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I hate when someone gets bullied
Even though I stay out of the arguments
I have a personal exception
When people are bullied for being smart
Often referring to them as nerds or punks
beautiful notes drifting through the halls
drifting through the walls
drifting through my mind
drifting so that I can find
as I drift towards the end of my road
Words here and words there just tell me which one is best
Which memory should I consult? Tell me what you suggest.
It seems I always knew the earth was round.
From my childhood it was preached in learning.
The fact always struck me as perfect,
And wonderfully so.
What a glorious place is this,
that the freedoms of speech and religion prevail.
What a devasted place is this,
that th stifling of free press exists.
What a magnificent place is this,
Color encompassing unfamiliar faces
All united under one familiar flag soaring high
Unknown are the backgrounds, but defined are the races
Gathering and discussing under one sky
“Can you hear me?” I choke out through jagged breaths
I watch the world I’d once known crumble into ashes as an odious ringing invades my ears
all around me is burning but I stood there frozen
“Yes, we hear you”
at this time of great unrest
our nation stands
divided
in a civil war of prose
snowflakes and nazis
aliens and terrorists
little do our people know
pride comes before the fall
As we have 1.6 Million people on the steets braving nature as if we are in year 1.
As we have 4.9 percent of Americans unemployed, not counting those not even looking for jobs.
We are the people of the USA. We’ve got to learn that we’ve got to pray. We the people are united no matter how hard we try to be divided. Yes were different, I’ll give you that. But it only takes one to make an impact.
People ask me what to me makes America. If you ask 1,000 people you will get 1,000 answers, some good some bad, so let me just lay down a few facts.
America flies, but we need to soar.
We strive for higher, but pull ourselves down.
We look to the left; we look to the right,
When the answer is meet in the middle.
Rain - is the world's way of crying
Snow - is the world's way of cleansing its life.
Sun - is the world's way of showing happiness.
Earthquakes -are the world's way of shouting.
I saw him
From across the room
I knew he would never be mine
So I simply looked and admired from afar
Unknowing he was doing the same to me
Caught in seperate worlds
United by a common thread
What is family. To me, familly is all.
Family is what keeps you up and running,
Family is what supports you and loves you no matter what.
Withought family, my love is lost,
Withought family, my hope is lost.
A boy shot in the street
A cop with a gun
Six witnesses and hard evidence
Darren Wilson is given paid leave rather than put behind bars
Ferguon is called a riot area
As they block off any reports
I'm not just scared for me, I'm scared for my brother and my nephews. I'm scared that this world we live in will never give them the chance to reach their potential because they are black men in America.
Everyday is a living day
As i see people come and go by
For some people is tragedy
For some others is heaven
Twenty-two seven,
Wandering in the streets
Writing my life on these sheets
As I ponder about the essence of beauty,
I take a look at my mother's hands, oh how rough they are, filled wiht hard work
As I ponder about the essence of beauty,
I take a look at my mother's hands, oh how rough they are, filled wiht hard work
In the midst of the Sherman & 12th man unbecoming backlash, I wrote this piece on a sunny Seattle afternoon.
The sun shines bright upon the snow the land a white expanse
The wintry air is brisk, yet still, the lake frozen and vast
He takes her up in his arms, and they turn to a music only they can hear
Facing the dedication plaque of The East Coast Memorial in Battery Park,sat a navy spiral bound with a worn post-it note upon the cover.Head slightly tilted, I scoff at the carelessness of some kids.
Everytime I look around and see an inhospitable stare directed at me, I want to say
QUIT LOOKING AT ME! I'm no different from you
Times are changing,
That’s no question.
The world we live in is constantly spiraling,
And we have been told it’s up to us to shape it into something we would want to live in.
Walking down the street
Its more than a dream
Its the reality that makes my soul want to jump out of me
What I see is a frightening sight
All different faces but no difference inside
The sky looked down on fields of grey, the blood of towers drifting onto a concrete street
A street, nothing more, a street cold and dead, weeped from the loss of thousands.
In the eyes of God we are all the same. Human. One life. One name.
So why cant people realize that we are all the same?
I dont care what color your skin shines and soaks in.
I dont care if your gay, straight or lesbian.
Cloudy, but no rain. Overcast
Externally. The internal, much different.
In the midst of a storm, their earth was quaking
Images of a dynamic dream and whispers of, "this too shall pass."
shine.
rise.
I shine and rise.
We rise together.
We are one.
One shine.
One heart.
Black, White, Indian Asian, Hispanic,
The color of someones skin is no reason to panic.
Why should anyone have to prove their worth,
We are all human beings on this planet called earth.
I want a million dollars.
I want a new phone.
I want an 'A' in class.
I want,
I want,
I want.
