.
You surround yourself with beauty,
Sitting on the floor,Our hands interlocked, pulling,My eyes watering,
The anger in his eyes,The suffering, the madness,The gun between us.
You are crawling through her veins
She will always remember you- her first. Her only. Never will she ever be able to compare her lovers to you, because you are crawling through her veins.
Tonight the dogs fought,
Sounding all at once
Like a thousand people screaming
And a flight of hundreds of crows taking off,
Their wings smacking the air
All at once in a horrendous cacophony of noise:
This is War,
They said as they dropped drones onto villages and killed grandma who was picking vegetables from her garden,
This is War,
I know I haven't written
In a while, but I'm getting in that mood again
And can't stop thinking about what happened
So I'll do this to get it out my mind.
And I hope I just stop crying.
Like blood matting fur, the hunger
stems down the spine, sweetest torment.
And echoes in fear, a flash, blind
Contrast – the forest awash with red,
swirling, the scent in the breeze, buzz
Some has it easier than others,
Some has it not,
Some were raised by their mothers,
and some their own hath forgot.
As I lay in my bed,
I can't help but feel bad that somewhere, some time tonight...
A poor child will be dead.
There'll be no justice;
It is something, society will easily forget.
I am no more a beautiful,
My bruises made intentional;
They watched as though a wonder occurred,
Twas mine right eye through agony suffered.
I miss that time
when people looked at pigeons,
dancing with the wind.
Now there's too much crime.
In my mind...
I wonder about, "the life of pigeons"
The feeling of a burn pulses across my body
I've grown accostumed to the pain like one would a hobby
The feeling of hands around my throat are shown by the bruises
It always seems like I'm the one who loses
Love. Thats it. The answer, the way.
If only everyone thought that today.
If only love was at the frontlines of war,
There would be peace, and violence no more.
If only love was the greater message.
They say you see
someone’s soul
Through their eyes
I see their souls
In the money they
Slide into my jacket
The young people
Out to enjoy the night
Sweating under blinding lights
Screaming for a glimpse of their hero
But with freedom comes malevolent evil
Perhaps
we are all blind sometimes.
Our vision becomes shrouded in the pitch-black
darkness of our own rotten words.
Our blood turns cold, emerald with envy.
Since firearms manifold more bang for their buck,
any rational per son or daughter, one wood love to chuck
fired and squawks like Donald Duck
up in arms at alarming spike vis a vis trigger, where luck
So here's the thing, We were never really friends, Our friendship was just a dead end, You were the one out of many who understands, But what surprised me was that we were always holding hands, Our relationship saw a future, It ended with hatred
Welcome to my country
My home and my land
My pride and joy
My country
The place of freedom
Content notice: Violence against people of color,
people with disabilities, trans wimmin, and gender
nonconforming people; allusion to suicide,
sexual violence, and genocide. End of content notice.
Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early darkness,
surrounding me in this prison, killing me,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming
is our incredibly racist past,
Forget the blood lines that make our trees bright red
Forget the colors that highlight our lively skin
Brothers, sister, mothers and fathers
We are all something bigger, better and stronger
Yet…
America,
When did you forget to love?
When did you forget to take care of your children?
America,
We only want love,
we only want peace.
America,
Oh Chicago, how you eat its young with passion in the night.
Oh Chicago, how you reveal a love soliloquy from Frank himself.
(This poem was written in response to the murders of Carter Davis and Natalie Henderson in 2016.
The students lived in my local area. I hope they find peace in heaven.)
America the beautiful, the broken
The late night party, he takes advantage
When she wakes up, she feels the damage
There are no repercussions for his evil deed
America is violence.
America is a land, “where all men are created equal”
But what happens when those men are people of color, Islamic, gay, or female.
Rising and falling
History on repeat
Bombs and endless wars
We all must always compete
Fighting to the death
Living to the brink
Fathers holding guns
Mothers burying sons
Ode to the State
Ode to the love
and to the hate
Ode to the world
that we make
To the skies of gray
You hear it all the time
I want to change the world
I want to save it
But how
How can I
How can you
There's a song in the streets.
It's right below our feet.
We choose to ignore it.
We all learn to take a hit.
There's a child screaming mercy.
The President's a controversy.
Looking up at the stars
feeling the grass on feet
tears in eyes
blood in the street.
The wind is howling,
the birds all scream,
at the horrendous crimes
that the media eats.
....AND THE HOME OF THE BRAVE!!!
The crowd's roar, but maybe I've got a little voice telling me there's more.
If bravery means winning and fighting and gore,
Then I am a coward, just that and no more.
theres rocks in my pool tonight.
i tried to swim through
but caught my self in a rapid, i just let the water take me
A perfect world is unrealistic
Crime, violence, guns, deaths, gangs
When will it slow down
Let’s talk about America.
Let’s talk about us and that thing we do
when our cabernet tastes more rotten than fermented,
how can so much hate
come from within
a land known as great?
there is no end to this fight for humanity
to give in is to give away
your sanity.
the united statesin a separated stateMinorities vs Majorities brother vs brother separated like oil and vinegar because Liberty and Justice For All only quailifies when your Caucasian father and motherpull 100K a yearno justice for the black boy w
Have you seen the red house on Castle Street?
The family in the red house is the first one you’ll meet.
There’s a friendly mother and stern father,
cigarettes hanging from empty mouths.my hands are shaking and my corpse is God. the raindrops sound like the bombsthat ring in our ears and tear us apart. those ruins and picture framescoated with ash
I stood bare foot up first words whisper, to adapt I must adopt. An image no more a minority to the wide spread hatred we call war.
Who am I?
What have I let myself become?
A person so dependent on your love that I merely can't see through the fog
So blinded by the thought of you that it clouds the very reasons why this wall I've built is there
can't we scatter our love like seeds in the spring and watch them grow and hear the birds singing and as the passer-by smells newborn fruit it will give them a reason to follow suit. can't the love we accept be the love we give? the hungry
A year ago your angry handsLeft red and purple sunset marks on my porcelain skin.Your lips dripped honey-covered apologies,But nothing ever really changed.
The clock strikes 2 am
As I wait for him
To blow down the doors
The phone rings
That is probably him
I answer it
It was not my husband
Rushing downtown
I run through the doors
Encrusted red splattered walls
Red spotted floors
Serve to remind me
How everything I do
Is wrong in his eyes
Those bloodshot eyes
Coming home every evening
With flammable breath
Our thoughts and prayers are with you say the living to the dead
But no one acts to prevent those souls from laying down their head
"I can't live without my precious gun, it brings me too much joy", they say
In the cold, dead of winter night,
through the highest maple branches,
on the wind whistling through the air,
rides a song full of tears.
Cries of the innocent,
the guilties fears,
I was a soldier whose name was not knownI walked onto the battlefield, where no man roamed.I looked out to see what else existed.And I saw another who
Dear Momma,
I if I never live to see you again I hope I made you proud.
Im afraid that while walking to the train I could be shot down.
We're being treated like wild animal just because the color of our skin is brown.
Donald Trump has 306 electoral votes and Hillary Clinton has 232.Hillary's supporters are causing violence and that is a lousy thing to do.
He is not my “Dad,” just simply my father
With his face pressed against mine, eyes closed, smiling,
He looks as if he loves me
And maybe he does, but I refuse to believe it
The perfect crime
The way to
Grab someone
Kick them or
Cut them All without moving
Just by uttering a few breaths
Filling the air with poison
The evidence is never obvious
When I fall, I fall into sleep,
When I sleep, I sleep in peace.
When in peace, I think of violence,
Violence that leaves my voice hoarse.
The strange thing though, when in sleep,
Imitation is suicide
Why walk when you can fly
What wakes me up early to greet the day
Is turning on the news and hoping to see a change
But all I see is children in chains
And sand covered in brains
Some white guy cooked up the idea that Americans bleed red, white and blueFrankly speaking, that just isn't true.I've seen so many Americans bleed,On the Internet, on tvAnd let me tell you there's red in the streets
Bloodshot eye, wounded in the thigh doesn't cry
Just a normal day under the Helmand sky.
Oxy proxy war in my head night terrors in bed
Walking down Eastlands in Nairobi with my head bowed and my hands pocketed at 3am has always been such a beautiful thing to me.
Again, I am here
Again, I am at a loss
Again, I haves questions
Again, there's no answers
Again, a stastic
Again, lives equals numbers
Again, the desensitation
Again, the lack of underestanding
I hate the world.
Especially when I find myself
In an office on a hot afternoon
This is not my cup of tea.
I am busy talking to people I couldn’t care less about;
About shit nobody cares about.
I have this sort of obsession.
It’ll seem alarming, but hear me out.
I have these dreams, visions really, of blood.
It’s fresh, dripping or pooling on hardwood floor.
It’s all so cold
lost and lonely, veiled by frost-
be quiet, I’m told
never speak up, no cost
never any loss-
Again.
A scorching night of booze-inspired yells lingers in the air.
The Heat causes the mistakes to stick to the yellowed, resin walls and the sweat soaked sheets.
I have an illness.
I have an illness you cannot see.
I have an illness you cannot see that is terminal.
I forgive.
I forgive you when you warn me.
I should have been more grateful.
My dismantled figure stands beaten and wounded, for you have no sense of sympathy as you change into a metamorphisis
My anger, frustration, and humiliation suddenly turns into banter for the crowd as they pull their cellphones out
For all the pain and the nights that I cried
For all the tears For the fights
For all the times that you used me
Because you played with my heart
Why don't you f**k you?
Help!
I did it again.
I walked to the priest with my face reflecting pain.
I said to him, “Priest, you are the modern quintessence of Cain!”
“Priest, you are this society’s pain!”
Women in the Web by Kari Barge
Things have changed
We may not be burned at the stake
But we are forced to fake…
I hear the screams
I hear the cries
But when I try to stop them
The voices reply,
"Darling dear….”
“You've been talking back!"
The animal was suffering cruel conditionsYou may ask yourself whyThe answer lay on monetary commissions The reason thousands of animals die.
(i’m going to tell you a story today, a story that reads like a nursery rhyme that’s how common it is, and i’m going to tell you all the parts, all the facets of it that show a different picture like the faces on a diamond slowly turning
NOTE: Inspired by/taken from quotes of modern, pop-culture villains.
If you think you’re safe, you’re wrong
(an ant has no quarrel with a boot).
I will burn you, I will burn the heart out of you;
"I wanna be a police officer when I grow up!" A little boy of just a few year said to me.He must not see the news.
I want a million thousand bills couple masions in the hills.but my people.Dien everyday.like soldiers in the field.but they babies it real.Go to war like navy seals.so they call it chiraq.fast life bout a thrill.practice makes perfect.everyday you
I'm sure we've all heard the tale of the girl named Alice
The one who fell down the rabbit hole, and was chased from the Card Palace
Who spoke with flowers, and attended the Mad Tea Party
There's a people cryin out to the Lord today
Cause too many injustices done come our way
A people oppressed you think would have nothing to say
But we can't be fearful with our heads hung in shame
There is someone inside my headIt is full of rage and carnage With claws as hard like leadMy mind just can't seem to manage It whis
We have all become savages; we just don't eat each other
Ask mr to explain that, Yes I will
Two young men robbing and elderly lady across the street,
Leaving her laying here like a corpse
Never have I thought how I wanted to be loved.
I have tested my language
Only to find my excuse when people call me “slut”
Because, actually, I just prefer physical touch.
And now it is too late to ask
The day I watched my first slam
BAM
I was back at the day I heard he died
And all I could do was cry
A star football player, dead at sixteen
Throughout my life I have been the clown,
In the classroom and in life.
I made jokes for other people to laugh to,
Yet it wasn’t my jokes they used to laugh at.
My head, my shoes, my scrawny legs,
Hate, violence
Fires, Riots
Fights, Never stay quiet
All caused by two words, Not Guilty
It's fair, it's unfair
People asking how can this be ?!
The pain is unbearable for most
He pours scalding water
over your wounds
boiling you from the outside in.
His words are poison soap
grating off layers of the world
When you catch the black-eyed man’s black eyes on the station platform
and don’t think anything of it, because his eyes are only two in many
millions, maybe, or a thousand you’ve seen that day, only
a little bit darker
Every word that I hear,
Is something mean and unclear.
Every child doing this
Hitting with punches and kicks.
What is going on with them?
Why do they alway pretend?
I was looking for youbut I found you again, deep in blueSmoking again I see..It's funny because the other dayyou were throwing up last night's liquorand silly me,was on my knees,
Friday—a day that every kid looks forward to because it is the beginning of the weekend
Most kids are excited because it means they can do whatever they want
He held the gun to my head
And asked me for my innocence.
I stood there, silently memorizing
his distinct features.
His deep, dark black eyes
had a certain murkiness
like the reflection of the moon
Thinking too much
creates bad thoughts.
The negativity in those thoughts
are from depression.
Discontent, sadness, anxious, hopeless
is what you feel.
You feel ignored, alone.
Isolated.
They see the shiny outside,the one that looks brand new.They see the gloss and all they think is“That’s what I want, too.”
you peer
savagely leering,
strings of pearls dripping
from your gaping clamshell mouth
like spit
spit the words on the back of my legs
whistling
linger
fingers on car horns
I'm awaken
coldness brushes against my cheek
tears slowly pouring out of my eyes
step-by-step
The peace of the world is not always dead
Just forgotten by the hunger of war
Slowly sucking all living with its roar
And captivating innocents with dread.
Along
time
we
go.
To
where?
I
do
not
know.
But
swift
is
our
motion,
commotion,
and conversation
about
timeless
What’s funny is I come from a box
Worn for style in the street but really made for jump shots
Sneaker heads collect me and do it in lots
A million cities burning in my mind
Send thick black smoke in pillars to the sky.
The earth lets out a deep and mournful sigh,
Its children turned so violent, so unkind.
Fly on the Wall by Christian Betancourt
The fly on the wall
Sits silently in the room
And says nothing at all
Buy the ammo You'll get a discount Courtesy of the NRA You know, the people who sit on leather Wear silk And sip the finest wine Courtesy of the assholes Who lack a moral compass And shoot to kill.
A time when each breathe was a puff of white smoke;
When days seem shorter than the nights.
The sun barely danced in the sky as shivers escalated my arms;
I chewed on my lip with my heart skipping in my chest.
"Sit down"
he screams
"shut up"
he screams
The voice piercing the night sky
The voice, that was once loved,
is now the definition of hatred
and loating
I am lostI can feel no presenceI know of no human or animal that has a measure of significance alike mineI have a teacherA teller of all there is to be known of the world
The crisp crunch of the dead fallen leaves crunched under her boots,
Silencing everything else around.
She looked down at her red blistered hands,
But they weren't red from the wind, snow, or cold,
when you ask me what i’m thinking and i outright refuse,
my mind is full of things i could never ask from you:
stop me from stealing, stop me from lying.
keep me away from the nails i’m biting.
I would not give you the pleasure of Killing you in your sleep.
I would be making it too easy for you.
You definitely didn't give me the pleasure.
My eyes were wide open. I witnessed every moment.
Mother,
I knew it.
I knew you were the one to tell me
I wasn’t good enough.
It was not my teacher from fourth grade or
The mysterious boy I fell in love with when I was sixteen.
It was you.
Waking up to you is like discovering a foreign place.
I trace every birthmark on your skin to find your face.
I was a vast land, long forgotten and claimed my none.
Curious eyes reached beyond the horizon, it had begun.
On the news today
(a boy, age eight - )
Trump called Kelly a bimbo
a boy tripped into a million dollar painting
and
I am still adjusting to this new life.
I wonder why bad things happen.
I hear of more and more Chiraq causalities daily.
I see the city as one large time bomb.
in the familt guys are selling drugs and girls having babies
to continue theyre cycle would just be crazy i embrace the streets and everything it taught
hustling and selling drugs
food and shelter was our first thought
I am looking into a mirror.
I see myself, yet I see someone else.
I don’t know who this girl in the mirror is.
Her brown hair was messy and tangled.
My heart leaps up,
Not in fondness,
But in fear.
Over a year of
Abuse and
Rape.
Too scared to leave.
Too scared to stay.
Bravery came at last
And I was finally free!
I will tell you what I am not.
I am not someone to be pushed around, or someone who likes their emotions to be played with.
I AM a human being, I am someone with feelings inside of me, and a beating heart.
The way you touched my skin made me tremble.
Your cold fingers swiftly carresing my cheek.
The way your hands grabbed me from behind
I never thought one look would keep me silent
sleepless nights...her mind racing...she starts to cry.
she yells for help...but it's as if no one can hear her.
she panics, her mind still, she's confused, her soul is lost within itself.
It still seems like a dream,
The happy times I mean.
Yelling, screaming,
Tantrums and tales
What should I learn?
From such anarchy
The rule of a dictator
With the illusion of a god-complex.
Come hither,
see me whither,
in the wind like dust blowing away.
I falter and fallow,
as my tears run down my face so sallow,
I'm alone and afraid,
what should I do?
Sometimes I wonder
How could I make a kite fly
Even when weighed down by a boulder
How could I make these diseased things happy
They want money and my everlasting plea to be their servant
I've tried so hard to silence the silenceI've waited so long and haven't seem much but little ripples in the darknessI'm not satisfiedI'm not OK with what I've been taught to think is real.
I woke up alarmed, the darkness asked to come in.
"The devil lives inside of me" she said with a crooked grin.
I looked into her bloodshot eyes, no soul within.
Observing the vestiges of common humanity I am engulfed in processes that are reminiscent of the ages when obfuscation was predominantly a matter of undiscovered science converging into a
It’s something nobody can really expect
She could be going to the grocery
Before climbing into her car, should have checked
Who could blame her for not thinking to see
I have always lived with strangers in my home.
The agony of not having a true family is greatly disturbing.
You see, demons terrorize my household.
There, a bloody knife in his handThere, he went from boy to manCrying, tears from the eyes in his headTraumatized from the blood he had shedHow his youth had gone so quickly
Pain is an inevitable part of life.
Pain is your body, mind or spirit way of telling you it hurts.
Collective consciousness
is much easier when defined.
Much thought.
Contemplation is for blind.
We move ever closer to claim what seems to shine.
One day I'll catch you pick pocketing my chest cavity.
I'll catch you reaching past flesh without calamity.
I'll catch you, hands stained with red taboo,
Deep within the earth’s core
A pool of magma dreams to soar
Beyond the darkness
Because although this pool is very bright ----
It is only their own light ---
And they want more
They crave more
she barely drank the poison, barely tasted it at all.
she walked home a little dizzy, suprised she didnt fall.
she snuck through her window, afraid to just walk in the door.
I hear it stumble in the door
Crash!
a drink splills into the hardwood as
glass shatters
my body flinches in shock
shoulders quickly rise
pungent smell
musty with a little spice
i have a friend who flew with the times
and plummeted to the ground as his pocketful of rhymes sunk and spat and became one with the earth--
the ground upon which we dream still engraved with his words
i love you an that's for sure
do whatever you want
if you get pist off at me, hurt me ass bad as you want
but it ain't working because i'm hurted already so go ahead
The wind will blow away my sin
Copper devils wait in the tall grass
I walk on doves feet across the clouds
Fallow my feelings little fish
Sing about rain
I sometimes wish I was a monster
My mother is weak
And I cannot stand it
She is feeble, stupid, and plain
Who are you?
And where is the woman that I once knew?
You’re a weakling, darling
A scaredy little ghost
They said it could never happen, so when
you told me to give you my hands I gave them to you.
I even smiled.
Now I am tied up and I'll probably die.
They say better to have loved and lost,
What do you do when the words “it’s okay,”
just simply aren’t true?
What can be done when the body aches against the phrase,
stomach tied tight in webs like spiders,
tongue standing still like a silent statue?
f(x)=a(ng+el)*r[e(y-e)^s]
I am a complex math function
that you cannot understand.
So, what do you do first?
Step 1: Factor completely.
Extract my primes and variables,
Peaceful Protests are all I ask
Is that such a difficult task?
I love marches and speeches,
You know, when people haven't turned into leeches
Sucking out rational thinking
With a filter i am different
Without a filter i am me
For without a filter i am who i was meant to be
Without perfect hues and perfect color
But i am me, and not some other
I turn my face away,
gripping my cheek.
I'm sorry...
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to make you mad.
I never do,
I don't know how to make you happy.
Ominous ebony smoke fills the air
A mist of forsaken souls condemned to demons
Alabaster arms reach out and grab the prey
Frozen fingertips stain the innocent flame
Nails running deeply into the skin
Hearing the screaming and shouting in my house,
I don't know what to do but grip my blouse.
I used to think "This is where it all ends",
But I looked past that and started to ascend.
I have a few things left that I need to let go. The scar tissue tells the story that I haven't told. I didn't know it was human trafficking. Picked us up dropped us off, motivated us to sell their magazine's.
all of my life, i heard shh, no, shh
why is no easier to say for you than it was for me
?
i grew up with people telling me "shh"
She sits alone,
crouched in the darkness,
holding up her knees
with thin, spindly arms.
Dried tears have created a track
on her dirt streaked face.
Her blue eyes have lost their charm.
This is a rape poem
but i am male
impossible you say
fuck you
i trusted this man
he was my friend
a few years older
we played hide and seek
with the rest of our friends
Flaws and all She was born like this not very tall with curves he likes to kiss the chubby cheeks on her face a smile that lights up the place in her heart is very pure and soft voice that's hard to hear if you're not listening to the words she s
this generation really has me loosing patience. I dont know how there gonna make it. Always counting on phones , what if one day phones turn into drones and take over the world .
This is a small excerpt in the perspective of Elliot Rodger before he went on a killing spree.Reader discretion is advised. I took complete liberty in making up his perspective (so be warned).
The last time that I saw you,you were being pulled through the front door by police officers.
Be strongNothing ever last for longIt wouldn't last forever you knewBut its okay he still cares about youJust hold on to your heart for nowWipe the sweat from your brow
This mission is impossible;
My family has been taken-
If this is not done,
Who knows what will happen?
Of all the people, I was the lucky gun-
The lucky gun who's aiming at some stranger.
Sir no sir.
Please leave me alone sir.
Let me sleep sir..
This isn't rite please don't touch me....
I'm only 11; you're 50..
Mama, I know you're hurting but I'm hurting too,
I know you're angry, Mama,
But I'm angry too,
So stop raising your voice and listen,
One, two, thee, four, five,
We hide behind a mask of lies
To keep the truth from waving "hello" and "goodbye"
But have you ever cried through blood shot eyes?
Hit after hit, on that emotional high
Have your lungs ever hurt so bad,
"Free information"
Say it slow and enunciate
Remember it like this
Before your eyes precipitate
Sick heart, dripping with gasoline,
fueled by the cigarettes thrown like darts
the whip’s bullseye that tore her apart,
innocent and caged, helpless to cleanse itself,
gives in to the rage,
His kisses are the stains of black and blue that decorate my pale skin, like proclamations of affection shouted into the void, they forever float, a reminder of our romance a reminder that
He loves me
Welcome to a world of fun
A carnival of toys and guns
Nobody wins, we’re quivering
The only prize is you can’t leave…
All these clowns are made of masks—
You become what you paint on your faces
Look into my eyes and you will see,
the different side there is to me.
Secrets that I've hidden so long that I sometimes forget,
all the lies he told me, and all of this regret.
Look into my soul and you will feel,
(Situation in Ferguson, inspired by https://www.facebook.com/JayFleadaddieJon who wrote C.O.P,Criminals of Permission)
"Ok, she admitted Mommy you were right.Something unrealized until there was absence of light.Every word her mother said kept running through her head.
I can't sleep
I'm not at peace
my eyes are wide open
my heart has a hole in it
the feeling in my stomach is disgusting
my catastrophizing mind is unresting
"I have to get to bed at a decent hour"
When will the violence endSeems like everyone is with it like it’sa trend,Or they do it to blend in,Don't they know thou shalt not kill,But some do it for the thrill,
He says that I’m too sensitive
As our friends cheer on to his venomous jest
It’s just a joke, bud, lighten up (I’m incensed)
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil." (Psalm 23:4)
The cheating hurt, but besides that so did the lies and the punches.
Im glad its over, I took a stand and I left.
Im glad you know that you hurt me.
My tears weren't just the sadness you gave me.
The souls of the many
Were taken to the gates that day
That day where a deranged boy decided to kill
Looking out the window sill
You don’t see their souls being carried up to the clouds
But they are
Thousands of runners are almost there
They are coming up to the finish line
But a danger lurks in the crowd
One that no one knows is there
Until it’s too late
The danger drops a book bag near the finish line
Walking home from the
grocery store with
two heavy bags, one in each
arm to balance the weight.
A man
blocking the sidewalk
whisky on his breath and blurry eyes
“What have you got there?”
Ring-ding-dong
A man casts a shadow upon the lawn.
Ring-ding-dong
To her chamber he is drawn.
Ring-ding-dong
A kiss he gently lays upon,
Ring-ding-dong
The brow of beauty long foregone.
This is a crime scene
There is yellow caution tape all around
The victims are screaming but are we in tune to their sounds
Aiyana Stanley-Jones is the name of a little black girl who was shot
Born to a home I don't belong,
Where nothing is right and everything's wrong.
An alcoholic mistake is what I am;
One Summer Hummer too many,
I was not part of the plan.
He shot aimlessly.
Not caring where the bullet landed
Or if it had any purpose at all;
Only wanting others to hurt as he hurt.
And so he forced a nation to pray.
The Man who shot is not the name to rememberWhen horror came to the fourteenth of December
Edges of this world must be mended
Creases of these old fabrics smoothed
Smuggled letters rewritten
And torn pieces sown
With old methods and home-made remedies
Nail by nail and thread by thread
To K.
She started off a as normal girl
didn't know about the cruel sad world
Spent her time picking flowers
I know
Too many people whose no's were ignored
Too many kids forced to grow up too fast
Breaking not so new news: a young Mexican boy was shot and killed by an older white male.
how could wearin a hoodie cost him his life
how could he kill that boy and get out the same night
Together is where I thought we would always be,
until that day you were snatched away from me.
Sitting on this rock,
watching the waves,
Remembering the days.
The day I met you,
I don’t want kids.
The Smiles that are oblivious to pain,
The Laughter that can break the most awkward of silences,
The Unconditional love in their sleepy eyes as you rock them to sleep grateful to be close to you.
There was red in my bed in years of yore
something I'd never considered before.
Lost in time, back and back,
a rarity in a rugged sack.
There was red in my bed, she had no clue.
Violence, much happens to people who keep silence
Oppression led the oppress to depression
One gun can kill many sons
Teenage girls are confused, all bruised
I want to write a poem
To the days that will not be
For the times we only wish
That we all could live in peace
I would dedicate this poem
To the beauty that is rare
A suffering child shall not cry.
A suffering child shall not let a tear run down their cheek to stain the soft brown skin that child was once felt comfortable in.
You smelled of stale beer and musty basements,And soon that smell became the only one I knew.You drank until you couldn't remember your own name,And screamed mine until your voice resonated off the walls.
Partying has never been my thing
I've always been the one who was studying
that night I finally went out
all hell broke loose
that was the night I lost you
BANG BANG is all I remember
The insecurites felt by woman all around easily outweigh the blank smiles on their faces. Walking the streets, car keys in hand, finger almosts pressing the panic button just in case. Scared. Worried. Panic. Called Paranoid.
We are all sons and daughters of our Heavenly Father.Can't we all just get along?Can we continue to love one another,And help those in need?Can we bare each other's burdens,And pray for one another?
Guns are firing.
Kids are dying.
Parents cry.
All the police do is sigh.
Another one dead and gone.
That's another bed empty and alone at home.
This shit is like a cycle.
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.
I have an associates degree at eighteen
but I haven't made it , to everybody else my goals are just... dreams
just because i have a limp, i have no potencial it... seems
on top of that im Mexican with a love for hip hop,
Like a Concrete Jungle
Animals of the street
standing on the corner bringing all the heat
brown buidings
look like sideways slaveships
hold about 1000s people
in each complex
black
I've crossed that bridge,
I've known that path,
I've stumbled down that hill.
I've cried those tears,
I've felt that pain,
I've strugged and still will.
They told me once,
Not many know what it feels like to be scared senseless.
To be terrified of a person so much it leaves you breathless.
To look them in the eye after they leave you black and blue.
300 years of slavery,
300 years in chains,
One hundred years of bravery,
This finally led to change.
Fifty years later followed Obama’s campaign,
Somehow we are still scared from all the previous pain,
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
Most of the time
We try to look at someone else's eye's
Try to understand through their covered lies
But what we do not realize
Viens throb from shameless drugs that mezmorize
When their mama cries
Sit down.
Or maybe you should move away from the door.
Listen to your professor.
Or maybe you should send out once last text to your family members letting them now the news.
A heart pressed like a flower between ribcage pages
every beat blooming in the blouse in the backseat
the blood fertilizing gravel that will never grow to seed
if it does it never grows nice things
There is no room in my life for bullets.
There's no room for rifles, not for handguns, not for anything that fires.
I have seen too much.
I spent my childhood afraid of bombs,
It started out ok,
It started out good.
It started out the way it was supposed to,
It started out the way it should.
But I dont really know what happened,
Something had went wrong.
Dear Person Who Deserves to Die a Fiery Death While Simultaneously Being Eating By a Shark,
The kids inside the walls become adults
While The kids outside the walls become adults
And The kids inside the walls wash their guilt away with vodka and rum
So they don't have to feel
Rusted chains cling to their hearts,
Darkness consumes them --
Children of Darkness?
Or are they Children born in Darkness?--
They cannot hear faith told,
For their ears are bound.
One day I hope they'll see
this is just a sad part of me
their hearts I do not mean to break
I do it for my own souls sake
I want to smile and often do
except for when I think of you
The city i live in the city i represent
Big,windy,beautiful full of life
So many people so many personalities
No one held him
As life slipped away
He breathed in the last piece of this world
As a target surrounded by
Preconceived ideas
Of who he used to be
Who he was before
The alleyways are littered with broken bottles
Bleeding amber liquid
A fixer
Another boy pulls the trigger
And paints the dirt with
Something blue
My dreams have become a reality.
A reality I don't wish to feel.
Because these dreams once of pleasure,
Have become nightmares all too real.
People just don't understand how it feel.
When someone close to you dies.
You sit on the front porch stairs and you cries.
As you crying thinking in your head, that should of been me.
I've got a confession to make
I lost myself….
I lost myself in trying to hold on to someone
Who didn't care about losing me
Steamy hands on the window pane
She takes a breath and slips away
Pulled by hands of a sick step-father
Iron bars built all around her
She threw herself to the men she saw
I take strides with pride
Cuz that's how lions walk
You just stay and graze
Prey in a flighless flock
Feeding off the bull shit,
well, Its time to stop
The famous are brainless
faces grey
carved with hate
heads shaven like
a landscape stripped of vegetation
and left to the barren ground
acid eaten faces
with small hard dark eyes
figures devoid of the touch
They told me it was a bad decision.
I told them I saw good.
They told me he'd be a bad influence.
I told them it'd be the other way around.
They told me he wouldn't treat me right.
I told them he'd changed.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Yes, I still care
But, what’s it to you?
You showed no respect,
No emotion at all.
So why did I stay
When you put up a wall?
as innoccent and pure it seems
pour salt in a wound
there at first you weep at the pain you will feel
but if you live through the pain
in time the wound will heal
it is something that is felt
And so the halls stretched on
The halls stretched on
Scattered footprints crashed off the austere walls
The people ran for their minds
Oh, how they ran
From their minds
As if they weren't suffocated
As they say, “From the Beginning,”
God made us a life worth living
Then we learned to lie and steal
Now this world is just too real
We are at an UNREST!
The darkness of the neighborhood comes out consuming our best.
It is like a parasite,
The evil come even when it isn't night.
It is trying to convince others that its okay to be bad,
So the verdict says not guilty.
The world stops.
How could someone get away with murder?
A boy has been shot!
He has been killed!
This is the world we live in.
Riots begin.
Peaceful protest.
Changing
More than your clothes
More than your appearance
Start with yourself, and look deeply
Inside
Leading
More than yourself
More than what's expected
When the world turns, are we turning with it?
Or are you standing there
like you did last week
in the middle of a crowd
while it flowed (hurried) around you?
I turned for a second, and my heart
A young woman, eighteen and fair,
With big brown eyes and long brown hair,
Made her way past the lamppost that stood,
In the middle of her neighbourhood.
Suspicious, what a way to describe you.
I am suspicious, too.
I walk around black
and wear a hoodie so I "slang clack."
Why can't I wear this 'cause I'm cold?
I will never forget the girl with the round glasses.
I sat next to her in all my classes.
I’m crying.
Right now I’m crying.
The salty sorrows slowly sinking
Caused because of too much thinking
Ten-fold more as I start blinking
Crying sadly so.
I’m screaming.
Today is today, I mean that's what everyone says. But today is the day that I hide , in the shadows, faces of you are revealed in my sight. I'm afraid to ever walk in those steel doors, because with me you have no insight.
We woke up in this place, shattered but alive,
The world is a monstrocity, we manage to survive.
Torn up children's faces and corrupted civil wars,
Funny how we used to be so in loveand the sky's the limit was a frequent term...usedthen abused! My hair ripped from the rootBeaten for just an opinion... bitten for just a word spoken
Fear storms through the dark endless skies
Where it seems that land can only exist at night
Where thugs rule the world and parents hide behind doors
Hypocritically stating,"the world is yours"
The pain starts internally.
Because you allow it verbally.
Will you let this last all of eternity?
Will you ever listen to me?
Its like youve never heard of me.
Do you hold no knowledge of my story?
I walked through the door,
My eyes couldn't comprehend,
The shadow of the person I saw.
There lies a friend of a friend,
A person I barely knew,
But my fellow brother in arms.
In the mirror, I look up and stare at my reflection,
Oh, man, I saw this coming. What a recollection.
My makeup all smudged, all damp and out of line,
Huh, it matched the line I tried to draw when you were mine.
There once was a sheriff, corrupt in his heart for what he did he knew it was wrong.
Welcome to my Nightmare
She broke another bowl today.
It was the second one this week.
I would change life expectancy.
Why must we expect life to be either short or long?
As we go about our days of our lives
We look for more than
Just hope.
We look for reasons why to continue our days
They look at the color of my skin
See ink running down my limbs
And the illusion is set in their minds
Suddenly I have a new face
They spit words out
Calling me gangbanger
Child, tell me your dreams,
tell me of your aspirations...
BANG...BANG BANG...too late...
The light shines thorugh the only window
inside of her eerie cocoon,
symablaizing the fantasy
that she can only dare to dream about.
Downstairs, you sit there on your throne
Bang Bang
3 o clock in the morning gunshots going off
Doesnt keep me up Im numb to it
Bang Bang
I close my eyes and go back to sleep
Wake up, and turn on the news
Could I change my community?
A small town,
Where there is no impunity, no crime,
No one to be found?
No.
Could I change the world?
From it's destruction,
The sorrows, the cries
Wait... Stop... Please?
I beg you to reconsider
You're beginning to fade away
Already one foot in your grave
This life will get you
Pit you in the middle between lions and bears
Tall hats live on the east
Short hats live on the west
They both play with figurines
But who plays with them the best?
Tall hats believe in warfare
short hats believe in house
As a little girl, I loved my family
Often I sat in a corner in awed silence
As I watched my father beat my mother.
Sitting, I watched the family violence.
One hit, two hit
Three hit, four
What’s up with these kids in schools
Why do they think it’s ok
To run around toting guns
And slaying in the hallways
What makes them think they’ve got the right
To take someone’s life
A little to generous you could say
Jumped in front of a classmate about to be shot on the CTA
Leaving his family and friends with all the pain
Knowing Blair wouldn't be there to share the rest of his days
They say I'm young and black
Which means I'm going to be a threat
When we walk in the store they get straped
And the cops always on your back
Some do them like O-dog
Some do them like Treyvon
They say I'm young and black
Which means I'm going to be a threat
When we walk in the store they get straped
And the cops always on your back
Some do them like O-dog
Some do them like Treyvon
Given this simple question one would answer, "Logan square of course."
Look a little deeper and you might answer, "well he lives in Logan square, but really he's much closer to Humboldt park."
We live in a world of violence
Violence, violence everywhere
There is violence in the word itself
It lies in the way the word explodes out of your mouth
Vowels and consonants crashing into each other
Please excuse my color...
White man that fears me,
excuse the color of the skin I was born in.
Im sorry that the dark pigmentation send shivers down your spine.
I was born this way, you see.
Too many teens sit on the steps in their house after school
with tears on their face and blood on their wrists.
They get out of school and they load their home screen on facebook
or twitter
or tumblr
my stomach rumbles again, loudly,
the girls to the front of me,
to the side of me,
all around me,
giggle and i hear the crunch, crunch
What people think when the see a white mom with kids
Oh she works so hard.
They're so cute!
They must be a handful
oh terriable two's!
What people think when they see a black mom with kids
I hear the gun go off so I run
I was only at a party trying to have some fun
A seemingly safe decision turned dangerous
To speeding bullets from a gun I was powerless
Shooting pain drills up my spine
You are beautiful,
You are love,
You are worhy
You are worhy of love that you cannot even begin to comprehend.
This love is everlasting, unconditional, unfailing, never ending.
Raped, beaten, yelled at, threatened
I still keep my head up high
Ditched, cursed, bullied, shunned
I still say good morning every time you walk by
I am a strong woman
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.
Is this really love
This nagging in the back of my head
It screams out at me like a vulcher
Watching the already presumed dead
This breathlessness in the middle of the night
All those books had me so mislead
I hear the sirens outside my door,
bodies and blood cover the cold street floors,
screams and cries can be heard all the way,
this is how we living today,
guns ripping through the air,
Jaded, corrupted, denied, abducted.
The rose tinted glasses finally begin to crack.
Blinded by the tales of damsels in distress.
Banging machinery and grinding gears
You find yourself among your peers
Foreign yelling fills the air
Absolutely unaware
Of what this place has in store
Your anger pulses through the air.
I try to avoid your traps, but I'm shaking with fear.
You wait, watching my every move, ready to pounce.
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
Do not be fighterDo not be curse that person or animal outinstead be a peacemakerDo not steal a thing that you really wantDo not kill that person
The sheet rock itself was frayed.
Not much pressure would break such
a thin wall.
The entire lenghth of my arm
touched break to break
of the impact-hole
I'm in love
She said
The first day she met Bryan
I'm in love
She believed
As she showed me
The dozens of roses
I'm in love
Sometimes being quiet is the best way to learn.
Like its always been said open your ears close your mouth, open your eyes and see what others cant.
You think you know what I feel,
The feeling, its just to real,
Your words, they hurt
You treat me like a pile of dirt.
Kick me when I’m down
And tell me I don’t matter
I want to feel I belong
That’s all I ever asked
Now really can you blame me
She cries softly,
Tears drive down her cheek.
Hopelessness fills her body greatly,
And she fears the next encounter.
How shall she escape,
I awoke with promise:promise of a new day,new world.A world where wisdom cameonly in happiness,where happiness was unrelatedto self-worthand the only true promise wasof disillusion and loss.
There is a slight connection between the fear
growing steadily along with my inner hope
And the obscure room filled up
First day of high-school and you are roaming the halls
There is no one around, no one to call.
You hear the popular girls laughing at you to your right
But you don't even care, they dont even bite.
To anyone:
I’m vomiting now, a violent revulsion,
My self-made punishment from silent compulsion.
Weeks turned to months as I sought isolation,
Mrs—
Raise your hand.
Creeping hand…. inches into the air….
Mrs—
Mrs. you think that you know me.
You know the way I act in school.
It can come on slow and it can come on fast
Sometimes you’d never know it’s even happening
Your palms start to sweat and your heart is about to burst
One Strike
Two Strike
I feel the blood drip
I try to move but my body screams
I touch the blood
I sweat more and weep
This will be the last time I will
Feel your curse set upon me
Here I lie unable to comprehend-
I tried to evacuate, yet you brought me right back
I made efforts to free myself from the unending grasp
To tackle, fight and defeat you, who tried to bring me down
Teacher Teacher, do you see us as passing faces?
Another year another set of faces?
Don't you want to know more?
More about us?
Like how Miranda's mother tells her she's worthless?
I am Treyvon MartinMy life is not to long startin' I work day in and day outFrom my mother did I sproutMy life is in God's handI am just human
Punches and bruises,
Laughter never seems to come my way.
Yelling, screaming,
No one seems to hear me.
Day by day,
I wish life will end.
Then somthing happens.
The entire Universe is one giant grey area,
who are we to be so black and white?
Blood and fervor,
Hatred spit and spatter for sake of spite,
Lined up against imaginary walls of a blank square room,
In this day and age,
She made love
With the wrong man—
Her father.
A love without consent;
A love filled with hate;
A love that brought new life.
He slaughtered the life—
When I make him angry
He grabs onto my wrists
And rips me apart
With his white-knuckled fists
But I’ll cover it up
So the bruises won’t show
And Brandon can stay happy
Because he’ll never know
Mixtures of browns
Mixtures of greens
Smells of nature
Smells of safety
All rush by
As I bolt by
Bolt down this path
Dirt on my feet
Dust clouds behind me
No bird sings
Watched the news today
It said a ten year old girl
Witnessed her parents get gunned down
My eyes began to swell
Oh I’d go through all this pain,Take a bullet straight through my brain. Yes I would die for you babe.But you won’t do the same.
…
Do you even realize how much you hurt me?
How much damage you have caused?
And you have the audacity to come back
After two whole years of torment
Do you see my tears?
No.
I am your toy. I am your "woman".
Do you hear my screams?
No.
I say "I love you" only because it means you will stop for a minute.
Do you feel my pain?
Yes.
I'm sorry for not being like you
I'm sorry for not looking the same as you
This is the way God made me
He made me in his image of perfection
But whydid youhate me?
You didn't know my name
How old are we when we become corrupt?Where along the way did we lose our innocence?Better yet, when did we stop looking for it?We curse, we hate, we live selfishly.We live in a world wherewomen are raped,
You banged on my heart
like your fists were a drum;
You gathered me sweetly
in arms like a dove—
You told me “always”
under the sun.
What are we doing? Wasting time? Buying time to just feed on insecurity. I don't make you glow. You look at me with dull eyes.
So your race getting murdered bring you happiness
Please say its not true because that cruelness
You think because you wear a flag your tough
I heard about a young man whose life was cut short
By an individual who categorized him into an unlawful sort
His judgment was merely predicated on appearance,
Where my brother?
Where were you when they took my brother?
Can you hear him? He is safe now, he has made it home,
But why did you let him take my brother!
We was not saint nor sinner but he was my brother.
Break me into pieces
I will just lay in peace
Beat me until I bleed
A towel is all I need
Tie me into a chair
Leave me there i'll take so air
I know I've been beating before
He was just as innocent as you,
or maybe he was better,
His soft, calm personality, just as light as a feather,
walking home after a long day,
never intended to cross your way,
that night i will never forget what happened only me and you the only two witnesses for proof of the night you took my life the unexpected fight i gave for my life but i still lost it without one sight of help i felt you following me step by step
You know that couple.
The one that is always together
And he would do anything that she asked.
Their sugared embraces,
Their striking stares.
But their eyes hide what lingers behind closed doors.
A soft whisper in the dark room sounded
Whimpers flowing from her lips as he pressed against her
A normal Friday night as the lovers embraced roughly
it can happen to anyone, by anyone
there is no excuse
the hurt, the aftermath, not fun
all because of abuse.
countless nights of crying
you feel like you want to die
but no more of that, start trying
I can’t tell Professor C that I’m not focused ‘cause I’m so anxious I don’t sleep
I can’t tell him that I hate the way I am and I’m dying to change
There’s no way he’s gonna understand the way my heart feels, let alone my uterus
Can you hear me?
I'm here wanting someone to ask if I'm okay.
I wait and wait but no one can hear me.
No one notices the hurt I go through.
No one notices the pain and suffering.
No one cares for her beating heart
Layered in years of pain
No one cares for her beating heart
Broken again and again
No one cares for her beating heart
As it sustains her life
A normal day like any other,
You smile across the room.
I make my way to talk to you,
Then screams erupt, but whom?
Our eyes dart to the open door,
Where classmates hurry by,
Walking home like the world around you is like it's supposed to be
Then you turn around and see...a murderer
But you didn't know it at the time
That this would be the last line
...You walked and the last time
Everyone hurries with smiles and laughs;but the girl just passes so solemn.One day after the other the kids seem happier;but the girl just remains the same.Parties, friends, make up and more;
When I saw people around me, I try to read between the lines.
Their faces was covered with masks .It was a part of what they called the circle of times.
Circle of times? What could this be?
Angry, sad, confused, helpless scared
These are the emotions of a women
A women who has been hurt
A women that has been abused
A women who has been lied to
These are the challenges of a women
Hope is a knife, faith is murder.
She cries out to you,
but you haven't heard her,
because the truth is you don't care,
and deep down she knows,
but her hope is just the thorns
on a wilted rose.
The ache in my arm lingers.Ebbs, a painful melodySlowly, it spreads through my body,Exploring the raw lands that remain.
Every breath, Every tear, Every move, Every blink,
Every stare, Every joke, Every laugh, Every push,
Everything pushes, Everything pulls, sliding and slipping, forgetting the rules,
It renders me incapable to respond. and I, being already out of energy then, am forced to stop.
It is the driving force, and so spikes adrenaline, and so fills the mouth, that rancid taste taking over, holding fast.
The sun was shining on the bus window
I was ready to relax as I walked through the doorway
When I got inside my home I turned on the local news show
I had no idea what they were going to say
...
You watch the news, you see the signsYou see the terror reflected in their eyesYou don't know the whole situationBut you know the media is exploiting the informationJust because it's a part of life
Eternity is set in my eyes. Throwing chaos and knowledge at the world. I fly above you now with the ancient wind beneath my wings. I whisper into your immature dreams and say: "Robbed of my innocence. No more time to play.
why can't you see me?
why am i invisible to you?
am i nothing?
am i worthless?
what are you doing?
what do you think of me?
how are you?
how is this possible?
will you see me?
He's stripped her of her innocence,
His touch has darkened.
Her internal morals vanished,
Her souls' been broken.
She remains silent and carries on,
But her smile has wilted and gone.
The world today is filled
with
hate
violence
discrimination
guns
weapons
and pain.
On top of that,
there are people
who don't care.
Who think they are better
I’m home right now and daddy’s at it again
Drinking into his normal haze
While he slips into his other phase
I’m hiding in the closet like I do every night
When daddy’s drunk and nothing’s right
To the naked eye you see all the turbulence flint projects. Nobody detects the immeasurable possibility.
If home is where the heart is, In a home they teach you things,
Then I am out of place, You taught me some things,
Through all of the tears and hatered;
Through all of the scars and hurtful words;
I've never met someone who seemed so sure.
I let you in and told you my secrets.
But day by day things kept getting worse.
A glimpse of a new day.
Tasks are done the same.
People among people,
Something has changed.
There is a distance.
A space where time is held captive.
Twenty little souls, glowing and bright.
Flowing in the wind, like brave little kites.
Twenty eager minds, ready to learn.
Wheels in their head, starting to turn.
Your body is your vessel
It will travel miles farther than where your head has taken you
It is your storage unit
A unique container of your individual world
I can feel your anger and your pain Throbbing through my veins I can feel your tears in my eyes And I'm smart enough to realize Theyre for you , and what you're going thorugh
My neck cringes as I stretch my mouth from cheek to cheek,
My teeth reflecting the indulgence they constantly seek,
“Smile,” is the only word they directly speak,
How was your day was all I was asking.
I didn't ask for you to punch and slap me.
An eye for an eye
I know it isn't right but
I refuse to go down without a fight.
Teachers, here's a lesson
you don't seem to appreciate:
Judging students yourself
Causes classroom hate.
Stop pretending you don't see it
When your favorite student bullies.
Stop turning the other way
Time is a luxury I’ve never had
At six I was left with only a Dad
The clock is always ticking
Mom and dad were always bickering
The hands keep moving round and round
Walking silently along this dreaded pathway,
Through the city of the lake,
i see all of these ghosts of people,
whose souls never cease to break.
i find myself shaking in agony
from these visions i behold,
Theology twisted, robbing the poor
Sick religions have the saints misunderstood
U.S. economy in it for self
Rich stiff necked scholars still seeking knowledge
But graduated from a top Ivy League college
Tonight she lays there,
her tears falling on her pillow.
People refer to her as Weeping Willow.
If you see her in the streets,
she is always looking down.
She used to wear a smile,
Good Bye!
Sincerely; A victim
Yes I am sitting here with no confidence
yes I let there words get under my wing
but why i am still sitting here with a knife
with my lifeline hanging on a string
In theory I never knew the weight of the hoodie.
Contrast in its color as it grapes over my skin.
Indeed I was mightier with the cape over my lens.
Strolling pastimes, my ears were shuttled by noise.
Will this gun violence ever stop?
Will we have to wait till we've heard the trigger click of the last glock?
Under my bedI layAfraidBecause tonight is just one of those nightsMama works late
I can hear you stumbleYour scent getting closerYou mumbleI should call mamaBut I'm just not suppose to
Hopeless, voiceless, suffocating by our own ancestry. Muffled tones of freedom songs in sync with the stomps of our feet, our negro spirituals.
City Streets of Chicago,
my hometown, my motto
Everyday I hear on the news someone got shot,
Bang Bang,Bang Bang,Bang Bang,
6 shot's fired, 3 dead
found in the parking lot.
I’m depressed
which is probably normal for a teenager suppressed from any social life
because I balance eight classes, seven school activities, eating, sleep, procrastination and
driving down the windy road
back to the place I used to know
little house on the river bend
the four of us used to play pretend
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
Here we go again
Another shootout on 24th and Cal
“Was it him?”...
I ask myself everyday
Waking up and praying
“Let me not lose my daddy today..”
High school, a melting pot for social cliques.
The lunchroom is in a simple layout.
Jocks on the left, nerds in the middle, and everyone else dispersed in the nearest seat.
i was told as a little girl
to stay quiet
when i really meant stop.
boys only tug on girls’ hair
when they really mean she’s pretty.
i was told as a little girl
to never scream at the shadows.
Children Of God Wake Up
This Is More Than An Act Of Murder
This Is More Than An Act Of Racism
This Is More Than An Act Of What’s Right And What’s Wrong
This Is More Than An Innocent Boy
Ignorance is not bliss.
Ignorance is shattering.
Ignorance is cruelty.
Ignorance is isolating.
Why is it so goddamn hard to teach your son how to love a woman?To love her for the things inside her head,and not for what’s between her legs,and not for what she has hiding underneath her blouse.
Hearing the plea'sA croudSo loudAs I am ceased
Held downAnd boundTaste the blood on my jawA blow, cold and raw
I curse the world
that murdered you.
I curse the murderous words they used
to make this weapon.
one by one they entwined
to create the rope
that stopped your heart.
I curse the world
They say that time waits for no man. But innate yourself and hold my hand. Allow me to teach you right from wrong and catch you when you fall. No one I've encountered had such beautiful eyes and a mind full of vision I need in my life.
His fire burns, his fury builds.His screams of rage fill the air.I stand still.On the outside I look calm,but my eyes reveal terror.Appalling questions escape his lips.Horrendous accusations.
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me,
Such a lie runs through my mind
As your words slice me deep,
cutting me open for the whole World to see.
It always amazes me how women can fall for that little word I'm sorry.......Day and night they fill the pain of the hand ....Of the one that says I love and I'm your man....Why do they stay have they lost their strength or maybe their way.......Or
The monster used to share my bed
Now he lurks near my only exit
Threatening to take everything away
He breaths smoke languidly
His tiger eyes burn with rage
I live in a worldWhere genderDetermines lifeWhere a rod between your legs makes you superiorI live in a worldWhere sex is seen in a woman's bare shouldersOr in her exposed thighsI live in a world
Ya see black brothas
always tryin to be trap brothas/or rap brothas
Why don’t you wrap brotha
Bussin out babies like morning sickness
This continuous cycle is more than a sickness
I aint’ never been part of a high class society
The thoughts that crave within me,
Blearing out with animosity
Breathing in the fresh-scented Musk, that’s
Broken.
Calligraphy-
The fundamental process;
Tonight I lay my head down, but the pressure never stops.
Knowing that another kid just has been shot.
Shot because of the signs he was throwing.
Friscos cut and creased with his color rag showing.
Tonight is filled with rage, violence in the air.
Children bred with ruthlessness, parents do not care.
Their visions all so blurry, and minds so confused;
The only thing that satisfies is all the weed they use.
By the time I matter, Will it be too late?
Will people debate my soul's resting place?
Will they predict who I could have been?
Will by deeds outweigh by sins?
Will they consider these circumstances?
Im surrounded by familiar faces,
The choice has been made I will meet my demise,
Torture is realized, life flashing before my eyes,
I place the gun to my head as I begin to die.
Freedom, Is what you long to have. You cooked and cleaned but never laughed. It came in news of a castastrophe; now freedom is within your boundaries. Oh no real news to share. Your husbands here they never declared.
My naivete has led me astray from the real world.
This wonderland in which my mind obtains is nothing more than a fallacy
The eyes of wisdom have opened and realized this newfound knowledge is really my reality
Sweat pours down bodies in streams,
Blood is caked between the toes of feet,
Of the men chosen for honor redeemed.
Swords doused in red ink,
Shields reflecting the suns gleam,
Cry out your call,
A changing world we live in
Where are the times when logic was alive
Where fast killing booming sticks didnt kill the young,
causing castrophic dive,
A place where we seek ever lasting peace,
Put on the makeup. Dry your tears. Smile for the camera. Don't ever tell anyone. Everyone already knows. He hit you again last night. He'll hit you again tonight, like every night before, and every night to come. Leave him you tell yourself.
Shame that I must have
Because it is my own fault
For dressing like that
(a haiku about rape culture and the shame a woman feels after being raped)
There are those who say he died because he was black.
Because some racist wanted desperately to be a hero.
And there are those who say he died because he was violent.
Where have you been?Where have you gone?I sing sad melodiesof how i was wrongand i can't even dreamwithout you in my armsso its best to believewe just dont belong
I had a dream last nightBut it wasn't an ordinary dreamIt was a nightmare on Sawyer StreetSo I decided to channel my epiphanies into this poemJust to change the world with my imaginary reality
If he wanted the arizona tea and skittles... he could've asked,
a life pressed rewind from the first breath to the last,
Pen to paper
Fingers to keys
Words spitting from these blistered lips
Words that bare my soul
I hide myself behind smiles and laughter
So you don't see my pain, feel my terror
She missed the day he smiled
All that it reviled was an innocent child
The regrets of the child started to fade
Her heart was cut witha blade
The blood of a sweet, but soft serenade
Seventeen, young and dead
From one man's gun he bled
Court, Trial, and Verdict
Zimmerman was the one the jury picked
He would leave a free man
Defense was the reason at hand
The change for Tayvon starts with me.
A young black indivdual who became livid behind the fact that another black soul was taken from this earth.
What the fuck have I become?
Do you see the world that surrounds us?
Do you see the hate in all their eyes?
And when you look back,
Do you see that same hate in yours?
Our children are dying!
Innocence were their names
In a child's place they were to be
Wrong place, wrong time
Some would say to thee...
It was just another day
Another day riddled with injustice, segregation
How could you fight the unknown with no remorse?
When they are simply… the unknown?
Like in wars, or battles
How could you go about, scream and shout, over people you have never seen?
When a murderer walks free,
Are you still proud to be an American?
And when an innocent teen is killed,
Why does the killer walk free?
When a man is shot,
Do you blame the victim?
You had a bad relationship,
and try to put it in the past.
You think that you’re okay,
but the memories seem to last.
You have nightmares and bad thoughts,
that never seem to end,
Hearts were broken, Families torn,Tears are shed,Love was born.Forget the sadness, Remember the memories,Think of the children,Not the enemies,Lives were lost,anger is shown,
break out
Of bounds; set the standards around
What others cannot
Trouble inbound; bein followed
Back to the roots, the home,
the starting point
disjointed from the hip
I am not Trayvon Martin....
but I know what it feels like to wear my
favorite hoodie that's a little too dark for
those who were taught to fear darker things
Trotting through the hot narrow alley, rifle on my back.
My companion to my left: Richard, I think.
The sound of gunfire boiling in the distance.
What a beautiful color, red, she said
And smashed it down with her hand
Orange is pleasant as well, I can tell!
And crushed it according to plan.
Green, so keen, a fervent shade
It’s 2013 and look how far we have come.
Maybe we should say, its 2013 and look how far we have not.
Walking down the street, middle of the night
In Sanford,Florida 2012
Trayvon Martin was shot but who's going to jail
Word says that Zimmerman shot him and pleaded self-defense
But who really knows the truth without real evidence
Policeman left to right
Little Souls, blind death
Christmas was close
But Jesus planned it differently
Loud cry, melancholy spirit
It was a gloomy year
A gloomy december
You will always be remembered
1964. Kitty Genovese. 28.Raped and killed while her neighbors did nothing.Her blood left a scuffing.2009. Jane Doe. 15.Raped by ten guys at a homecoming dance while several class mates laughed and joked.
Tragedies are an interesting concept.You can spend hours doing the aftermath,how did we end up on this path?A town, full of smiles and laughter. A beautiful image to capture.Twenty young minds ready to learn.
bullets streamingclashing minds,killing his and bruising mine,tearing us apart andbreaking timeheart stopped,glitching minda vessel of thoughts ran dry,no love, no trust
Thanks for giving the time of day
The night of light
The food to eat to see my life
Everywhere that summer there angles
Some may say I am crazy, Or even insane, But the Little Bodies that laid staring, Could have been saved, The problem that most see is different, In the eyes of those who have grown around, To know the problem that most see, Changes everything to m
Careful where you point the knife.
You might just take a life.
Whether it be someone unknown.
Or it even be your wife.
Careful where you point the knife.
For it tells no lies.
You Walk Around With A Gun In Your Hand
So You Assume That Makes You Tha MAN?
You Disrespecting Your Mother So I Know You Respect No Other
But It's Respect That You Demand
Because You're "THE MAN"
I have come to the realizationthat as a woman of colorI will one day havewith the bittersweet blessingto give birth to a beautiful black baby.Only the third timeI have labeled somethingbittersweet.
Just Listen…
Just listen to the words I have to say ‘cause it just might make a difference to you and me
When I heard that you were sexually assaulted,
I mourned for your childhood.
And perhaps that was not the
best response.
Because you have not died.
You are still very much alive.
I guess I’m just sorry
She can taste the blood in the corner of her mouth
From when she was tripped during a struggle to the door
The iron taste to accompany the scarred ford
From when she “fell down the stairs” at the home of her “love”
It started deep down inside me ready to rise
To keep my anger under control that was a tough fight
The words that were exchanged how could one forget
The damage that they caused one deeply regrets
I dropped you off at school just like any
other day. I never thought you’d be taken
away. Your smile still burns in my mind.
Nathan, you, must have been so scared that day.
They say it's the gun that we should fear. But listen to this. This gun that I hold, listen to it, it cannot walk, talk, or feel. This gun cannot be held responsible for actions of a hurt heart.
The sudden tear to conquer my cheek
A tear filled with history, memories, and laughter
I hope to contain this tear
To forever remember
Yet It falls once again
Forever embedded into the Earth
I heard on the news the other morning that another child had been killed. And as I sat there listening to the emotionless reporter talk about his death I felt the tears roll down my cheek.
I’m depressed
which is probably normal for a teenager suppressed from any social life
because I balance eight classes, seven school activities, eating, sleep, procrastination and more sleep.
Some grow out of barbie dollsInto their sports braTo become sport's starsAnd play on the same court with the boy starsSome go from double dutchTo bringing their teams back in the clutch
The city of “Brotherly Love”
By: Laura Hernandez
As our founder father had dreamt
The city of “Brotherly Love”
On December 14, 2012, Olivia Rose Engel, 6, left Sandy Hook Elementary school and joined the angels in Heaven.
Reason for Return
April 7th, 2013
Fear is only recognized after the fact.
When you are in fear, you feel him, you smell him, he grips you,
but you do not know him as fear.
It’s a barren cold winter
Frozen and cracked across the surface
Our breath stops in the air above us
Our breath leaves us and huddles together in frigid air
Warrior speculating
Clucking to their left are the defeated
Barking to their right are victors lined up for future beatings
Just spewing out special deliveries
Come foreign repugnant warriors
They say it gets easier with time
Pain and heartache
“Everything will be okay, just wait and see.”
But it’s been five years
And it’s only gotten harder
At least for me.
Sticks and stones can break bones,
But words can break a person's mind.
though to some, words are small and no big deal,
to the targets they are far from kind.
Days pass and days end
Glancing at the sun
His beam, his hand of help
Lighting our path for the day ahead
I watch and I weep
to see such potential
to see such beauty
to see such possibility
left there to rot
to stagnant and stale
just because of some idiots
the fear and the scars
The singing began as they came for the finish
The cheers and proud memorandums
Ran through their minds.
A thousand miles had they run for this,
A thousand pairs of rubber soles they wore down for this,
Protesting to me is an art
It is a way to defend yourself, a point of view, a way to start
To start a change or change someone else's way
To stop the violence or stop the drugs ...
Right here I laid with unknown expectations, my mind was shield from brutality soon to be revealed
In these moments of chaos, my purpose openly appealed, the awakening of inner birth so ready to be outwardly lived
I refuse to put my hair up this week.
I have bruises on my neck and throat and shoulders.
It hurts, oh God it hurts.
I remember the day when
I covered her bony body.
They said she had it coming.
A white t-shirt, warm cotton,
clinging like a honeybee.
I remember the day when
You sink your
rough teeth into
my neck, marking
your territory on
my cold canvas
as blood rushes to
all the wrong
places, and your
muscular frame
hovers over
my malnourished
When will we stop the violence
Becuz the night is hot and I can't sleep
And I smell violence in the air
It smell of pain and sadness
We stand alone in the dark
When will someone turn on the light
No one is safe when the bullets start to fly
No one wants to lose a brother or a sister over a stupid white lie
I can feel the fear nibbling at my heart
I feel dizzy and afraid
My heart bleeds tears of sorrow for lives lost unexpectedly on a momentous Patriots Day, Bombs burst loudly sending innocent lives to heavens gate...
She was all yours.
She was everything you wanted,
Worth the world and more.
She took care of you so well.
Always waiting by the door.
She was your number one fan,
Begging for an encore.
The sun arose as usual,
bringing with it the pattering of small shoes
followed by the clacking of heels
down wooden corridors,
to colorful rooms,
for another day of learning.
Tell me about the time you almost pinned youth to the ground
How she laughed in bell tones before she cried
Before she told you that her time was almost up
That was when you noticed the bruises, didn't you?
He will respect you
He will help you
He will acknowledge your thoughts
And never resent you
He will motivate you
He will inspire you
Like a tree he will ground and cultivate you
Boom! Pow! Kick. Ow.
It's all I hear when your near,
Kick, Slap, Punch,
It's what I fear when your near.
Spit, profanitity, and disrespect.
It's all I ever get.
But one day, one day I heard something new.
Pain comes in wallows
so follow with the swallows
I breathe this fire down your back and take you to the gallows,
forget you must, not love but lust
and all the roads you used to trust
Promise me that you will always be outraged
on days like today
when smoke corrupts the lungs of people already breathless from the urge to live, live, live.
Promise me you will never bury your head in your hands
Day in and Day out
Its the same fight
With you and with myself
The tears flood my eyes
The sharp metal in my grasp
Day in and Day out
Its the same fight
With you and with myself
The tears flood my eyes
The sharp metal in my grasp
A young boy on his own
Thought he had no control
Felt like he was spiraling down
Falling, rocketing toward the ground
Those who have nothing left are the most dangerous
No one to scandalize, so nothing's too scandalous
Break a window because there's no widow
Burn down the house when bodies are buried in the meadow
We met back in sophomore year in Spanish.
Considering that we both hated taking Spanish and were the new kids, we instantly clicked.
You always made me laugh.
I look out across the dingy city.
Towers loom over the filthy streets,
the roads, broken, have no destination,
and the street signs, blank, give no direction.
Pittsburgh, PA;
Glowing lights.
Downtown;
Broken fights.
This is where I spend my nights.
I'm in for it, Jesus Christ.
You see the colored flags,
the shoes on telephones wires.
Stupid me? Shame on me?
I thought you were telling me the truth when you said that you love me.
I don’t read the paper
But mornings I bring in the library copy
And on the front page is the U.S. ambassador
Lying in the arms of a Libyan cititzen
Like Jesus lying in the arms of his mother
Words won’t come as they should but I’ll wrap you in something bigger
Enclose you in the only embrace I know -
My quiet listening heart
They see a monster, but I see perfection
He saw content, but I saw an injection
Where do I go when I need Protection?
Judgment sees bruises but I see affection
Alone in my shadow.
He creeps from his murky corner.
Fear envelopes my breath.
Paralyzed.
His coils slowly wrap my mind.
Consumed.
Shedding tears of fright.
Control is lost.
Even the smoke
Was thicker than I thought,
And I thought and I thought.
Innocent shards
Take their place, broken heart.
Who am I to have thought?
She was afraid
Of words they said and thoughts they would have
She felt unsafe
For their actions often go excused
In a world where victims take the blame
The milling, the tilling, the toiling, the killing,
for nothing more than a shilling, a shilling.
Carelessly sowing, selfishly growing,
fearing the gale of a harsh wind blowing, blowing.
The Scene: Our streets
The Actors: Played by humans
Laced head to toe in guns
Their Voices: The sound of bullets
Trying to win a battle, the outcome
The Songs: Sung by faint cries
What will we do on this darkest day,
When the world just looks then turns away?
Will we cry out in anger or cower in fear?
Will we forsake the ones we hold most dear?
Tonight we’ll light the match,
Start a wave that will flow without currents.
Heat will simmer for miles,
Boil our demons with rays.
They make fun of me.
Things I do and say.
Is this their way
Of killing those who are unworthy?
Who doesn't deserve to be happy?
Those of us who stray
From “normal”, live with an array
When you hear "animal"
What do you think?
Furs of brown,
Or collars of pink?
What about man?
The ones with no virtues,
The ones we can't stand,
The ones we can't rescue.
The line to the finish was so very near
When a sound went off so I could barely hear
I fell down - I felt the pain
We have been bombed - I cry as I lay
I see the other runners turn around to help me back up
(poems go here)Pain and fear washed over the night
Tears rained down and blood seeped into the ground
Bruises and scars flooded their hearts and weakened hope
The violence erupted into a pool of never-ending pain
A sneaky fox,
A thief in the night
That’s what he was
Tall and thin,
Like a pine tree
He had a terrifying
Surprise for me.
My memory is vivid,
What happened to Society? What happened to this world?
When we cannot leave our home without precautionary measures.
When we cannot leave our windows down for fear of burglary,
Orphaned from so young an age
It’s a wonder I ever escaped that cage
The world was so dark from the place whence I came
Monsters and demons they soon became.
These Monsters and demons came from those to be trusted
If only looks could kill
Then your presence would be inevitable
The time it takes for you to wake and bake
Can only lead to the end of your fate
Welcome to this world, this cold, cruel place,
Where violence and hurt are quick to replace.
Here are some things to which to pay mind
If, and only if, you wish to survive.
I don’t go to church anymore,
there’s no sleep for the restless.
I spend my days with a crooked wishbone,
the meat still sticking to it,
and our shed smells like the gasoline
that burned out of me years ago.
Beating to the core
Towards a betrayed Soul
Being pushed out into a sea
Of blood and grief
And yet no one shows empathy to those Who inhale these deadly blows
Human
Complex creatures
That fight to survive this
World full of madness and darkness
'till end
I see you cry.
You sob and you hold onto me.
Your hair is matted and tangled.
And you cry.
Your body shakes
With sobs that don't seem to stop.
Your hands wrap around me tightly
And you cry.
Suffocating in darkness
As a diseased light paved my way
I attempted to scale the barriers
That separated me from the outside where life thrived
She was a tree
Not because she was strong and sturdy
But because of her inability to keep her thoughts together
They fell like leaves on the sidewalk to be trampled by those who passed by
Whoever it was who said that war is heroic
Never stood in the midst of one.
Never felt the heat of a gun
Or heard the CRACK of bone
pierced by a hunk of lead.
Pursuing that which I desire,
With strong will on my side,
I never tire,
Forever in love I am,
With people,
With knowledge,
With all of man,
But my mind knows no bounds,
Running
And running
You can see the end
Running for hours
The crowd cheers
And shouts encouragement s
You keep going
Then there's a boom
There's so much commotion
Through my eyes
Your see the fear and pain.
A very negative pain that could hurt for life,
With nothing more than hate for you.
My boyfriend is a senior and he doesn’t have long
He has 6 college offers
2 are in IL, but not in Chicago
I can deal with that
4 are in other states, nowhere near Chicago
Ain’t nobody got time for that!
I don't understand
why the world is filled with violence
or why people hurt others.
I don't understand
why innocent men, women, and children are killed
when they had so much potential
I awaken to red and blue lights
The paramedics have arrived,
Pain in my head like after those late nights
I am thinking I should have died.
Chiquitita I am sorry
That you are blue and black
That he’s taught you that all you have worth
Is your body
And that you think that you are dumb.
Chiquitita it’s alright to cry
Mountain, built of wood and covered in silk
The fine covering serves to disguise
The hollow middle, full of devils and thieves,
And others of their ilk.
The tongues of the traitors lie and deceive
Countless words are left unspoken,
Tiny children’s hearts are broken.
The moon is faultless, bright as day,
Whispers are heard from miles away
People lye silently, afraid to die,
Those Hands
From his hands to the wall, that's what she goes through. From the wall, there's a fall, his knee meets her through. Bloody fist out her jaw, now whose the fool, because she knew what she would go through.
I thought if I closed my eyes,
I would go to sleep.
And dream of beauty and butterflies
and forget my broken wings.
Gliding across the sea,
Gazing up to the heavens
This is all I see
The final resting place
Sinking into the ivory lace
The shoals, the stepping stones
Call to me.
Guide my soul to you, to
Today is the day,
Where we decide aye or nay,
Where we can help those in need,
come on we can all hear them plead,
Help us! Help us! The grounds a fallen!
Parents are goin’ and children are ballin’
Red Orange yellow Green blue and violet
The colors of the rainbow but
Isn't it funny that you and my colors aren't there
So nonexistent like some say God is but
It's not what you see it's what you feel
Pretty young girl named Cree
Her boyfriend always giving her the third degree
"Who you with?" "Where you at?"
When he doesn't get the right answer he hits her with a bat
How is that? She says she love him like crazy
Never again do I want to see such pain and hurt in her eyes,
But time after time I look for and wait to hear her cry.
She says there’s no one who can save her, but I have to try.
I can't take it
Everywhere I look there is despair
The news informs me of the horror in which I live
Another man dead from the war
Thirty kids dead in a school shooting
I can't handle this world of despair
BAMB! was that the door? I heard my heart thud in my chest.
my chest, so shaken up, my throat so hard to swollow.
clinching. my hands and teeth. just hearing the scream.
PLEASE STOP!
The Windy City
Where guns haunt innocent souls
This city is cold
The world claims to care
With more killings than the war
It is hard to sleep
You are hurting her,
more than you know.
Cuz she won't admit it
Her feelings won't show.
You lacerate her,
stroke after stroke
then you kiss that bitch
she's been broken.
You call me son.
I call you by name.
The things you have done
You should be ashamed.
You say you are a better man,
You want me to see.
My eyes are open
To the man who stands before me.
She blasts the radio trying to drown out the sounds of her mother wailing, father wailing on her mother, but neither TLC, 3LW, nor Destiny's Child is loud enough to cover her mothers screams.
I dreamed I was a monk,
I dreamed I was a man,
I dreamed I was everywhere—
everywhere became what I am.
Why was it that I could not look at you without smiling the rest of the day?
I would walk by the corridors gazing at the distance, seeing no one but you.
Your laugh, your smile, your voice, all charmed me.
Innocent bystander shot dead
19 18 ages all over
Over shoes is ridiculous
Robbed stabbed shot
Over some shoe called foamposites
Maryland Virginia DC
Multiple dead
Outside the foot locker
I saw a honey bee
On the ground, it
Looked as if asleep;
Dead but whole and
Complete. To express
my respect I watched
the sun set next
to it—two meters in be
-tween. Then as the sun
Such little hands
With little fingers
Such small feet
With little toes
Sandy loves to play outside
Sandy loves to sing as loud
as she can
Sandy loves to love things
She loves pink and dresses
It starts off slow, a tugging at the heart.
A sort of deep ache welling up within the subconscious
Something that cannot be expressed in words
You see them talking, laughing, but not
like they care if you see
Caw, caw, caw!
The crow goes.
Boom, boom, boom!
My heartbeat grows.
I stare at my window Waiting, waiting.
Fear enveloping my mind and soul.
I was a pumpkin
…once
Grown and harvested in the richest soil
My flesh could have fed
My seeds could have rooted
My life could have been meaningful
But instead of enriching the potential I had,
I could see the terror and fright in your eyes
Got stabbed by a shank maybe struck by a wrench
Innocent bystander
Wrong place at the wrong time
I dont speak slander
Hey there, pretty lady.
That’s who I am tonight, Pretty Lady.
Pretty Lady this morning
Pretty Lady after this crap job
Pretty Lady now
Sometimes I see,
Things that I should not.
And sometimes I do,
But then I get caught.
I am never alone,
When I am near.
But when I am alone,
I never fear.
I am a woman
So you think I am weak
I am a woman
I'm alone in these streets
You put your hand on my stomach
I said not to touch me
You continued
To make your way down to my pelvis
You feel alone don't you?
Your heart is aching with an unbearable pain.
He hurt you. And he was the one you trusted most.
He broke that and you are mad and upset.
Tip, Tap, sharp pebbles fly
blistering as they hit;
slices that never heal, incurable.
Severed from reality,
a shun full of force.
"Freak"
"A joke"
I hear gunshots, people screaming and they all are running and the heaven gates have opened so the angels are coming. It all started at a party on a wonderful night, there wasn’t an argument not even a fight.
Will that day come? The day when violence will cease. Fighting increases through out the years because of people and their beer. We fight constantly over little things if it were me I would say stop me!
A yell, a hit, a tear.
Sounds echo in my thoughts
Why am I ignorant? Why do I lie?
I dream; I don’t remember
Well it's nothing new,
Nothing to shake the rattles in the mind
Hair like ebony fuzz upon her head
With ancient dry skin drooping down her face
Square spectacles frame her weary eyes red
Tired from the toil she must embrace
Ashy, hairless arms splotched with burns and scars
This man has given
everything he has
has given
so many years of his life
for you.
To protect you.
And you have the nerve -
the sheer audacity -
to fight?
Your petty argument
Eyes hold the truth
Black, blue, or green
No matter the color
They can still be seen
I look into his eyes
And I see the truth
The truth he tried to hide
But it made its way through
Afraid it will come back
Up like a shadow
Up like his smoke
Rolling in with the tide
Even when I hide
I'm afraid it will find me
I'm afraid I'm still to week to fight
Because I remember how
A crow's warning, the dark, soft death is near.
The danger is in the cruel, withered rage that keeps you in its grip.
The black grave, though rare, turned the girl drowsy as she struggles with her grief.
The screams of bullets pierce the sky,
As sounds of suffering resound across the night.
The little boy with the gun wondering "Why?"
Stands in the middle of this agonizing sight.
Hidden from the world, years spent tucked away
Did you hear me calling? Crying out your name?
Shunned and left alone, corners and dark rooms
A child with open scars, and burning wounds.
I do not understand
Why I was ignored
I do not understand
Why I was turned away
I do not understand
Why I was not believed
Why I was thought to be a liar
Just like I do not understand
ghastly silence crept in
like high tide in spring. flooding. subduing.
spilling
over echoes of playful banter. one, two, buckle my shhh---
until
On the block I saw a J-Rock with his hand on his glock looking like he wanted to pop so I, went to tell him stop. See, he just go out the pen and another strike he’ll get life in the pen and I’m his only friend, knew him since we was 10.
