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i think i was 11 when a stranger first asked where i hid my money it was a cold winter day you could see your breath sway and stay as the snow flew your way i glanced back at his face
Turn silent there is no one for you  Learn that you alone  No one likes your tone  They don’t even pick up your phone  They throw shots like there stones  It feels like they are breaking my bones 
Judgment, I give Voices, I hear Stories, they tell Shoes, I stand in I stand where they stand I say what I know I voice what I understand I see judgment
I never learned how to apply for a loan. I had to ask my mother how to buy a home. My mind nearly collapses Trying to file taxes. Yet I feel like I’m expected Not to be protected
Life is a dreamI never thought I'd see. One where the flowers bloomAnd sing to me with
her pleasures in the shallows end   as the riptide guarantees 
It's getting darker. A tornado tears through lands, But I feel so bad. The impact is colossal. I wonder if it's my fault.
Under the surfaceResides an unknown girlDifferent from the one exposed to the worldI hide her insidewhere no one can seeBut this girl, the one trapped beneath the surface, is the real me.
I lie here and I think about what we could of had, you were like a puzzle to me that I wish to put together you always seemed down, and I wanted to bring you up you seemed to be lost, and I thought I found you
I can't let go of the past. It isn't that simple. The memories are engraved in my brain  Like the scars on skin. They play in my head over and over Like a movie on loop. If I could simply forget them
A prize he sees A peculiar sight they see  A blind duet  Attention I feel .. Why are we on display  Attention I want but not from them  Faces all around watching the show 
Big ass, big tits, and over sized lips. Long weaves, fake nails, and bright red ass lipstick. Bad attitude, smart remarks, and the things that make me and you sick. That's your typical black girl. But it ain't me.
I want to say thank you. Thank you to the ones that have treated me poorly. That have taken my past and pointed it at my throat like a sharpened knife. We all make mistakes...
When there is no way out 
Music is my voice Lyrics are my words A mermaids rejoice  In a broken world  My infectious laughter pollutes the air Jumping in imagination With love and hope everywhere Creating inspiration
My eyes dart side to side looking for the welcoming smile, Was it not enough, You have put my entire life on trial, I know what I have done makes my outside rough,
People often realize  they can endure more than they thought they could when enduring becomes the only option.  But sometimes- when people can't endure- they break. break a little, 
Babe Dear Hun Love These are the names  Of the ones That I love   Stupid Sick Ugly Jerk These are the names I've been called All my life
Who am I?Am I the girl that stares into the mirror, internally degrading herself for not beingsociety's sweetheart?Who am I?Am I the lady who cannot keep up with the 
Quiet, they say.
Corrosive stares deteriorate the fragile filter my fears create. This pseudo sense of normality, is a dam for my creative profligacy.   Beneath this exoskeleton of perfection
One white kid in the whole neighborhood All my friends spoke Spanish but still I knew the truth That every one of us wants the same exact thing To find a safe haven and to have a family  
The pulse of my soul flows slow and deep
Stand still solider  Knowing that you will never see your little sister grow older Stand still solider 
Dreams guid us... 
What makes me, me? Is it the way I comb my hair, my brains and beauty, or the shoes i wear on my feet? What makes me any different from you? Is it because i'm so kind
I know as I write about what's wrong or right. Someone wants to see the end of my life. I tell them go ahead and try! I'm at that point I'm not scare to die for enlightening minds.
Never Judge a book by it's cover. It's different from you to the other. They're much funnier then you think, Please, sit there calmly and drink. You judge silently like they all do,
It’s so easy to hide our abuses Blame it all on life, we did not choose this. So we make up excuses and choose not to see other's bruises Life turns us all red, yellow, brown, white, and blue 
Do you ever think about one situation & how one little detail could've changed everything?
Oh no
Through these eyes I have witnessed hardship, Through this mouth I have tasted the tears,
It means something to go to college. Whether it be to get an education or gain respect. It means something. Whether it be to make something of yourself or to grab attention. It means something.
You go to school. You get good grades. You go to college. You graduate. You get a job. You get married. You have kids. You retire. You die. Guaranteed success.
So what if I take up a little more room than the average person does To me........that just means I'm a little more to love Im just LIFESIZED See I go in public they look and they stare
Deletion.  Every single one gone.  The memories are fading away.  No way of looking back into the past. No young faces nothing but a faded thought.  Deleted forever, what once was is now gone.
Stereotypes and criticismAll in my head.I can not getMy head right.Liking the same sex hasNothing to do withSomeone else'sCriticism and opinions.Making stereotypes about
Happy What Is It? They say Its money They say Its not money What is Happy? They say Its family They say its marriage What is Happy? Is it light? Is it dark?
When I Look at You by Savanna Morgan When I look at you I see a blind, incoherent fool Because aren't we all Do we not build up our own houses, then  due to no foundation we fall.
  I can't explain the things that I'm feeling right now   My mind, my body, my soul are being bombarded with poisenous thoughts   I'm being ripped apart into a million little pieces  
I’ve known you for a while now You and I are close friends  We’re best friends I’ve noticed how you have changed from a sad little girl into a mature young woman People made fun of you They hurt you
Shh. They can't hear you. Shh. You can't talk about that. Shh. What will everyone think? Shh. No! Ring the alarm, bang the pots, scream out loud!
It's always a good time for a drink.       Drank            Drunk Easy girls and wasted guys make it all the much easier to point a finger blaming a solo cup of bubbles and warm beer.
We all have problems So who are you to come at me Did you ever think that there could be a possibility that i understand In spite of what you have come to "know" We are the same, having a bad day
No one sees, no one speaks, no one listens to the mind of the weak. not here, not there, nor anywhere can this heart bear this pain. I cant breathe. I cant get past. This emotion, this judgment
Inspiration, that imperial feeling toward yourself, to express yourself, while addressing yourself with the things you do to the people who see only to judge, judge, judge you for your rights or w
The question that repeats in most minds that asscioate with me, tends to get rather tiring. "WHY  DO YOU LIKE TO WRITE SO MUCH?" " I like to write because it helps me." *que questionble face and they walk away and talk about me and ask others if I
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Believe To Achieve To Beleive You Must Achieve Over Come Fears And Regrets Stress Or Non-Stress
He said yo midget but I kept on walking little did he know I went home and cried myself to sleep
All I wanna do is play, But I'm watching the days pass away, And although you don't give me toys to chew, Master I will always love you,   You walk in the door and I'm happy,
Strings attached Playing puppeteer with nimble fingers and old, vivid nightmares   I'm your puppet darling   Strings attached Center with each, individual, socket
Words cannot express the emotion in my body Like the rush of water crashing into the rocks  My aspiration to talk is shadowed by humility Clinching my fists and shuttering in fear
confident yet insecure
My mind has an emotion that feeds of my heart For what I feel it expresses in words It is not scripted to what it must be But simply just wright's from what my heart tells thee It dances to life with creativity
Dear Ladies,
I come from a family that didn't have much Seems like each day the road would get tough The rain would never let up but through it all I kept my head up Because i new one day there would be a blue sky
We live in a world where society rules most of us  We create groups to isolate our selfs from larger crowds We figure that if we stay away from the people who try and change us then we cant be changed
Writin' this for Power Poetry, Hopin' that they notice me, And I hope to see this scholarship, Cause man these loans, They make me sick, Emptied pockets,
Dirt on the flowers Smudges on the mirror Scars on a face Not all as they appear   Some turn and run Others point and jeer For what's on the outside Is all there is to cheer  
Looks are deceiving 
It's 12:10am as i write this my darling insomnia fueling my abyss feeling cool and calm as music fills the air though as calm as i feel i can't ignore my thoughts the thoughts that i can't bear
They call me 2 chairs Alls i get is deep stares Feelin like im commonly confused
I see people all around me They love making life better for their self some for ourselves
You claimed you didn't mean them,
Full of knowledge I received Rooted deep in earth I didn’t have to travel I am the inner cup Half full kind of tree I listen to remember Listen to the wind Who carries stories
Black and White, for some that is all there is the stark constrast of good and bad, right and wrong, rich and poor, thick and thin.  What ever happened to gray? to shade, to shadow,
A sprouting flower still frail and green Before it bloomed they doubt what they see Quantified judgments have been made before
Everything is different behind the glass
I look around and see destruction.
You know what really makes me tick… When I just overheard someone in the library making fun of someone to their friend Someone getting talked about because of their race, sex, or even choice of clothes
I am nothing but a toy. And I can stand up here and smile as those who know me, those who love me, stare in shock as they realize that the girl they treasure isn't worth anything more than a cheap piece of plastic.
As a consultant, I work with team members across the globe, coming into the role with preconceptions I know. Quickly, I realized that we come from the same God, being able to communicate with simply a nod.  
Our labels define us Mother,  Father, Student, Nerd. Jock, Alcoholic,
Our labels define us Mother,  Father, Student, Nerd. Jock, Alcoholic,
that girl is dressed in black from her head down to her toe her name lost in a stereotype  that some may call "emo"   that boy who holds his lovers hand and smiles as he kisses his lips
A single glance, a sneer A single tear, remorse
If I had the ability to get rid of one thing It would be the judgment we fling At one another on any given day. Because we feel that it is the way To popularity; being “cool.”
Judgment.Discrimination.That’s all I ever see.When will come the timeWhen we see each other equally?Appearance.Identity.Criticized constantly.Why can’t we live in a world
The one thing that ears at me, Is that someones looks is all they see. Beauty should be inner not outter,  And that is the one thing that I would change.   One can be beautiful with piercings and tattoos,
An image of your ebony skinis burned into the edges of my mind,a stark contrast against thetan of my own.It resides beside a deep fear of mine,a swirling void of judgmentin the eyes of those that may see
As I sit in class and think, endless words stare back at me The black ink bleeds information that I read reluctantly Todays lesson doesnt interest me and Im tired of it There is knowledge being taught but I dont aquire it
Lyrics so enchanting I tremble Beat so good I shake it My brain My thoughts Coincide With my withdrawals Especially if I have the withal Or the guts Or the truth Or the tenacity
Dark streets Flickering lamposts Light at the end of the street, success Voices yelling at me Some good, some bad "You're worthless" "Just quit now" "You'll get there...yea right."
What is the world filled of? How does it work? and why? Why do some chose to assimilate into the crowd intstead of being themselves? Why is life so hard for one person, but so easy for another?
Don’t be fooled by the innocent Smile that’s been glued on This face, papier-mâchéd with scraps Of porcelain and love Poems and kindness Around a cage of demands To be pure.
I'm sorry that I fit the face of villains. Villains that have one criteria - white.
I am awake, I am alive. Have I been forgiven for the sins I never committed? Have I been judged for the non-existent lies that I told? The truth is among us, but has it set me free? No...
With the worldly wise and well worn arrows of the deep And the everlasting beauties of an unawakened sleep The world is slick and rotten through A sickly melody for those that chant, to croon
All I ever wanted Was for you To want me Take me Absorb me For who I am But it seems too much to ask
“Don’t judge me.” It’s a two way street. The problem is, I feel like the cars Are only moving on my side. A traffic jam Caused by you, Missin the signs; Or maybe you read them,
It’s getting claustrophobic Between these four walls That try to kill me every day Because I won’t give in It never works, but I get paranoid Because everyone is watching Every single move I make
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