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You need to act more lady-like.
Your posture is bad,
sit up straight.
Cross your legs when you sit.
Never kiss a man on the first date,
you see I live in my mind
of course there is no escape
ever since I was 5 years old
I have been a victim of rape
but I put a smile on my face
to keep everyone else okay
not worrying about
Close your pretty eyes,
Let your mind be clear,
give it many tries,
until your vicinity disappears.
Can you feel your sunshine soul?
Can you hear your heart of gold?
Can you perceive your passion for life,
I don't want to have meaningless sex just to get it out of the way.
I want a love that's real,
Powerful,
Exciting.
I don't want something that's based solely on physical attraction and longing.
A smile is the most potent weapon you have
That neutralizes even your harshest critics
It bails you out from the trickiest of situations
Ever fumble for an answer this would be your best response
When she looks in the mirror she sees something strange
she doesn't see a normal girl
she doesn't see an athlete
she doesn't see a musician
she only sees herself
When she looks in the mirror she sees something strange
she doesn't see a normal girl
she doesn't see an athlete
she doesn't see a musician
she only sees herself
There's a footprint in the snow outside my bedroom window. It is simply one footprint, there is no pair, there is no pathway. It is in the center of a field of white. I don’t know whose it is, and I don’t know how it got there.
I'm Unchained.
I'm Django trying to fandango.
Only I have the key though,
and it fits the hole
Like wack-a-mole with a bowl
my mind is swole.
I need paper.
Without I'm nothing,
I remember when mommy told me
that if you trust a man, he will hurt you.
I never thought much of this. Instead of
listening to her, I asked, “mommy, where
is daddy?”
The godess Athena used to spend her time helping soilders win battles, now she's in the front line herself. However, you won't find her on your traditional battle field. Instead, she's leading a march fighting for womens rights.
I am not your magic wand. I will not come when you beckon for my flesh. I will not grant your every wish like a genie in a lamp, a slave to your waking whim. I am not chained in bonds of service. Nathan is a free elf.
I am rolling hills of Kevlar skin
I am night before the days begin
I am terra cotta heart
I am stories yet to start
I am bones of solid gold
I am young, but I am old
I am war yet to be won
You know how frost spreads on a window? A collage of crystals forming in unique shapes and sizes. Stretching out at a steady speed til it encompasses the whole window in ice. Or how a fire burns a sheet of paper.
My body is a skyscraper
Yeah you heard me right
It’s 6 miles high and made of glass
To stand out in the night
My body is a skyscraper
With legs of stainless steel
Holding up my giant frame
She was like no other.
Her spirit alone, had enemies love one another.
The words she spoke were very charismatic.
You would be drawn in without a literal magnet.
Wisdom was one of her great powers.
If you are going to force me to walk through hell,
then I swear I will knock down everything in my path.
You will watch the cell that you’ve built me crumble to the ground
as I scratch and scream and crawl my way out.
Our darkened skin this phase which is the most prime phase will never end
love your skin God created you in, with all that melanin we will never become
evanescent
I’m the type to creep up on your mind at 3 in the morning
Leave you in wonder if you should hit my line or let me be
The impact I have on you leaves you wondering what it could be
If it would be
If it should be
Ode to the color grey
Ode to all the haters,
That crash hard and leave asteroid-sized craters,
that rip,dash,and slide over us like skaters,
She's a five foot fighter
Her eyes tame fires
Girl Scouts trained her to be a survivor
She is someone everyone admires
Not the best driver
When life backfires,
It doesn't deprive her
They see me
I see them
they go towards the future and I while I try figure out time
Its a wave till it reaches a shore
Reach is the definition of time
With time they are able to see me
Poetry allowed people to been seen and heard.
With their voices they told stories.
Some of those stories portrayed a variety of struggles that people faced.
While others showed positive aspects of their lives.
Dear Brad,
I just wanted to thank you…
thank you for being my step-dad, my guardian, and my protector.
These are words I wish I could say to you.
I am made of fireworks,
and electricity,
and chemical reactions.
I radiate warmth
as strong as
a heatwave in the desert.
I taste like pop-rocks
fizzing on your tongue,
Dear Graduates,
We are born of the world.
So introspective.
So divine.
Yet we tend to lose ourselves in the struggles
and daily routines,
Dear Ex,
I’m not plastic. I’m real, but you didn’t want that.
You wanted something recycle and used over and over again.
You never wanted lovin, you wanted 5 minutes of a “good time”.
I am a girl. I am a woman. My sex is girl. I am powerful. I am worthy. In this man made world, I am sturdy. I will not let you look at me any less than you look at yourself. I am amazing. I will NOT LET YOU BELITTLE
Their hands intertwined, eyes locked, lips magnetize, claiming intimacy.But his clever lines don't tamper with her pastUnless he's eager to ask"How many boyfriends have you had?"
Since when did Princess
mean damsel in distress?
Since when did beauty
become our strict standard?
Since when did worth
correlate to marriage?
I am intelligent
How can you love someone else with out loving yourself?
How can you hurt yourself when you stopped beliving in yourself
you are a queen rule your empire.
The war on drugs still rages on
In the slums of harlem, the slums of detroit.
We pride ourselves on a free market but the most
Free of all is one we do not allow.
We live in a society where defiance of authority is insubordinate.
Where the human race individualism comes correlative.
To perform an action that the people see as unethical,
Yet we struggle in a world that is identical.
The end seemed close by
Paralyzing and choking
My voice imprisoned
But the beauty of novels
Freed my voice and expression
what exactly must i do
to attract the gaze God gave to you?
and what exactly must you hear
to suddenly know you want me near?
i know it's nothing i can say
to change my image in your brain,
The power of poetry is incredible.
To pick up a tool and paper and decide,
I will change something,
with words...
is extremely powerful.
Humans have the ability to communicate,
I was raised to be proud, confident, to embrace full.
To ignore the mugs of the brighter skin, Living Melanin.
To wear my curly fro & deny any hands to touch for it was my crown.
I am Poetry
I envision my life as lyrics to music
Ahhh the floetry
P for Powerful
I am powerful with the words that I write
My tongue is the sword that shines when there is no light
A notebook. A pen. Swirling thoughts raced inside my head. Biting lips. Darting eyes. My emotions were in disguise. Overwhelmed? Yes that’s true. It left me with only one thing to do.
Authors are powerful peopleThere is no limit to what they can doThey have the power to make you ecstatically happyAnd make you have a heart attack, too
I have this friend,
She's super nice but she is really racist.
I have this friend,
He's so good-looking but he just a little sharper than the floor I'm standing on (if you know what I mean)
I have this friend,
I am fire
Wild and unforgiving
Soothing yet destructive
My lips? They cannot be sealed
I cannot be contained
I started out as a match
Insignificant, quiet
But now I am a raging inferno
I have been a certified heart breaker since the first grade.
Those were the days when everyone was your valentine.
I remember waltzing in on Valentines day in 1st grade
sitting down on my perfectly decorated chair.
There’s something glorious about being a woman
Like the feel of Saturday mornings when you don’t have to go anywhere
And the sky is painted with lilacs and periwinkle and you wonder
“Why do I ever go to Sunday school
us black women,
like samples at a grocery store
set out to be picked over but is
never fully paid for .
9 $10s
90 $1s
900 dimes
9000 pennies
Is that my worth?
People, they're meant to be priceless
Traffickers, they call them useless
Victims, they feel so hopeless
All this less,
When will some one find and keep me? They all see a piece of me and not the full me. I'm either intelligent, pretty, funny, or anything else that people see on the outside.
I am a woman. Therefore, I am power.
A typical woman is said to bloom like a flower.
Why bloom like a flower, when you can sting like a bee?
I am fearless, and I will be a queen.
Journey Toward Success
I've always wanted to succeed,
To show people what all I can be,
Yes I woke up like this,
Flawless. With my hair a mess.
I don't care about what they say,
I love my messy hair anyway.
Golden locks streaming down my back.
It's a wonder that I have survived so long without your help.
How it is possible, I have no idea.
Maybe it's my willpower or my lifestyle.
Watever the cause, I am having fun with no you in my life.
I speak in undulations to you- formless master (nourishment has no price except existence)
The other day I was met with a question that I didn’t quite have an answer to.
In the middle of class, they said “Who are you?”
Now this sounds a bit strange, seeing as I had been
Music uplifts the strings on my guitar,Hockey uplifts the puck on my stick,Education uplifts the knowledge in my head,Preparedness uplifts the opportunities in my life,Work uplifts the money in my pocket,
I learned a lesson that made me think about how the world can be
sometimes you have to get stung in order to learn that it hurts
Powerful Women
Part I
People are afraid of powerful women…I think.
My mama once told me “beware of sparks.”
Because sparks are usually the beginning of something bigger
Of a fire
We dem boys
Them boys that do great things
Them boys that after we do it you want to do it too
No need for twitter to tell me I’m trending
I’m black,
I’m trending everyday
When you walk upon this Earth...every seed, grain of dirt, leaf, flower, weed, patch of grass, dot of sand, piece of ice, snow, rock, mud; all that you step upon is now part of your trace.
My mind has seasons of its own.....crashes by stainless pressure
critical remarks of laughter that i dont find amusing
Her stride so poised
She floats with every step she makes in her nude Pigalle heel
Demeanor, so regal it demands respect
Love is everything
in science love is reproduction
in poerty love is tragedy
in movies love is fate
in childhood love is grotesque
in war love is scarce
in time love is stronger
The universe bleeds racism of humanity and sexuality.
But for some reason it does not bother me.
It is what it is.
The "L" in life I abbreviate as living. You may character living as oxygen and movement. I character living as a timeline for improvement. Living is not a choice, nor a demand. Living is a given gift from the most powerful hands.
Aisles of white, and read
By scholars and hoodlums alike,
Segregated by understanding, sight
Of the future is too often said.
The march of the Pedagogue
Held count by the beads of the Abacus,
As she stood in the clearing with a circle of flames burning dangerously around her, her dark thoughts began coming to the surface.
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
I am tonight’s DJ.I am neon strobe lights having a seizurein warehouse storage rooms. My music floods
It started with a sharp point and a pink ball on the other side. My thoughts wonder wonderously as the minute hand laps the hour hand. As my heart synced with the clicking of the clock's minutes so did my hand to my heart and mind.
Student:
Thump, tap, scratch, groan,
Clock sounding ticking tock ticking.
Sigh, glance, slouch, count,
Steps and monotonous lectures.
We hold a high position.Standing with a strong attitude in the way we walk and talk.No man will respect the women who can’t run her own race, but every man will respect the woman who can hold her own.
Chased down the halls,
Laughter pounding your ears.
Kids yelling names your way.
As you run, you grow smaller.
Fianlly,
Find your favorite teacher.
Plead for help,
It has been an undertaking since civilization began,
Striving to decipher the sensation of touching your lover’s hand.
Attempting to make sense of the powerful chaos and confusion,
Caused by love’s entire disillusion.
My mind is depraved. A sarcastic fringehead, erasing my thoughts faster than they can swim. Breathing in water, my lungs fill with salted froth. I bite my tongue and an acrid brine pervades the void.
Will this gun violence ever stop?
Will we have to wait till we've heard the trigger click of the last glock?
My eyes are weary. My body is awake
My spirit lay ready to bask in her wake
Ablaze with Lust I'm searching her ever word.
Looking for what isn't there.
Creating world's just so for you and I. We
At the end of the day everything is done for a single idea.
A single feeling. And that is happiness.
Happiness is not an object. It is not a person place or thing.
A piece of paper determines your fate, whether you end up in the slums and out in the rain.
A word was born today. Can you guess the word? Let me give you a hint. It's mother was from Athens, Greece and the father was Latino.
A troubled mind
Coupled with
A wounded heart
Shelter finds
In words and lines
That bring about
Through verse and prose
A peace of mind
That holds a power
And mine alone
What is it that gives a word power
Is it the tone of your voice, the way you emphasize, and prophesize
Or does it come from your soul, pouring out every second, every hour
Sheila was the biggest girl in fourth grade
With skyscrapers as legs and eagle wings as arms,
She looked down at the rest of us, and liked it that way too.
No one ever told her what to do. Not even Ms. Johnson.
A dream seems like such a harmless thing
but one day its bound to grow
with a fresh pair of wings
it flies and it flies high
far from reach and far from thought
You say you don’t like us
That you can’t stand us at all
You say that we come here illegally
To steal all your jobs and stores
You say we don’t speak like you
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"
No one told me about the
Importance of taking advantage of my education
While it was still free.
Instead they just continued to talk through me
Past me,
I am bilingual, and beautiful
I wonder why the worlds so cruel.
I hear Oh's and Ah's when I say I am Latina and proud!
I see people of color everyday
I want equality in every way,
that's what i want.
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.
I will not hold back, even if it's the last thin i do, i will stick to my plans and keep moving on, for I am sweet and caring in the outside world, but I am strong-willed at heart.
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.
When stress bothers where I lay,
a poem becomes the sweet lullaby that keeps it away.
When I am feeling something that is hard to express,
a poem helps me do my best.
When ideas are hard to put on paper,
Words can be quite powerful things
With all the emotion that they bring
They make descriptions more beautiful
They make your speech more powerful
It all lies in the choice of a word
The wrath of wind, it comes and goes,
The fear of men, no longer blows,
The hunger of fire, it does devour,
But all who give in, it will sour,
The strength of water, cannot be matched,
I have a dream,
That we women don’t have to fear wearing a skirt,
Without being yelled at by a jerk.
I have a dream,
That we women are treated like women not sex slaves.
The change it blows,
across the sky.
The wind it grows,
as seasons die.
Heralding might,
with each new dawn.
Winning the fight,
through guise of calm.
They say to sit down,
want me to shut up.
They say I'm too young,
I can't know.
Tell me I'm ignorant,
I'm naive.
But I am experiencing,
right here, right now.
Where were you mom on my first day of school?
Where were you mom when that first A rolled through?
Where were you mom to know your child’s favorite colors?
Other moms know theirs you don’t even bother.
A ripple in the distance calls,
Softly falling on this stranger’s ears.
I feel it dripping on my brain already,
Inviting me to drain assumption.
Soon my consciousness is saturated,
I am the face of hard work and sorrow
Yeah a face that others have filled of horror
I am the face of the wanted person on the news
But look at me,really look, Can you see my bruise?
It takes real eyes to realize the real life
I used to see blind until I realized the real lies
I lived in a utopia where love was our core
But that’s when I was four, now the thought is nevermore
~chase your dreams
it took a lot of rocks
it took 10 times more stones
i took the wounds
i healed the broken bones
those were only things pushing me towards the throne
i never let you bring me down
This is the concrete jungle
With a pocket full of dreams
Where inspiration meets temptation
A city oy in a small town
The future is bright
My thoughts ride a higher train
Higher
Than intution
We were once a people.
We taught together.
We fought together,
For freedom.
Our people won.
Black teachers, doctors, politicians.
The sky was the limit.
We were family.
Daddy was always there.
I am a product of the Earth, much like you.
My people blossom in the motherland, soaking in the bright sun.
Our vines weave around the rough terrain, entangling in each other
We grow in these dense fields.
Speak your mind
It gets easier in time
Be you
That'll get you through
Self-esteem is a must to stay strong
It's okay if they think you're wrong
