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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.
Sirens scream into the night
Melted into the cries of people
Shattered glass on black paved roads
Littered like stars
Heart in thoughts of fear
They are thoroughly domesticated-
and some unfortunates
are driven to the point of cowering.
They will gladly beg
for a bone
and to receive table scraps-
is to be in Heaven.
Does the President hate us? Saying we only come to America to cause a fussI see on the news the hate crimes towards people like me Risking it all to come to this country just to fleeMy heart breaks as I think about those kids in the cagesWho have
A man has kidnapped two people and is demanding 50 million for their safe return.But people have discovered who the two hostages are and they are not concerned.
I dream of a better place, where everyone slows down and realizes that this life is not a race, that money is evil and should not be chased, but wait, we identify as human beings and not a particular race, where your actually innocent until they p
“it’s the people not the guns”
well now look at what you’ve done
you’ve trapped us in a corner
thinking we’ve got no where else to run.
Well we’ll march right up capitol hill
When incorrect feelings cloud my thinking and it feels into darkness im sinking i just see a world where....where Cain had never did it, he tried to lift the rock but in his soul he felt convicted
There's an issue
Somewhere
The issue is
Something
What it is
I don’t care
Because this issue
Whatever it is
Wherever it is
Can be solved
Flashing lights
Bright colours
On the side of eye sight
Memorised logos
Unconsciously
Remembering
Everywhere you look
Subtly influencing
Desensitizing
Part of life
america the free, that's what they say
i am free, that's what they say
you're free they say
i am free
Dear God
Why do you let me down?
I pray and pray, yet I still frown.
Is it something wrong with me?
Are my morals blinding me?
Is everything that I live by binding me to its rules?
Don't pretend to sympathize when we can see the greed in your eyes.
You say one thing, turn around and say another.
All you speak is lies.
A child constantly arguing who is right he's never wrong.
Dear Donald Drumpf,
I don’t quite see the appeal
Of a walrus wearing a toupee
Shouting out obscenities while I stand here in dismay
The country is in shambles
Ever so corrupted
Is our society
We need to lay hatred to bed
Yet the others do not see
I have become humanities scapegoat
Its as if this earth is on mute
Its arms around my throat
Hard working father, scraping by,
stares at the photo he keeps in his box
Soon as it hits 5, he’s off the clock
I will protest againt this insanity
Speak up without enmity
Even when they set their dogs loose
Because I won't tolerate this abuse
And we're not backing down
I refuse to be led by a clown
Hands over hearts, morning after morning
Some don’t bother speaking anymore
Their silence is louder than the words that flit around the classroom
Why pledge Allegiance to a country that has wronged so many?
my father's eyes arered, white, and blue.third generation immigrant,he is proud of what he has done,of what this country's allowed him to become.
"Make America Great Again!" It's the slogan we all hear.
"Americans are full of hate!" from the mouths of people that live here.
Many years of suffering and depression. And all for what?
America the Great,
America The beautiful
How can we say were the best when we fear everything that we don't know.
Have you heard, have you heard,
Of this feather-shedding bird,
The eagle, our freedom, our country, our cause?
It’s sick, it is, sick as a dog,
With dried up eyes and ears and tongues for laws.
Many minds rest on politics
So many engaged in the political
Yet the majority forget this is literal
When many are waiting for the fix
They are disappointed just with tricks
Not everything is okay. Fact of life, people. And more and more I look around and see people try to redefine "okay." Or try to figure out the way the world is best run Or what's the difference between messing up and just having some fun There's no
I'm all alone
In the zone
Tired of adults telling me I'm not grown
But I pay no mind
Not to the hypocrites who think they're on their grind
Not to the homeless who come begging for loose change
A kid who spits and stutters when he talks
Is scared to say a word
A girl who has to limp when she walks
Can never join the herds
And do we tell them they’re different
Or do we accept them for who they are?
I see nothing but negative changes
And a whole lot of racist faces
Politicians never would help me
Out of this abyss known as poverty
But hopefully though this education
I'll see a new world I've envisioned
The innocence and naivety of youth
Before you come to realize the dismal truth
That everything is dying before your eyes
And that the government does nothing but denies
Curious NaturesIn a more weak world the most aggressive advantagesdon't always deal in what is referred to as "fair consequence."
In one brief moment,
One fleeting spell,
I spoke too quickly
To do me well
My words, so hollow,
Then held weight
And thrust upon me
A heavier fate
My beloved Houses and Home
Hey! This is a poem that I wrote describing the unfair economic system in America and how I feel being a woman of color in the USA and the daughter of refugees.
Elephant and Donkey each gearing up
The day starts new the sun shines the elephant smiles
The Donkey watches the people smile
The Donkey rejoices with tears of zealous vigor
A new day begins, the sun fades
College.
Every young girl and boy's dream.
A place where you create your niche.
And become skilled.
Hopefully enough to prosper.
They build you up to it your entire life.
My mother of Resolution
A mother of hope
A listener of wisdom
My detective of crime
Understanding of all imperfections
Loving, caring, compassionate
Pain
I feel it taking over me inside
The cries, the struggles
The pain that needs to be set free
Why did you hurt me?
Why must I feel the way I do because of you
So many questions gone unanswered
Floating through an abyss of tears and fears.
Do they notice me? Can they help wipe the errors?
Dancing, twirling; I scream to be free.
One day they will see, it was me they always needed.
You tell us to prepare for college
And cram our brains with useless knowledge
That won't help us in our lives
Won't help us support our wives
Why am I learning about pre-calculus,
I feel the gazes
All the sages in the world couldn't take away the problems
The lie they tell
Is only a part of the pie they say sell
When we all fell
We were told that it was what we were all sold into
Harsh and cold
Is the shattered concrete
Click clicking beneath the feet
Of jostled ignorance
Heavily breathing
Pant panting anxiety
Beneath these metal ghosts
Take me back to a place worth seeing,
these bleeding rafters that hold mud ceilings,
we cry out to hear an echoes embrace,
for dreams laying hollow among this place,
Bells ring among powder's stench,
Music is my way of seeing
the world of its beauty
music is my way of knowing
the political wrongs and dreary's
music is my way of hearing
the ambient sounds of amazement
