opportunity
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What race? Human race?
Stop talking about race
Start talking about space
Start talking about grace
Start talking about behavior
I have never really been a person to really enjoy when it was Spring,
Because I never really sat back and thought about all of the changes and the beauty that it can bring.
SOFTLY HAVE FAITH
They wanna
bury me
ain't worry,
but
rather I sprout
out
because I'm
a seedling
star.
Stay
flurry, road
to glory.
OPPORTUNITY
"opportunity isn't far but it usually
hides in difficult circumstances and
it takes optimism to figure out."
#c9_fm
come along to the new year
where everyone can see
a world of opportunity
the people are abuzz
with new ideas
of how to face their biggest fears
a chance for a do-over
The opportunity to do what others can’t
Inspires me to win.
This might come off strange and self-serving.
Some might call it a sin.
One thing that can never be disproven,
Is that time one way or another,
Will always keep moving,
The clock on the wall,
Will forever tik onward,
That is why my motto,
Is to always move forward,
There was a sadness I revered,
But never possessed,
Because there was youth
And opportunity to spare,
But as life ebbs,
And opportunities recede,
I know that sadness for real,
Lurking in the shadows always listening to others.
Having no voice nor opinion growing up.
I'm standing at the bottom of the world,
Looking up at the top
Begging,
Pleading,
Crying
For someone to drop a rope
So I can climb up,
Because I'm slowly drowning down here,
"Lucy,
Lucy,
No."
She whispers to her hands.
She cries to the company.
We stare,
curiously,
judgementally.
From cold ashes, the Phoenix rises
From discarded marble, David,
From clang of pipes, Symphony
From rot of seed, Sequoia
From acid and heat, Gold
From bone-crushing pressure, Diamond
A letter to the Universe
The first bell, it rang at 8:05
The first day when he stepped his feet on the Holy ground
United States, the land of opportunity
When I think clouds,
I see dreams unending
A world worth exploring
Goodness simply existing
When I think clouds,
I know that even when
they aren't large enough to see
They say we only do drugs like we got no ambition,
We take it personal cause deep inside we're on a mission,
But people see only the worst like they got tunnel vision,
They make us look so pathetic as if we got no wisdom,
When the clouds block out the sky
I won't forget
There's still a sun, a sky after rain
I'm still
A little flower, letting go
Of what I think I know
America the
For∙mi∙da∙ble: “Inspiring fear, or
respect
through being impressively large, powerful, intense or capable.”
America is
There’s always been problems
That much is a fact.
From the moment the pilgrims stepped foot on this land.
They were refugees
Fleeing from religious oppression
That made themselves a home
Wakey-wakey, get out of bed
The sun is shinin'
The dogs are barkin'
But this pillow is a perfect fit, to cradle my head.
There are things to be done,
Always things to be done.
The Sky
Is a blank canvas
Just past dawn
Yearning for blue eyes, brown eyes, grey eyes, sad eyes,
To acknowledge its beauty and potential.
The Sky
Is a blazing masterpiece
Of mixed hues
What is the life of another boy worth?
Should I question the importance of why,
We suffer more loss on this planet called Earth?
A brown skinned boy with ambitions to fly.
Time will run out
You may never have another chance again
Just get at it
Make great usage of the opportunity at hand
This is your moment
You can be great
But, you have to get started somewhere
The Light outside a window vibrant, appreciatedA new day, this novel Light. A fiery presence so often exploited,A constant so plentiful-A guiding brilliance.
Today, today I swim in the bay, the bay of life;
Teeming with opportunity and challenge they say, the bay the bay.
Enter the water and glide don't stray, the bay, the bay will lift you today.
though some few years since Bending Toward Justice storied treatise hot off the pressriveting, nauseating, disquieting wanton venomous unfairness, tremendous
If only
my life were a constellation,
memories glittering still and silent
as stars hung together in the sky.
My life is only
a fleet of rowboats searching
anxiously for a sudden light
Pack your suitcase, get on the plane
Barely four, barely knew my name
It's time to leave my home behind
In search of freedom and peace of mind
Brand new country, "paved with gold"
Every time we open our mouths
And thoughts begin to just pour out,
IDEAS are traded and brought to light
Opportunity has a cost.
Pass it up and take a loss.
It could just be a passing glance,
so hurry up and take the chance.
Nothing lost and nothing gained,
if not honor lightly stained.
Where am I going?
What am I doing?
That's how I lived my life.
Question after question,
Never clear what I wanted.
Until reality hit me.
Waisting potential.
Missing my chance to live my dream.
We dream about anything to absolutely everything.
It's time now this new idea of a new millennium, centenium
Coming only every few years or so.
Don't think you're delirious because I'm being serious.
The journey awaits
Get ready to embark
We don’t want to be late
It’s almost time to start
The ship is ready
Strong and tall
It is steady
And sure won’t fall
Life is payday.
You have fifty dollars in your pocket
along with the daydreams of what you might buy
roses for your future lover
the promise of opportunity.
Life is tax day.
Its sad how those with all the economic resources are born into the glamorous life of a rich education. They might not want it but yet again, they might. I know I want it but I wasn't born white. I wasn't born into that life.
Broken roads engulfed with rubble
A heart apiece, blind eyes focusing
Who can stand to face the trouble
The hearts that burn, spurned
Eager to face another day, wanting
Aren’t laws and regulations supposed to be great for our country?
Well, I am a clear example that this is not true
The government thinks that separating a family because of immigration issues is ok
One day
I will be a guidance counselor
One day
I will be so much more
But most of all
One day,
I will be rich
I would be the richest person in the world
How would you describe yourself?
An angel, a fox, a snake, a gazelle.
A young, fine woman that's worth the wealth,
Or just another street looker with something to sell.
Or maybe you can be a college girl,
Because my mother was an immigrant, and young, and single,
I've been written off.
They say I am most likely to drop out of school and become pregnant out of high school
like my mother.
I have a dream that one day race, socio-economic status, gender, religion, ability, or sexual orientation will no longer serve as obstacles to justic
I would have $5 for ever hungry child I see on the street
Give the homeloess man that lives in the tunnel a cup of coffee each day
Cover the backs of those without a shirt
If I could change the world
There are people with no homes,
These people need it more.
If I had money I would give it to them,
Why would I spend it all on me when people out there need it more?
These people didn't choose to be like this,
Imagine that!Many don't believe due to grief and past expierence.Some believe, receive not have not.Is there less oportunity and less educated?Is there less jobs with lessor pay?
Imagine that!Many don't believe due to grief and past expierence.Some believe, receive not have not.Is there less oportunity and less educated?Is there less jobs with lessor pay?
Scratch, Scratch, Scratch, over the post-wood patch
Black blood spewed out into familiar shapes,
Ranted recited, and recognized by the few
OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS
A PRESENCE BEYOND THE THRESHOLD OF THE PRESENT EXISTANCE
THE KNOCKING IS PERSISTANT
HOW DID IT COME SO FAST
OUR ADOLESENT YEARS THAT HAVE COME TO PAST
BUT OPPORTUNITY IS KNOCKING
Heart pumping quicker
Fingers sliding on glass
The picters are clearer
and so is my desire.
Ive been surrounded with culture,
great food and dreams.
I've seen others make it,
“Lucky”
One day at school
hands shot up
across the room,
for show and tell.
Lailah went to Disney world.
She had her mouse ear cap on
and pictures glued to a piece
Today is another day in the books,
Nothing to cause any strange looks.
But what if today could be a big day?
Come out and suprise you in come crazy way?
Out of the mundane do significant things occur,
I am the one who everyone calls short
I am the one who often needs support
I am the black ballet who dreams
My dreams are real
My hopes are precious
My hard work is golden
I am the hunter, she is the bird.
I reach and reach but cannot hold.
Opporunity is her name.
She flaps her wings and flies away.
I hit my head, again and again.
On the cold hard ground in pure frustration.
It’s kinda funny sometimes
When I’m chatting online with my friends
Ranting about the immigrant child life
Trying to make my case to those who don’t understand
Funny because all my messages
Come out
Courage, the pride of a lion. The heart of a marine. Something everyone strives to acheive, but many fail. Is courage best earned when it is ignited from love, anger, or fear. The costs can be high but the reward is sweet.
Before I step on the spotlight, I dip my pointe shoes on Rossin.
Adrenaline pumps my blood and my senses change; I am not myself anymore.
Once the melody strikes, the brain doesn't think, it feels and creates something beautiful.
Opportunity
Opportunity comes to the door
What is it that we are looking for?
Will I make it? Am I ready?
Questions which cause hearts to beat unsteady.
Strong hearts though full of fear
Why do i write?
I write because the paper listens better than a loved one.
why do i write?
i write because the pen has the ability to bring peace or destroy civilizations.
why do i write?
Is education the key to success?
Education alone does not change the world; it is merely a part of that change.
Thoughts, determination and perseverance, on the other hand, hold a bigger part in the key to success.
Open Sky
It's a new day.
The rain is gone.
I can finally breath
without being drowned.
The opportunity to better myself begins,
now.
When I try the sky fills with light
A light from the fire in my eyes
The heavens open and opportunities rain down
All I need to do is reach out and grab them
Why is it so hard to open my eyes
One more day, one more way
Time leaves my side
Splendid hours spill
My hands cannot fill
I cup little to nothing.
Had I different hands
Might I have more?
If the world was my classroom,
I would teach a girl to learn and to love,
And not go to jail.
I would teach a girl to not envy but embrace,
To push onward even when it seems like there is no escape.
Safe is a word that bounces in my chest, it holds my breath in after thoughts like "future"
Take it away, can you arrange my life so I don't cry at night?
Wake up! Shine and rise! Wipe the dream goo from your eyes,
Scrape the slob streaks from your cheek, off to the mirror--take a peek;
Slam
another door closed
another opportunity lost
Slam
this needs to stop
how many more
children
students
parents
will it take?
Slam
you need to stop
we need to stop
Our time is now,
Our time is now.
When words are not enough
Great men stand tall
And society’s instrument
Becomes victim to the reins.
Opportunity is a simple word that means so much. It can bring dreams, hope and aspiration in our lives, but can also make us chose the path we want to follow in life.
Back in the ‘60’s the movement began
From Memphis to Selma the freedom trains ran
Rallies and demos the fires did fan
As civil rights came into focus
America
Land of the Free, Home of the Brave,
The Land of the Depraved and Enslaved
Where voting is a universal right fought for by centuries of plight