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Speaking  Is a hard thing 
Brought into this world full of killers drug dealers crooked cops i look around and there's no one to help a would without heroes ? how have we survived this many years ?
YES. ALL WOMEN.  If my crossing to the other side of the road upsets your fragile ego
Becasue setreoypes exist
The best things in life are given, wisdom, love and peace. The goal is bending without breaking, The answer is to refuse defeat.
As I find myself wondering, who I really am I think to myself where I started, and how far I've come. I struggle to find what is me, and what is the creation, made by the media. I like to think that I am what I am,
School. A place where we learn An education is what we yearn Most looking to be successful and rich  Hoping to enter the world without a niche They say it's a scary world out there you will see
Remembering the time when I wanted to grow old faster. Thought things were easy as I’ve seen grown-ups do their way. As my height increase inch-by-inch The clothes I wear changes day by day  
I am a man, not an African American man as some may say but just a man. I only belong to one race and as the great Bruce Lee said that's the human race. Yet to win this race, I put on a mask that's fake.
Heart pounding, face flushed a crushing headache bum-rushed Breath ragged, star-crush the holy theme of hush hush
Why would we Who have so much to offer Want to hide behind a mask? Trying to blend with a crowd full of people all trying to be like everyone else We try to camouflage
Ovaries are key in a woman's health What happens when they cause a problem            Treatments can be dealt
Afraid to ask for counselAfraid of what they'll sayAfraid of being torn againAfraid of being away Steady is not my emotionsSteady is not my heartSteady like the wind which isSteady not from the start
Uncertainty is the life I am choosing, but is it not what I requested and demanded? Need knowing is not wanting, is not hoping. Where I end is where I choose, and what I love is what I choose.
Who I am, I am someone who is not who they appear to be, Secrets, are what make up who I am,  A past that haunts, however does not prevail over who I want to be, I am who I am, 
Whoa buddy Slow down Take the Turtle Road. But no, I have so many places to go. Let me hop on the freeway Breeze on through Ignore the distractions Keep your eyes on the road.
We have a tendency to hideEveryday before leaving homeWe put on our maskAnd leave to go into the real worldThere's almost no room for authenticityHow can we "just" be ourselves?Your beliefs, my opinion,
 I grew up in the  Bronx  Where gang war goes on Drung  Dealers  sell to crack heads   And teen mom raising babies Old people have no health care And homeless people have no where to go  
I meander through the neighborhood, searching for the house. Once found, I happily jump the 5 steps to the front door and pass a silhouette smoking a cigg.
Without a tongue how do we speak Without love how do we feel  Without lungs how do we breath Without faith how do we hope without hows, how can we accomplise anything  The world is filled with hows and whats
What is wise in this world twisted in concept What is wise when knowledge leads to destruction What is wise when our lessons become our undoing These questions I seek diligently for answers
I remember, when I was fourteen,  I found out my friend had been raped. I didn't even know what it meant  back then. My friend, she was a drug addict. Living with the trauma.
I can't see it come down my eyes, so i got to make this song cry. Fuck comb-overs. Fuck yellow grass.
I used to prefer ignorance But no, no, no,  I did'nt. I hated the mindset of "ignorance is bliss" I was a walking contradition  Bound to get hit with reality  
another day wasted on waiting for only you to come back to me
god i constantly feel like I'm screaming  i feel like I'm just crying into peoples ear drums  begging them to help me oh please oh god please help me i constantly feel like I'm clutching their hands
All the reasons I shouldn't write poetry. 
One more breath, taking it in. No holding back as I reach for your hand.
My moms sent me an email and said read it and do what I do best which is telling the truth.   See I’m only 20 and I love to spit the truth because I make people think about something that they thought they already knew.  
I have learned to appreciate water for it’s omnipotence   
Here I sit, Mind opened, Thoughts spilling onto the floor, Creating a raging sea. A sea so vast, A sea so wide, A sight so magnificent I nearly cried. There is no plan of action,
America land of the free
You say your fighting for freedom, your fighting for America,
You say your fighting for freedom, your fighting for America,
Caution: Steady stone unwilling to surrender A puzzle unfinished With undiscovered pieces
Has anyone seen such a beautiful sight?
Would if I saidthe chain of commandacross the barron,naked landwas nulled.Stopped by one, to standso high and mighty;Man.Suppose the theoryof God is true
You know what they say... Communication is key. Why speak? To be heard!
Are we a free people, a free country, with a truthful servicing of liberty and justice for all?
every night I rest my head,I rest it sometimes on a bed,my head is resting but my mind is racing,my mind is going so fast I feel like pacing,I have so much to think about,
A cage that houses the great unknown, filled with such vivid creations
My heart beats every second
The first time I picked up a pen to write - to write with purpose, searing intent stored in my mind - I was liberated, overjoyed! I was to let ring the deepest thoughts I could find:
I am a coward. I'm too scared to face myself.. Too scared to find myself. I'm always running away from thinking about the inevitable. I run away from reflecting on them.
I stared into the fire and found that I had become my shadow, slithering through castles young and old, who thunder about the earth in titan glory, while morphing my bones—to click and burn—aligning with yours.
Written from the observations of a young black woman who is tired of the same.  
a young woman usually finds herself bombarded by coments and misconceptions that a woman cannot be beautiful and still be an intelectual
Temptations, deceit Tricked, trapped, but it looks so good Ways of sin and men
The anger burning when I hear your name
With every Tick and Tock  Life goes on There is no pause No break Just the clock of time Continuing to tick and tock.  With every passing second We have an opportunity A choice.
Sea of Love By: Jimmy Orantes   The sea of love My darling Is where i found you Our eyes locked Our hearts stopped The stars aligned Oh, how we met by great design
We the People Of the United States, Driving our SUVs, A gun in the backseat. And yet we wonder why others Don’t trust us.   We the People Who argue “equality for all”
Excuse me,  you look familiar.  I swear we've met before. Are you the reflection I see in the mirror, Or the slam of a broken door?   You seem recognizable to me: an old childhood friend,
The water flows because it has nothing else to do. The sun shines because that’s all it knows how to do. The moon glows because that’s what it was told to do. My heart turns blue because all it knows is how to miss you.
I hate walking in the hallways Of my high school. For one thing, There are way to many people. They walk with no purpose While mine Is to get to class. Yes, there is 6 minutes
As she sits there crying, She regrets what she's done.  She says over and over to herself, "I am young and I don't mean anything I say."   A woman of loving arms wrap around her body,
Music is everywhere: In the grass, In the wind, In the books, In the kin. Even without acknowledment they play their tunes, not looking for acceptance, nor appreciation.
Stupid cigarettes remind me of you, Mornings, no longer something I look forward to, for it’s all so sour after being so right Now, I do not wish Day to turn into Night.
I want someone to look me in the eyes and tell me
Dear Dad, You know how much I miss you, But being a good father to your kids had always been an issue, Mom used to say that you were just a drug addict,
“I am, I am, I am.” Oh Sylvia, with your words of gold and your thunderstorm heart;  She whispered her poetic harmonies to me with her dead eyes and trembling hands.  
Good morning babe. The sun isn't shining yet, but my eyes are shining for you. The wind isn't beating yet, but my heart is beating for you. The world isn't breathing yet,
Looking into his eyes I see the pain
No, I don't wanna go where everybody knows my name, I don't wanna go where everybody glad to see me, this isn't cheers, I wanna go somewhere I can find me, I'm not tryna define me, I not a definition in a book full of non purpose words, I'm just
I’m speaking my mind to let them know that I’m not alone; I’ve got a home. I spread no evil; I cause no pain.
Traveling on my sub-conscience whim
Beast   Ego sum bestiam. I, I am the beast. I am no one’s keeper.  
Birth blesses an individual to be unique, special, and most of all different The mother is shy and caring, the dad is tough and protecting, and the siblings are the best of all
The power of money exists to define us,to strip away values from deep down inside us.To control the way of life we breathe,to decide a child's company.
Money, money, money For the nourishing food we eat Along with a refreshing drink And the occasional sweet treat
We all must stand the test of time Speak your mind when times get rough  The mountain awaits
I have notlistenedto anything you have justfinished explaining.Forgive me butI was daydreaming about somethingmore important to me thanwhatever it was you said.
I am a living computer I survive on electricity I read sound waves and light waves I have motion sensors, proximity sensors, and heat sensors installed I can analyze chemicals, airborne and otherwise
I used to care too much, now I do not care at all, I have been up with my "friends", but they all watched me fall. My trust was so giving, I thought I was content,
People tell you to speak your mind, but not to be rude. They do not want to hear lies, but say they want the truth. Honesty comes off as being rude, the truth comes off as being too blunt.
  I literally felt it
Hope - a vivacious fire,
Back when freedom was leaving them bleeding out
If I could compare the mind
It’s not that difficult, To just go along with my life. It’s my decision, So warn me And let me make my own mistakes.
War on Women  
Who am I? I see these models and stars and feel so small. People who have what they will always need. Who am I? Compared to the ones in Hollywood I am no one.
I hear you, I am listening Every word exiting your mouth, your soul, your very being I hear you But hearing is much different than understanding.
They tell me that I need to search That all I have to do is look and I can find it. Easy for them to say. Yet here I am having a fit, Trying to find this little shit. 
In the begining we were all the same Men and women with out a name But, differences made us who we are Characteristics, colors, and all In the end we weren't meant fit in to one frame  
Free-for-all America turns itself into thirds: Democrats, Libertarians, Republicans. Ideals upon policies upon slanders building on each other Make the basis. But never a sound comes from the reasonable.
What makes my brain tick? Could it be the pricking thorns that my finger may prick? Does danger bring out my thoughts more Than a loved one stepping out the door?
He was that person who made you wonder who he was,
it comes, it takes, like a thief in the night  no worry, mercy... it has no heart you cannot see this entity  with sight this thing that comes has perfected it's art   
The Past Something we all have But we all don't wish to remember Something that can make us Or break us The Past Something that holds our strongest memories But how strong they are
Some words can be traded, but not taken back Some goals can be set, but not quickly accomplished, So for the future of us, let’s set our words right before our goals.
Upendo; I miss you Your not just simple attraction, you know That feeling you feel when someone your feeling is feeling you Up
The ivory keys creep through my fingertips like the soles pressing against bustling streets. Moving their way up and down while different voices are heard aloud.   When I approach Broadway
Jenna we are so glad for you and Frank. We hope you make him walk the plank. Make sure you are aware of the shank. He usually keeps it in the shark tank. Maybe keep yours in the bank.  
My mind is quickly racing. I can't slow down its pacing. I'm left here struggling, chasing.   My mind is never dead, Even when I lay down his head. I recall everything you ever said.  
I walked with my head down Noticing every crack in the ground In order to keep from falling. I walked like that for years Until the day I looked to hard at the ground And ran right into you.
We fought We served To fight for a cause  A cause that stemmed from Freedom An idea rooted in the belief that We fought  We carried rifles We wore the uniforms We fought
The word c
Does any man 
I often find myself falling in love. With bright eyes, goofy smiles Broad shoulders and tanned skin I often find myself falling in love With tall shadows, two left feet Edges and a dash of masculinity
Blindly rushing into battle, No thoughts of the other side, Just their family, their country, and their pride   They are terrorists, They are muslims, They are evil, No god among them  
Is love like a creation?, Is it like a sketch?, 
“what are you?”
Memories of failed fantasies, fill his mind, pushing him to the edge, where the darkness, just isn’t enough anymore.
  What explains the difference among differences? My mind troubled by the puzzle A maze in which chaos makes sense Differences more acceptable than others Lost, tumbled, shaken, and forgotten
So…you want me to “Speak my mind”? Do you want what’s in my head, my heart, a little of both combined? Am I just supposed to trust that you care about my thoughts deeply,
You can write a good song In a minute or two I want to write a song Dedicated to you   I do not understand How you can write a song You make it seem simple But my ballad sounds wrong
Recently I learned that glasses have gender   That the colors we see  
I am a dreamer, I am a believer, I am a changer, In a world that sits still, I am a go getter,  In a world that sits still, I am a dancer,  I am an entreprenuer, a risk taker,  A dreamer, but in vain.
No thank to mani-pedis I'll pass on the spa   Spend your paycheck on produce
Should I have hiden my desirable body  Because boys will be boys Should I have coated my body with clothes Because it was tempting, it was not his choice Should I of kept my guard up 
So Dream Away By Elizabeth Dresdow   What is a Mind? What makes up a mind? Does it have infinite possibilities?
So many words in my headall of them left unsaid
Wasted freedom adjourned by the linguistically-challenged society. A wreckage in my brain driving me to the point of insanity, manicuring each  segment to be 
I see sparks fly Moon light
When I look at you I often wonder if I am acctually dreaming,
Every single lonesome day I’m blown away By your obsession with another human being How could you just ignore your daughter
Chaos burned in her questioning eyes. Chaos tumbled through her curly hair. Chaos lingered on her waiting lips. Chaos was sitting there. Chaos was the passion with which she kissed.
Matthew 7:12. Do unto others whatsoever you would like them to do to you. Why is this concept so HARD to comprehend?
Who am I and who do I want to be? Maybe a teacher, lawyer, or simply just me. I want to be a person who chooses to do right. No matter who laughs and mocks me all night. The world is mean and cruel.
  I am trapped.
i want to live.
I was good for you. I had everything I needed in you. We clicked. We matched. And I blew it. I’m sorry.   I was never bad enough for you. Not risky enough. Too safe. Not enough fun. Too shy.
What makes my brain tick? It happens when my thoughts just click. Through my eyes, I can see A great big world in front of me. My mind helps me make the right choice To help me find my own voice.
When I am asked what makes me tick there is one thing that comes to mind real quick.   My family.   My family is always there for me my family keeps me sane
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 little girl with a book on the playground Not the easiest kid to be around   But now things have changed and rearranged Just kidding, I’m involved in the knowledge exchange  
I write these words
{In this galaxy, you may not recognize yourself, be careful where you whisper, and who you ask for help. If the moonflash makes you ignite, while raindrop kisses fall,
Want to know what makes me tick?  Take a look around at what makes me sick Brittany can't take her little brother to the store Without someone saying "she's too young to have a son"
These tears that I have cry every night
I walked with her to the beach Her beauty can be compared to the reflection of the sun off the moon;
A catcall has a special way of turning your day(month)  around. A loud shout across a busy street has the unique ability to take a bad day and turn the rest of the week sour.
There are personalities that inspire us and there are those that criticize us when the climax is reached.  
Confrontations in every conversation
What makes me tick         When I look into her eyes I understand what must be done. When I look into her eyes I see the truth. When I rock her to sleep I know what I must do.
I used to keep my aspirations in a small white book with a round silver lock. Hidden, under my bed these were my dreams I could not speak about.
Hero? What is a hero? A celebrity who made it big off of their looks or talent? An imaginary person who has superhuman strength or can shoot webs out of their hands? These are the idolized heroes most people would think of. Not me.
I wanted to feel alive. So with a CLICK the belt came off. Speeding out of control. It was an old car I was dangerous. I was careless. I made it home and smiled. exhilaration. I was lucky.
I am not soft like porcelain I am all sharp edges and corners I am endlessly rough.
Growing up without you,
What is the problem? Do you choose to make me mad or is because you want to see me sad? Is it because I am different. Is it because of my skin color?
You Know What Really Grinds My Gears?   People who can’t control their kids. I hate walking through Target, Trying to buy food for my ever-growing body And I find little shit Timmy over here throwing a fit
You walk around without a care in the world Stress free No responsibility. Tick tick there goes my annoyance.   Freedom of speech is no stranger to you No consequences for not biting your tongue
What makes me tick? What forces my mind to click?    Being treated as a second. Never first, never respected. I don't see color but hearts.
Warmth all to your toes Like a cozy cup of tea A blanket of sleeves     (poetry slam tag)  speak your mind slam
Let me go ahead and say whats on my head Things I've had in mind but chose to keep unsaid When reality set in, I daydreamed insteadWhen I thought I had enough, all I had was bread
Let me laugh: Let me shake and cry Let my core ache from joy. Let me laugh: Let me forget to frown Let me sob happy tears, Let me drown. Let me make fun Of this drudgery Of this day.
My mind was my place. It was the only place I could be me...  It was mine..  Until everyone started putting their input inside. Then.. My mind went from happiness and sunshine to darkness.
As the sun rises and my mind awakes The thoughts start cooking and actions take place They digest down, through my body they go, wanting more Feeling limited because I want to do more
You're going to leave a mark on this earth,  Weather it's on your tombstone  Or your way of living!
I'm living in obscurity, I live with insecurities, My flaws have clouded my vision Now I'm blinded by imperfection. I'm on the outside looking in Cause I don't meet society's qualifications,
It was their choice to have me, not mine. It was also their choice to have 5 other children, not mine.   It was their choice to have two cars, not mine. It was their choice to live in this house, not mine.
The old and the brokenAre out-spoken though never heardNo one sees they're out-goin'When they're un-brokenAre they old and broken?Or are they young and miss-spoken?
You were so beautifulthe world just couldn’t stand itthey had to destroy youbecause anything that beautiful must be brokenand they did exactly thatyou thought it was your fault
i thought i could do it right for once i thought i was right- for once
Boycotting buses, getting beat, lynched, locked up in cells They went through all of this so our life wouldn't be hell 
You can be who you want
As I lay on our bed  I thought of everything he did to me  everything I did to him  and how broken we were Holding on to frayed strings and the past’s happiness I knew that one day eventually
Did I grow too fast? Was it suposed to be this way? Youth is a state of mind. Yet we dwell on the physical. We are an embodiment of the costant reminder that we are nil.  
Is it really that important to put a label on someone. Did she deserve to be stereotyped ? Its not her fault! She try to be better. Isn't that what society want from her.
“Hello I am “Purpose” I would like to talk to you. About what you and I are suppose to do. Now listen to me now and do what I say. Now that you and I are on our way to the top of the world to be an important person.
Why is it that the female population is belittled with no repercussions? Why is it that women as sex symbols is usually the topic of discussion? We emphasize don't get raped as opposed to don't rape.
Lay me down in a field of wild flowers, Take me away with your magical powers. To a place where there is no pain, To a place where there is no hurt. A place where I can be free,
Paying for college A daunting and stressful task To improve my life
Tap, tap, my foot hovers the gas. One way road, Too illegal to pass. Take off your cruise control mode.   It's forty five, You swerve to the right,
In over a month I will no longer be here,
Numbers, no im not talking about math or accounting or statistics im talking about life. By the time I was a born my life was run by numbers; when I eat, when I nap.  
There she goes What does her life show She is happy and she smiles But when she goes home, it only lasts for a while
My hair is thick,
The Revolution Will not be Televised.  Hope will not be energized
If my brain were a tongue twisterIt would throw you for a loopYou couldn't navigate it even with a mapPointing to the constellations of nerve synapsesEvery pathway is a fork in the roadThat splits into roots
Justice Just ice
From the heavens to the stars  Forgive us for who we are For we are not as perfect as we may seem  Precious life lost to deferred dreams And we ask ourself is this what God had in store for me?
A reason I give
I see the world in a different way then others do.Beauty and peace? That's what everyone makes it out to be, but its not.Not one bit.
You're there-- sitting across from me head bent shoulders hunched pen scribbling fast and intense While you're writing, I'm thinking: "God hates me!" for I would give anything to get away
Young ladies too young to know what real love is. Too young to be dropping out of school. Popping out 3 or 4 babies at a time, spreading your legs for anything that walks by. Do you have any respect for yourself?
The cold water rushes between her toes and she doesn't even flinch. Hell, must be miles away from here in some cracked out dream of unfulfilled expectation.
When I was little, I wanted to talk, and  then I wished I could see, and then I wished I could run as fast as the other kids in PE. Later on, I wanted to be thinner, taller, stronger. 
Wake Up, Work, Repeat. Everyone around us living on a schedule,
Born into this world alone, he was.
There is a vacancy sign In the window of our hearts Shining in the lightest mind Separating the dark A figure advances slowly Knowing it is unwelcome here Pretending it is weak and lowly
Cry little girl.Run and hide.Huddle back into your trenchesWhere the voices lieAnd tell youThat it's safeTo sleep.
Geocentric? More like ethnocentric. America is the center of the world, right? The world that revolves around me. My world. Egocentric.
Misguided love tells me I hate you Hate to hate but hate stays with you Hatefull hate hates the lies Wipe every tear out your hateless eyes I hate you but you can't seem to hate me
I once knew a girl Drowning in the ocean
How old am I? How old do I literally have to be to get you off of me? You teach me to stand up for what I believe in,
My fingers tell a story as they run Sprinting across the paper
As lIfe continued, I realized on thing in my life that was missing. People. I was alone. Why does lonliness wrap around one like a blanket, When you are surrounded by a sea of faces? Who am I,
I am obsessive,
Yo, My pops hit the intersection, with his leathal weapon On my mother with a birth out of pure unintention And I understand regression, a deep misconception
I'm losing more sleep over your lives Than I am mine & how is that possible? With your rich parents & nice houses  & phenomenal educations & expensive cars 
Thoughts, opinions, ideas Circulate through the world. Everyone has them- Young children,  "I wanna go to the park today!" Teenagers, "I wish we had less homework!" And adults, 
Tonight as I lay awake in my bed
What is this? Nothing comes to mind. All there is just unjust and so called “justice”.
I write words simple sayings and annunciated actions I speak for myself For those too quiet to even whisper For those who've been sick In the mind or sick In the body
Heart breaking Shattered life All alone Where is.... No love One lost No faith Broken dreams Why me? Who cares! Dark rooms Locked up Life's ended Even though
People got a lot to say. They use words of discouragement every day. Words can cause harm in more than one way. Inside and out. They bring a lot of doubt. I wish I could stop this cancer that is about.
Do you ever wonder where it all came from?How it all got here...What "It" is, exactly.
I don't rhyme, and I certainly don't reason.  I don't like pasta or milk, I don't want to hold your hand, Or talk about feelings.   I am not pretty or ugly, Or jealous or smart,
my pencil kissed my paper in quiet determination, as my teacher spoke out- asking, "what is poetry?" A mind like mine mulls over things like this; breathing them in only to spit them out.
Cool as a summer's breeze you leave me feeling refreshed with such ease. My dearest is funny,witty, and even a little silly..these qualities, or traits, or whatever you may call them
my younger sisternever allowed funto limit her imagination.at a mere five years old,she decided she wanted to become an ice cream truck driverat six,she wanted to save the world.seven,
If your beauty was light, it would brighten the deepest of oceans and be the envy of the Sun If your beauty was the moon, it would have wolfs howling all night at its precious glow
I want to be an attorney
Ma​ybe I should thank high schoolOr maybe it's all just part of growing up
They said to keep it be
The truth settled in The moment My knees fell Right before your Gunshot
 Dark   Da Darkness  
What made it okay? What made you think that you had that right? To strip me of my self-esteem  Yes we were young But what thought entered your mind  When you decided I was all yours?
Listening to the sobs
Love is undefinable And completely disastrous  Messy and confusing Love is pain Destroying everything    Love is beautiful  Completely peaceful  Understanding and perfect 
I look at the clock It's 11:11 I don't normally do this  But the thought of you changes that I make a wish Knowing deep down it won't come true But a little hope never killed anyone
Its 11:55 right now and i began to think to myself why? Why me?  Why now? I work blood sweat an tears and do not know the reason why? Why does she lie? Why now?  My hands get weak when i think of this situation,
Beautiful. An arbitrry concept created by mind numbing expectations set fourth by overpriced magazines with images of "socially acceptable" women. Beauty.
As I child I would speak No one could hear me Was I talking to loud? Or were their thoughts preoccupied? The day I discovered the power of ink Was the day I discovered the power within me
I'm a shell, And it's empty. I'm hollow, Broken. The pieces are Lost. They can't, and Won't ever be found. I'm exposed, Naked. The truth shows,
Did you know I cry? I guess not because it’s hidden under my mask. I wear it every day can’t you see it. I cry waiting for someone to notice. I’m crying out can’t you see. I just want help.
Boys are like shoes You see one you like or think is cute But when you checlass for the price you say "they're only shoes" Some you buy, and never wear Some you know you can't have, but stop and stare
Why can't humans see? Why can't they hear all the amazing noises around them?
I don't want to feel right now. I don't want to think. I don't want to see. I don't want to have to scrape hard to find my reality.   I want to be right. I don't want to do wrong.
You never know with this thing called society You want to be yourself, but all the criticism is tiring Where did all the creativity go? We have people teching us how to be them and we didn't even know
There are no chapters, No such thing as "happily-ever-afters". It just the imagination from our minds that create all these lovely disasters. It's mind-blowers, but what possibly does that mean?
Fun Things and Happy Things Can you really leave these behind? Even if you can, can you keep loving this place? Can you keep loving yourself? Sad things and frightening things You want to leave those behind.
It’s one of the only businesses in the world that has no propaganda for the product No flashy commercials, no ads in magazines No pictures of fearful young girls in clinics with their legs agape  
No one is too small to cause great changes And no one too large to alter all things Many judge solely based on appearance
Hidden I sat alone in my quiet corner No one's allowed in my world I live in a dream Let me be I'm not defined by these lines I'm not confined To only one rhyme I am free
I don't write because I can,  Or because I think I'm good at it, Or because I want applause. I write because, next to my lungs, Words are what keep me breathing, And the link between my left hand
Don’t touch me Don’t look, talk, stalk, or even dare to plot Don’t think or even imagine
The human anatomy is more than just What the eyes can see Or technology can clinically measure.
My thoughts are sometimes simple. My thoughts are at other instances complex. A plethora of opinions A gaggle of questions The inside of my mind meditates on many subjects.  
My tongue is not held by tongs. My thoughts run with no destination, My emotions flow with ever situation.
You there, in your room I know why you're in a gloom You think you aren't good enough You think your all was not enough Don't worry; I'm here to set things right I'm here now to clear up this night  
Why is everything crashing down? This world cannot summit the clouds. Failure, lies, luck, and chance Face to face wth Death, shake his hand. How can you push this pain aside?
Woke up this morning the sky was clear I was thinking about my whole high school career
Why does everyone want love when they know what it can do to you, it can break your heart so can you tell me why does everyone want it?
YesAllWomenA hashtag to empower those who feel the victim of a man's world.The revolutonaries pound at the door, demanding entrance to the castle of man.Threatening to storm the fortress and take what is theirs,
I forget the time that's passed, ironically I even forget what your face looked like as I remember our moments together. Most days it's as if you never existed. As if one tear never fell from my eye for you.
The ceiling is empty when it comes to answers but what else am I to look up to? My mind is on overdrive
Does anyone see the girl over there? The one who let's everyone know that she cares, The one who has stabwounds on her back, And stories to tell, The one who fakes a smile,
What is love, Exactly? Is it more timeless, such as smiling during a kiss, Or slow dancing with a loved one to a song you've never heard before? Is it more modern, such as a poke on facebook,
You are the forbidden fruit,The forbidden wordThat had me mute.My habits were absurd.You had me lieAnd owned my silence.I had to abideBecause you were the tyrant.
Hi, My Name is Martin Luther King Jr.   I helped African-Americans gain their civil rights.   
I write for those who are willing to hear, For those who are willing to lend an ear, Because those are the people who offer advice, They give their mind, without a price, They lend a hand in a time of need,
I scream, I yell, I shout.
Who am I, I am me.   Who are you, The judge of me!   I am shy, I am strong, And a bit of a goof off.   But who are you, You tell me? Your a heart that doesn't bleed!
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Who knew this day would come We all go our separate ways After four years high school is done  And the world is coming at us today  I can remember the first day of freshman year
Can anyone save our minds? Now like a sieve in the sand Soon there will be none left to find Instead, we are kept busy with our hands   The base of knowledge, smoldering in flames
Do you want to believe? Do you hear the way she screams as he rips the dress from her pure beautiful skin.
Panic Stops. My Heart Then it st-st-stutters-s Nonstop Racking up the points (1, 2, 3, … 5,000, …) In an unknown game I scratch at my chest Begging it to stop But my hands Slide
Sometimes being among people feels lonely. Cold,  At times more rotten than winter mold.  Is it through these phones that I must contact thee,  Despite the fact that you sit from me naught but two foot or three. 
Sterling Klein   I look around Noticing the little things around me. That woman over there, Do you see her? She's smiling but her eyes look ready to spill. And that boy,  The bald one,
  I write to be heard By the little corner mouse, Who sits sipping tea serenely in her trap.   I write to be heard By the angriest hornets,
The waves crash upon my feet       Rain pounds in a hypnotic beat             In comes the tide                   As my thoughts move aside   The tide grows stronger       It lures me in
Girl with blue eyes and a horrible past. I never thought I’d see a girl run so fast.
 She wasn’t afraid to show some skin She was an embarrassment even to her kin
 She kissed whoever she pleased
You were my first But I wasn't yours And it just sucks Because I'll always remember you But you'll forget me
Hello? Can you hear me? Obviously you can see me as you read, As you watch me speak. I guess someone like you Will just have to do, Because if not you, Then who? Am I right?
Almost every teenager, Feels like their struggle is their own.  All of the sadness and anger,  Makes you feel like you're alone. "Is anyone out there? Can anyone hear me? Is anyone aware
When I look at people I see their shirts. I do not know their name or where they come from
To be free, to be finished  I long to prove you wrong I stand tall on my own to show you I am ready but the smiles are gone. He asked for your approval Given, it was a lie.
I have a dream, A dream where young black men won’t be on the streets pushin’. I have a dream, A dream where young black women won’t be on the streets pushin’, A stroller that is. See she is 20 years old,
Simplicity isn't always a bad thingIn the autumn I like to jump in leavesRun in the rain in the springIn the summer I can make sunteaFuck winterThe stars are what keeps me grounded
Creativity causes people to think for themselves Which instills fear in his eyes,
If my love for you could be written into words or defined by actions Then the moon will fall and the sun will turn cold as that has more of a chance of happening than I do with you.
I can't be mad at you, nothing was your fault. You were hurt, and pain changes things. I was there for you through it all and I expected nothing in return I wasn't even mad when you left But I hoped
Every time I see your faceI feel infuriatedYou think you look coolBut all you do, is greatly unappreciatedYou're always out thereTrying to impress me
It was quite..just for a second, forgot about everything that was surrounding me,I felt myself struggling to move my feet because I was so weak at the knees.I could still hear the echoing of her voice..her beautiful voice,I could still feel her w
Fables foam from your mouth
Ocean of tears Empty Heart Questioning who I am, A single cloud
In the doctors office, they record my weight, height, and vision.  They take meaningless numbers of my blood pressure and glucose.  At home they count how many chores I didn't do, what time it was that I didn't go to sleep.
In the dusk of dawn 
Picture-perfect moment was today. 
Endless happiness was today. 
Good -bye pain, good-bye Hurt was today. 
A moment derived from love.
Is it now that you notice? Is it now that you care? They may have cleaned the scene but the tragedy is still there  Embedding its whispers into the ears of the ones who before hadnt cared is it now that you notice?
  I am black and beautiful 
Though I waited for you, All along the trail my shoes made was doubt In the form of crushed ice-crystals Maimed by the soles of my boots. There was a moment where I thought I could hear you whispering,
My Happy Place is where I have friends, books, sports, and music.  It is usually general like that but sometimes it is specific. It all depends on how I feel at the time and who is involved.
I heard I got a deadline and I'll be gone in 1 year  I have tears for you for when I leave I'll be in your hearts I'll be inside of you for I'm that kind of person Who would not be forgotten by a lot of people
I love beautiful Blue Birds Beautiful birds   Beautiful peddles   Different flowers every where Roses are Beautiful   Wind is sometimes calm The wind is sometimes very cold
Can you remember who you were
Texas sun hidden in the different shades of the sky I saw dark blue, layered between light Clouds that battled to occupy space It is here that I hide my face And watch grass and flowers opened their leaves
You'll understand one day. A day when reality kicks in Like in the month of May. When childhood is thrown in a bin   You have to plan and think
Hell is a four letter word that barely describes the pain. I’ve seen things you can never dream of, But it gave me something to gain. I’ve heard the cries of other souls begging to be taken out of their misery,
City looked so pretty I hadda put a ring on it. Faces I probably will never see again The darkness swallows her. Before bussiness started, he had to test her The best thing was watching you grow
There's so much pressure nowadays On kids and young adults. Pressure to meet every benchmark, And to have X amount of extracurriculars, And to do damn well on the ACT, And to earn X amount of dollars,
-Dreamers are dreamers, we all dream of something  -Some dreamers are "fake-believers", and those become "unachievers" -To find what drives you, and imbrace it, is actually living the "dream"
There are moments in time when a sound hits your ear drums before your eyes reach the sight, and moments in time when your nostrils fill up a familiar fragrance before you catch sight of the body of which it lies upon.
Why is it that men are better than women? 
What gets me inspired? Damn, I don't really know. I guess this prompt has been eye opening, though. I'm just sitting here with some writer's block, If I ever do anything creative I'll go in to shock.
I woke up this morning fearing for my life.  
He stared into her beautiful eyes, even as the tears of slowly lost love fell.   But he did not care. He knew what he wanted. And he took it, no remorse.   Blinded by
The other day was great. We agreed to see each other again And trust me, I've made an effort But it's obvious you haven't, So let's talk.   Talk about what?!
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. 
Head down on her desk She tries her best but she always gets pushed to the edge Sleepless nights control her life Staying up because the insomnia is too hard to fight
Once I step on that court, My brain clears. I take a breath. My heart beats with each bounce, Keeping me alive. If it stops, There won’t be time for goodbyes.   That sound of squeaking shoes,
I fear faults But only in myself Because there are certain qualities A person should not be So leaving me with dosages of empathy Paired with a default of submissiveness Leaves me with black eyes
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.
Unspoken words are grotesque                                                                                  
The air I breathe,  The things I see, They make me tick. The scents I smmell,  The places I go,  They make me tock. Tick tock goes the clock, As the time of life passes.
Loneliness is like an abyss A world filled with endless darkness A place where light is consumed   The heart trembles because darkness laughs It shivers because the shadows devours the soul
I waited for you to discern me.
There comes a time in every teen's life when they open their eyes. It seems like through grammar and middle school we've all been walking without sight.
Note to self,
I thought I knew who I was. I thought sickness would take that from me But instead, sickness strengthened my identity. No I am not the sick girl.
The mind is a cognitive facility, actually, faciliites that enables — consciousness, perception, judgment, thinking and memory.
Every morning I sit on the table And everything looks so banal Until you sit with me on your silver tray Every morning I sit on the table And your fragrance fills up the air I drink your bitterness because
tick tick tick tick... here we go again everything I see pounding agaisnt my head tick tick tick tick... trying to make sense trying to be unseen  
Counselor: How bout we start by you telling be about yourself ME:  *sigh* So where do it start?
Lately I've felt the need to write,  But when it comes down to it all I can do is hold my pen tight.   My page is blank,  But my mind is full.  Maybe I can't write because I'm waist deep in the bull?
One hour,
I've seen you and yet I haven't
A young maid with an innocent stare Runs about her garden, here and there. She sings and she plays completely unaware Of the Black Rose and the Red Raven   Many milk-white doves sing in her garden
you can see it you can feel it the itensity everyone on the edge of their seats the ball (that's more like  world) at my feet pass here, touch there
I live in a land where the flag speaks red A red that gives pride and shelter until my end Yet to my Friends  red Bends to displaying the Bloodshed Of their countries Living through the darkness of the dead
Under the blankets of my bed I awake. Even if my mind feels dead It's not. It runs from the boogie creature: A killer. But even in my dreams I still seek her (Seek me).
My eyes burn fro me the tears that never stop. While my hearts aches from the pain of betrayal. Some days go with out the pain and tears. While some days they are still there.
Who are you? I'm Kimberlyn -    The one who spent Every weekend, And those sticky, sweet, Georgia summers At your house making memories.   The one that glistened Every Christmas
The night is leaving and light is released. I look into the horizon and see far off in the east, A magnificent display of colors illuminating the sky Igniting a spark of joy in everyone’s eyes.
Reality is real, it always comes true,
Not everything works Like it used to when We were young Disease fills us Disorders rot our minds and We’re never cured Anxiety creeps up Fire that you ignore but Can’t put out
Left and right I feel offended because in the shadows and undetected are words that pierce and are directed at my womanhood and role that society elected  When I walk near men I feel inspected 
I represent the political party that stands on behalf of the half naked Barbie. I represent the woman of the 21 century and this woman is everything, except for her dignity.
Do you have ANY idea what you have done to me? Can’t you see?   Because of YOU My childhood consisted of empty promises, nothing but air bubbles.  Should have saved yourself the trouble.
We're all equal, but is that really true?
The world ahead is not yet known unwritten futures, soundless time   The world ahead is out of focus fuzzy shapes, colors blurred   The world ahead is out of reach
I'm afraid to walk down a streetor into a gas station to pay for my gas.I swing my keys and prepare for a battlejust to go and grab a coffee.The fear that lies within every girl
Midnight Melodies Moonlit sky above Silence in the cold, dark night But listen, listen, to the sounds   Closed eyes, open ears, Lullabies float through the air
Society is a mess We have boys turning into men In a society that says It's alright to be disrespectful It's alright to be sexist It's alright to be rude to women They're told we don't deserve respect
Music inspires seeds of intellectual concept to sprout from a fresh mind. Weeds find their way into a mix of ideals when the presence of spirit is in question.
Before you are goneBefore this world swallows us and leaves us all for deadI feel tortured hands holding my jaw bone shut.And,
I search for four leaf cloversJust so I can give them to youI wish every chance I getAnd set my heart on them to come true I deny everyone I know
    Sitting in an empty room, I remember love: In these quiet moments I think of your soul
So I heard that you told Bobby who told Ashley Who told Jason who told Casey who told Ant Who told Lisa who told Bria… That you thought I wasn’t a lady? Why though? Because I don’t bend at the whim of a man?
You just might not believe this but, I've finally found love... I know this because...I think about him every day as soon as I wake up... and feel the cool air from my fan caressing my face as well as the warm sun...
Father slapped me across the face When I asked him Why he was never home Anymore.
pretty African girl, why do you cry? why do those tear drops fall from thy eye? do you not see or do you not know the beauty that only you could show pretty African girl why do you fret?
The nostalgia sets in as I attempt to remember a time in my life without music:  
  That cigarette of yours burned your mind.
  I am tired of this façade Men shouldn't have to treat the opposite sex with disrespect in order to retain their masculinity.  Girls shouldn't feel the need to starve themselves for beauty and serenity.
There are a few things, That always seem to drive me nuts And in case you were wondering It includes hating your guts! Starting from your head Down all the way to your toes You're that ONE thing
You are an innocent, rare hummingbird; Constantly fluttering delicate wings- Not flying, but floating softly unheard, Taking what you please from what nature brings.
Confidence is made of abundance. With the creation so comes the destruction. With the positive so follows the negative.
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You think you know me. Well, for very few that may be true, But for many of you out there that’s a lie.   You think I am loud, Outgoing, A leader.   Ha, strike one.
You’re Muslim right? That’s pretty exoticIt's messed up how they show your people as so chaoticMy people? Who’s that? The people on the screen?My people come in all colors, races and creeds.
ever wonder how wonderful it'll be to fly? to soar across the deep blue blue sky,
Help me father
What I learned from my cat:
If shadows could write diaries,and Mirrors were the pen,Imagine the stories that would flow?  
I. I wonder if I’ll ever learn to spell the word receipt without having to google it first, if I’ll find the courage to pull back the curtain and enter into the uncertainties of my life
  By Marc Rubio
I've been dragged on this leash far too long; the skin on my feet is wearing. I'm taking back the key to my life, it was never rightfully yours. Only this time I won't return;
It breaks my heart to think that the cost of an education can turn someone away  from the dream they once had.    Future doctors, engineers,  lawyers,  journalists, 
What makes someone pretty? Size 12 or size two,  What would make me pretty to you? Show more cleavage or even more cheek? What is so unnatractive about me? Because I am such a prude?
Nine months. I carried you for nine long months. All the crying, all the screaming. All the second guessing. Nine months. So afraid, and so naive. What was I supposed to do? Month 1.
  Darkness creeps. The depression is what the medically educated call it. I call it darkness. Every day it finds me. Good days. Bad days.  It always finds me. I cannot escape it,
Loyalty is all I know Forgiveness is the meaning of my life Unconditional love is seen in my eyes. Yet you hurt me. Hit me. Cage me. And for what? Am I not supposed to be man’s best friend?
  Life excites me. The birds chirping, Trees swaying, The sun on my cheeks, Or The idea of something new, Seeing someone I live to love, It all makes me jump for joy.  
And if I could've seen where the exits were, I would have ran for them
Snap. Snap. Snap. The woman sitting across from me pops her gum in time with the second-hand on my watch. Bu-duh. Bu-duh. Bu-duh. Bu-duh.
The Author"Write hard and clear about what hurts." - Ernest Hemingway I am a follower and I do believe in thee.I am endoubted to thee andI am one with thee.
I'm not a poet
It’s the kind of grief That hurts all over, A tight ball in your chest That loosens with each sob. But the sobs never stop And neither does the pain That encompasses your body
I was 12 years old, sitting on the front porch. Parents arguing inside, about money of course. When I grow up, none of this, No paycheck-to-paycheck living, No worrying about making ends meet,
A heart can rest When safely here.
Questions fill my subconcious with grass  The rain is answers that you can't learn in class. Open-mindedness is the stream
Rest teabags asleep on my sleepless eyes And dream of the fragments within my mind Fill the empty void inside
Can you believe it? Neither can I. Those girls that are called ugly,dirty, stupid Who cry Replace their breasts, inject their lips Nip, tuck their thighs? Can you believe it? Neither can I.
I am studying, Can’t you see? Why must you hum? You are not a bee.   Pick up your own mess! I am not your mother! Want a sandwich? Consult your brother.  
    My generation is full of ignorance and non-sense. Am i really apart of this? Our vocabulary is ful
You yanked my wrist so violently as you yelled and said it was over, and a playlist of The Weeknd's melancholy music was all I had to lean on.
It is 1:23 a.m. and you wake up with damp sweat hugging your young backYour eyes are stinging just as leaves would be if the air was filled with pesticides
It is 1:23 a.m. and you wake up with damp sweat hugging your young backYour eyes are stinging just as leaves would be if the air was filled with pesticides
There’s three of us, She’s alone and I'm taking her attention. He feels pressured, But that's not my intention.   Alone in a windowless room
  We all want the world The joy of experience Desire is our aim   
The smoke creeps perfect ‘neath and ‘round each hearse, as liquid darkness consumes the light over all the Earth. Bodies lay everywhere dead lifeless to noise and sound, to
I'll never take it back Don't speak to me like that Hearing voices throughout my head All my thoughts have already been said I feel a push I feel a rush  Now the hole is getting larger
Do you learn because you hear, see, or read knowledge? How does it stay in your consciousness? Or does it? Are you passionate or just find it interesting? 
I am white
I wake up and wonder why I'm still trying? I'm tired of being poor, of working and getting nowhere. Over the fact that my moms got to work twice as hard as my dad to earn half as much as him.
When it is all said and done, will I be remembered? Not by my close friends and family, but by those thereafter? Billions of people in this unexplainable planet, striving for greatness is like drilling through granite.
From a box of light and sound grew a mesmerizing inspiration;  
Am I pretty? When you look at me what do you see? Of course, you see the way my thighs rub together when I walk.
I thought of you while in the shower And I thought of how nice it'd be 
Rain, rain, go away
Brother Im feeling what you're going through, if it's any concilation we both know the truth I know it looks impossible but can you see? All the tools lie in front of you
Momma says, "Education comes first." Momma advises, "Do not marry for love, marry for money." Momma scolds, "When I was your age, I was herding cattle" Momma yells, "How dare you complain, when I have given you all this?"
Tick My likes might not excite you But they ignite me When I sit back and truly ask myself What is it that makes me come to life? What is my passion, my motivation the reason I do what I do
It's the little things- really The sound of nail files Or those scratchy folders
Oh, how I wish Each day we'd be Celebrating Sweet liberty   Oh, how I love The fourth of July The red, white, and blue The flag flying high   How we forget
What Makes Me Tick Is This New Generation Of Social Life. See I Remember Growing Up In a Household Where We Would Sit At The Dinner Table And Talk To Our Family About Our Day.
Life's a trip when you're queer, But the road needs re-paving,Not a dull moment here,society's ranting and raving."All fags go to hell!""OMG let's go shopping!"Oh my soul I would sell, 
Wake up. Get ready. Go to work. Come home. Repeat.   If this was truly our lives, They would not be lives at all. What makes us tick? What is our call?  
What makes you tick? That's a hard question to answer, because my answer's not quick.
Corrupt morals dominate hate Plastic figures blindsiding beautiful composition, polluting the apperception and emotional state Surrender? There’s no need for that extradition  
Turning, they're turning. Cogs are swirling, Vines are curling, There's 72 songs playing in my head.   Turning, the world is turning. Phones are ringing, And I am still pinging.
How can one summarize the brain? Most of the passing days our brains think about the miniscule problems that will vanish with a tick of the clock and with the virtue of patience— But what about the monumental enigmas?
She wove golden rays of sunshine into a long and flowing dress, that left the scent on everything she touched, of nature's sweet caress. Everywhere the girl did go, the flowers would all bloom,
Why do you think you're important to me? Your pretty worthless,
Ashanti Emmanuel  
Less than one-hundred dials more than two-hundred miles the simplicity of life is caught up in styles
Communication is the key. Humans must speak, but speak of what? Do we speak of what we know or what we assume.
Belive me! When I speak to you... I say I love you You never dare! Say it back! is there method to this? Maddness I feel! Darkness is all around Me myself and I know.
My first steps My first words were my mom favorite moments
Tick Tick Tick what makes me tick
I know what you’re thinking, Here goes another Muslim. Preachin', teachin' tryna change the way the world sees them. But I’ll make this quick. I’m NOT a refugee Born in the south next to American Babies
Am I really beautiful, or are you just lying? Do you mean what you say, or should I stop trying? You make me feel like I’ve never felt before. Your waves of emotion wash upon my shore.
The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you same my name. Like venom on the tip of your tongue spitting every word in vain YOU tick me The smile of a goddess, the heart of a king, and a voice that makes me plea
Introducing a new design of mankind the battery business will bloom
Love. Me.   A cry for help? A note passed from an admirer?  No. The two most popular tags on social media. The need to be accepted. The need for approval.  
The buildings crumble slowly Cement walls expose once hidden dark red bricks Those who slowly crawl past the scene see the structure’s open wounds
"I'm not racist but…" "I'm not homophobic but…" "I'm not sexist but…"   The truth is, you are, And saying that you're not  Won’t help stop the war.   You’re not the one stopped
I see you
Some people are bullies They manipulate people in sight They love to call people rude names They only do it to start fights   How you heard of Tyler Perry's movies
​It's not a debate Why keep asking questions is search of anwsers that will only hurt?
Pain, a fleeting, yet ever present state Affecting everyone Differently Heartbreak, loss, scraped knees, broken bones Without pain How would we overcome? How would we learn to appreciate the good?
I can't remember the last time we spoke. I didn't care to either. All those threats my thoughts provoke. I don't remember when we were happy. You used play and laugh, you see. Now you can't be with me.
Ignorance One thing that leads followers These people do not know  and do not want to know the truth They are Ignorant It's almost a shame how a fool is easily misled
There are monsters inside Who see through my eyes They live off my hair My guts, their lair My legs, their tools Kidneys as stools Crawling in wait In puss-abscess hate
Loneliness settles in Like the fog on a dark night Slowly creeping up to devour everything in its path The light shines down in the morning And the fog is pushed back,
I'm 18 and about to graduate. This is where my mother once stood. She was bright, intelligent, beautiful, and cunning. I became the best parts of her. But she was unfortunate. College just wasn't part of the plan.
Peel back the layersand look inside; deep in the abyss you will find.   A little spark a lovely note; some most have but others hope.   When all that's left
Most vile of acts Taking items and chances All crime is stealing
I’ll speak my mind I’LL SHOUT IT TO THE WORLD Let my rage no longer be confined LET THESE TANGLED THOUGHTS UNTWIRL   For the men and women I couldn’t save WHOSE CHESTS I COMPRESSED
Why the heck does the world spin round Everything’s turning so upside down I can’t feel my energy no more
  Peers and youth clatter and clank Minds nearly filled with blank Always looking so fine and swank A job and work a threat or a prank                 Parents diving into their savings bank
I wish that everyone knew how I felt when they said something hurtful to me A mean comment can leave some serious debris Your words stick to me like a disgusting flea YOU LAUGH AT EVERYTHING!
STOP!  PUT THE RAZOR DOWN. Step away from the edge, you’re about to tip over. I’m not close enough to grab your hand so listen to my voice.  Stop.
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?  
Made up of mater  Made up of molecules  Thats what i am  6 elements make me and make you DNA is encoded in me  working together, my body lets me breath 
How do you think it feels to be Mexican? Does its matter where your orgins been? Everyday you're called a beaner, Cause their self-esteem wants to be meaner. When you think I jumped the border, 
What is society To you and me? No, What is society? You and me.   Socius, societas, society. Comrade, friend, ally. How far we have come.  
love is a sea. a gigantic ocean. vast, unkown, yet always being searched for.  a goal to be reached.  but most do not know they are already in it.  surrounded by it. 
Set ablaze The fire Deep within my soul.   Let it burn Passionately And Intensely While it Wavers in the wind.   Let it grow While it feeds
Time with you is incredible unforgettable unbelievable   Nights are never-ending Days never exist Connections come and go like the money we gamble   Your touch is intriguing
In a world where everyone is violent How do I react? How do I respond to the things that happen eveyday? In a world where no one knows what love is How do I show my true feelings?
We express our anger  At all the things that live under our skin. There are shouts and comments to friends Of irritation we can never pin.   Road rage is a common place
As kids we are asked simple questions like, "what do you want to be when you grow up? How old are you? How's life?"  These simple questions are fun to answer because you still would have time to decide.
Don’t we all just accept religion for the fear of our soul’s afterlife? Christianity gives you two choices for the afterlife.
the gears shift, starting and stopping without notice start vivid scarlet and deep indigo ink moves through the canal of gears.
Lost. Broken. Alone.  No where to go. No where to hide.  Exposed. Broken. Out in the open. Is it worth it? Can I get past this pride? You break me. You rearrange me. You carry me and change me.
Spiders inside instead of out, Annoying people who always pout. Just one pickle in my Big Mac,  Forgetting that one thing when I pack.   "Country music sucks", Buying scratch offs with no luck.
In my head going ons are plenty In my head thoughts run free But the freedom ends when I open my mouth The fear of judgment, the fear of hurt The fear of laughter directed at me I cry inside
The solo went good i did as I should i scored a 27 superoir   the ensemble did great please don't  hate he was happy an couldn't stop smiling we got 22 superoir
If only I can. If only I will. Take their stresses away and make the pain still. Make their worries disappear for darkness kills My heart aches for their tears and their growing white hairs.
A spark ignites  creating a fire  burning for years  without dying out engulfing any room it enters in just seconds  Fire is smart  it is fast and hot
Speaking my mind is a riskBut it is a risk worth takingI want to change the world, create a new awakeningEquality is not justice but if we give justice to all, we may just be equal
Looking from bleeding feet      Up to where I used to think        Heaven Rested I saw birds I once knew to be      Angels getting shot out of the sky. The Blue Jay who told me everything will be okay
These last years have been difficult to stomach Dozens of my brothers and sisters gunned down because of ignorance All I can do is watch and pray that it stops Only to realize that this cycle can never be broken
I look to the sky as the night looms over me I stare back at the computer trying to get inspired I look at the paper next to me Numbers Numbers that are money
You are my best friend. Together till the end.   you are the icing to my Oreo cookies girl i will be there for you every time you hurl   yes we are rude, but what teenage girls aren't boo.
As the day gets shorter,  my nights get longer.   depression kicks in, then my fear begin   you will never be able to tell, I never show any emotions.  
They say "stay strong, keep moving on" while I'm shuttering and cold; and I've been growing old,  of the voices in my head. And, I'm all alone.    "it's just a phase," they say.
Pounding in my chest I can't breathe.  The only time I get away  is when I sleep.    Nausea fear.  How did this happen? Am I safe here?  
Its about that time, Where all loose strings meet their demise. As I watch things in my mind; I separate the truth from the lies.   Sitting here trying to find someone to to rhyme,
You want to hear what we have to say?                 What do you want?
Someday you'll look back and think, what did i do?Other days you'll assume it had nothing to do with you.Deep down you have that feeling, you know it's true.The sky is falling all around you.
My heart is left feeling so heavy; so empty at the same time.
  Shakespeare was great but can he tell you the struggles of an everyday black female Skin as dark as night, hair as coarse as sin the beauty of a ebony queen is forever seen. 
  I am like a butterfly who hasn't hatched yet, like a caterpillar still in a cacoon My wings are bound by an outside force that I can't name  I question will my strength remain the same 
  The inner scream that takes over my mind sometimes when right and wrong is blurred  I have no one to fall on but that same scream  the scream of a young woman trying to pursue her college dream,
Hey mother,I know you didn't expect thisIt's already been three months, only six more of blissHave you picked out my name? Have you even told dad?I know when he finds out I'm a girl he'll be really mad.
When someone says, "tell me about yourself", they actually mean, "tell me your name and something that makes you important".
your words are weapons  your words can change the way people look and always complain   your words are weapons your words are strong how they feel is their downfall
Feel it on the Atmosphere That the presence of The Lord is here   Feel it in the Atmosphere  That this is my year  
Society is a strange concept. People strive to be normal, without even knowing what normal actually means. What does it mean? Does normal mean to be like everyone else? If so, no one is. Is normal perfect? No one is that, either.
Which road should I take? Which road should I go?
Who says you can't be you? The people all around you? Be different than them. They say you're their friend? Lies. Don't give in to what they want you to be. Judging. Loving.
My mind it works in gears and shifts some times i think im crazy some times i think i just need a lift but i realize that i am happy the way i am
The Classifieds Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? Have you ever lost a brother, a father or even, a best friend? The emotions you feel I feel them too But why shall I
Another petal hits the floor   what do you want my innocence my pride the walk is no longer the same, the smile is all pain daytime is his savior cause the monsters never came
  Will we be strong enough? Will we be educated enough to defend our virtues? Or will we allow society to mold us? Will we have the courage to make a change? How will we be an example to our pupils?
What makes me tick they asked is it the feeling of sun or rain on my face is it the piles of books by my bead that i've read is it falling and scaing my knee
My mind is a whirlwind of emotions  and thoughts, intertwined with 
An expanse of worlds stretches out before my eyes, An eternity of space and time. A never-ending realm of possibilities.   This is my imagination.  
The silence fears me, Softly, slowly growing louder,Nearly Reaching a low murmur, a hum, a buzz,Clouding the quiet as I make a sound,Out it comes.   Thumping, kicking,
They ask me to write down my race,    And I think, and think    And consider writing down the truth    And have my answer read like this:  
My brain is such a chaotic place
I refuse to be another number A social security number on the government computer Another dead body out on the corner because I was at the wrong place at the wrong time
One blog, One post, One Comment, one note   Silver spiders, weaving the Cyber web   Catching their victims With the seven deadly sins.  
Tick, Tick What Makes me Tick Tick, Tick A Passion that is Inside
If we are all equal as races, why do I not feel as so?
The simple things in life  taken for granted sorrows and pain
Sometimes, in times when I find myself in need of it; I stand, or sit, or lay, just... staring. Staring at the walls, the ceiling, the floor,
Tock Tock Wash your hands.  Remember: paper, lines, game.  Paper: history, English  O.  Did I lock my car? Memorize your lines Rehearsal rehearsal rehearsal. 
I wake up in the morning and dread the day aheadI shower and get dressed but I dont want to be out of bed
I have a great plan one that is random only I can think it you were in it then disappeared  I wish it wasn't true since there's no you it just slowly ran through
I love dancing and receiving the feeling that the song gives to me. I love conveying the words to my fellow church members. I express myself better this way.
I'm not the prettiest girlIt's me against the worldJudged day to dayAll I can do really is prayWhat does it really matter if I dress a little different?
Who are we to judge someone else in pain?
im locked in this empty spacefeels like foreverthat ive seen your smile
You  and Me
MTV never gave her 15 minutes of fame.  No million dollars for her. No house. No Car. Paparazzi didn't follow her around with cameras.
Distilled, feeling spilled out over floors of granite tile Humane apparitions hold my hand like I'm a child Explaining my miscarriage of conviction With tranquilizing diction and
Lighting ears is hard to do The sounds need to be perfect, to reach a break through It's called music, the sounds you hear No matter the genre, it's something people keep dear  
The shaking of a hand The shortness of breath The good days and the bad   Not knowing what is coming next Will I have an attack today? 
Everyone has their own special path Mine has twist and turns and can lead me to wrath It was my freshman year in college when I thought I knew what I wanted to do
The shape of you hand is all I see black and blue is all on me when confronted I get confused because I am ashamed to say that I get abused
mother, mother can't you see all this pressure you have placed on me if I shall fail you will be mad left with my thoughts I will be sad you push me hard and strive for perfection
Maybe, just maybe
Running, swimming, biking, Climbing, fishing, or hiking, I can do it all just as good as you,  and sometimes prove to be better too. You view me as a human being, someone equal to you is what you're seeing.
Society has this standard on "Perfection" But what they fail to realize is- nobody is perfect. The ONLY perfect person to ever step foot on this earth was Jesus Christ.
My mind Is an exploding world of trips and triggers A field Of mines and trenches, warring colors And emotions. Motion blurs and lines, and ideas! But YOU tell me my mind is a hole
My mind, it is blank A lightbulb without power, It is kinda lame.   I like keeping thoughts simple, makes it fun to explain the confusion.  
Imagine a life without Adam and Eve A life where you've been moved from the loved ones that provided the food you feen to eat
My heart lies open floating on the surface of dark waters facing the black night sky as the full moon moves farther in among the large clouds passing the shining stunners
Caught off guard; Shock held silent grip; A few sniffles emerged; Red cups in a fence with a bouquet Spelling the words RIP Spez. For the first time Teachers sobed openly in front
The girl that used to doubt herself Say that she would be nothing in life.
Big girls are beautiful. Thigh gaps aren't pretty. Fat is attractive. Look at that big butt And those boobs! What about those girls Who are sticks, Who don't have a butt
Deep inside my soul a dragon devouring reality as it is woven... all laid bare as his black hole of a horrifying mouth satiates its gluttony on happy thoughts.
Stop, Look, and Listen... to the words that I say the thoughts in my mind drastically change in many different ways. Wait! Wait! Rewind! No! No!
"Hello, how are you today?" Inquires the bagger at your local grocer As you coldly turn your back to them. "Welcome, how may I assist you today?" Says the friendly sales associate
Over thinking is explosive But what is it that makes me tick? Is it the clouds, the grass, the trees? Nature's beauty that clicks and click It inspires my art and turns my soul
What truth remains in a society that develops as a result of pertpetual dishonesty?
Fear What is fear? Is it seeing me walk by your car? Because you lock the doors,
Excuse her if she was not alright With government taking children’s light Filling their heads with things they never should have said She could teach her student one better if she was lying in bed
I am on a hamster wheel, Constantly running, To class, to work, to meetings, And back, Never enough money, To cover my dream.   
For as long as I could remember, I wasn't perfect. for as logn as I could remember, I was perfect.  I wasn't smart like the other kids, I was smarter than the other kids. I never had big dreams or big goals, 
A little girl. Innocent and full of anticipation. Can’t wait to start something new And maybe find a passion. Her little hands grasp the giant ball As she throws it with all her might
I look at him through a dark tunnel, The only light comes from the exits made of glass. Watch as he starts to stumble I'm hidden in the tall grass   Through that dark tunnel,
I finally found someone
Someone I think could love me someday
But I’m afraid past problemsMight spring up and scare him awayI think it’s too soon to tell
If I’ll love him more then he will me
Dominicana. Y gringa. Decidete.   So I am both.
You know those little things- The things that you don't know I see The things you think don't bother me Those things you do. The way you high five me when I walk into work
I hear their jokes.
All I've got is once chance Once chance to prove them wrong  On chance to prove to that little girl
What this money means to me  Is that one day I'll succeed I'll succeed to achieve my dreams 
Go ahead, Say it isn't a sport. Say everything I've heard before, All these insults I can assort Into all the different stereotypes; Cheerleaders are dumb, They aren't even athletic,
While helping a student who  was struggling through lines of a poem Sam was fixing the schoolhouse's roof  in exchange for jars of spiced peaches.
Not many know what it's like Living in some one else's pain every day Feeling sorry for them because you know they can't help it But it hurts you and your mom so much
If I had it my way… I would pass back over the infinite abyss of rocky, tortuous paths Of Failed Attempts to Save Your Wretched, Reckless Soul And frantically collect the pieces of me I've lost along the way,
    You talk about infinite and the finite like it's something real, but I know you can't tell your stars from your stomach, or
Speak my mind? My mind you say? My mind speaks on its own, each and every day.   It speaks through the doodles, the drawings, the figures on my notes
It is crazy to me- the things I see, Others don’t seem to acknowledge. For in this jumbled mind- I keep trying to find An answer but that's just it.                I really don't know-where I'm supposed to go
Now I'm getting older,
These days feel like half-empty sheets of paper and I don't have enough ink in my pen   My coffee has gone cold but I continue drinking, because drinking is a nervous habit of mine  
I am a lost soul begging for forgiveness I am the darkness that resides within I am a sinner Hell-bent on destruction I am a heart blackened by the toils of life  
Is it even fair? To be able to help But greed is what keeps us from helping How is that even posssible? Children dying fom starvation Whie in this nation People throw away their food
A stretching green, A deep blue. Long spanish moss. No fighting, no poverty, no sickness. A radiant glow beaming from the sky. Everyone's smile stretched sky high.  Animals gallavanting without fear.
I'm screaming out on the inside I have so much to say But the moment I part my lips... NOTHING-- I fight for the words to slip from my tongue
Graduation around the corner, Bright smiles shinning through
Seek and you shall find whats hidden deep in the depths of your mind. Beware of whats inside for you may find the demons you've been trying to hide.
She feels invisible, unloved. Confused why no one talks to her. She may be a little shy, But why do we treat her like she's debateable?   Let's slow down, Catch another breath,
I struggle with weakness in every stride The thought of your shattered lives I cannot defy To have raised what you thought to be ideal
It's 12:16 a.m. on a Wednesday I should try to get some sleep but I know I won't catch very many Z's  Every action ever done and word ever said Constantly runs through my head
A Flash Back To The Past?
Thinking is my only freedom As painful as it sounds I cannot ditch school, drink, or speed I do not have a weapons licenses Or even a fishing one   Punching someone in the face is allowed
What is this society we live in? We are all gears given similar purposes. Live freely. Confined in the school system ever since I was six. And I'll keep doing so until I find another purpose.
I can be whatever I want to be-That is, except myself.
Sometimes you’ll carry the world on your shoulders, even when thinking that you’ll fall
Patient You are as I wait upon You. With each passing doubt, You gently draw near
Wake up in the morning get dressed and make up my mind to go to school or wait What will make me go to school today? Wake up in the morning get dressed and make up my mind to go to work or wait
Gliding through the hallwaysSurrounded by people I don’t knowShoulders touching, voices collidingAnd I thinkHow is this any differentThan a place where the condemned goA residence for the convicts
Non existent
This is what the front line is like A line where all have stood at points in life A trial of tears, stress and pain Deception is an ugly site   There is some sort of delight
What makes me tick? Where to even begin? How can I reply when I can’t rely On my own mind. Exactly what kind Of question requires a response to complex It perplexes me, thoughts so convex
God instills the toughest battles on His strongest soldiers.
Trapped in an image, Afraid to be judged by the people around us Not being who you’re suppose to be, Forced to be what the world wants to see, What they think is right.
What is time? Is it the minutes, the hours, the days?Maybe it's years that pass while your not paying attention?What is time? Maybe it's the things you wish you could take backThe countless moments
Swimming in a pool of amniotic fluid Virgin to the unknown world. Momma cow releases her child, filled with joy to have brought a child in to this world.
They say when you die, there's a light.
Though George Bernard Shaw was the first person to say this,
That story is to hard to tell A tale to painful But alas the pages are opened To a heart so broken and dull Is it the water from the shower head? Or millions of tears from my eyes?
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