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Prison, Nursing Homes, Buses,
All have one thing in common
Jail, Streets, Graves,
But let’s not talk about it
Sunshine, Rainbows, Happiness,
Are much better things to think of
If we aren't getting killed by cops or enduring police brutality
We are killing each other.
It's like the fighting never stops.
History is slowing repeating itself, just in different versions.
Why can’t a woman be a man?
And why can’t a man be a woman?
Generations have passed and nothing is subdued.
Dear ears that are listening, and eyes that read me wrong.
No I am NOT the black girl "video vixen" that throws it back to the beat of every song.
Insomnia. The result of my overbearing thoughts of a past I can’t change, of a future I’m terribly unsure of. Most nights I barely sleep, some nights not at all. However, I suppose this is what comes of one whose thoughts consume their soul.
They say I have too much hope.
They say I'm a dreamer.
But when I look out my window,
on a starry night,
I can only see each snowflake fall one by one.
On a starlit night
When you watch the bullies walk through the hall
and make fun of all the people they see.
Do you realise what you do
to their mind when they go home?
They sit and think of all these things
We are all born to sin
we all do
by age ten
we done lied and even stolen too
by age fifteen
for most kids
have seen things that weren't meant
to be seen
and those sights cannot be rid
The strong array of colors were illuminating my eyes
the colors deepend my desire to create
i gathered all my weapons pencils, paint, erasers, markers
i decided to demonstrate my love of art
Don’t ever dream to wage a war
Against the powers that be
You’ll scratch and claw and only get sore
I wont stop trying to walk on water,
Even if i cannot swim.
Not because of fear i won't
Lose all my dreams and hopes
Movies and films are much more than just fun.
films that reveal victims that are more than done.
i want to be a director that shares their dismay,
I'll show how good wins but how evil still poisions the day.
My eyes, crystal clear.
I'm opned, anew...
Inspired too.
None other than the word love can explain it-
It's bubbling over, unable to contain it.
Not wishing to do so, I wish I had none.
“You can be anything you want to be—a doctor or a lawyer.”My father was a math man, a mad man; definitely not a family man.I was a dreamer, an idealist; a girl tormented with wanderlust and impatience.
To Be a Animator-I have to focus on the body to the movtion of the wind from the sky to birds to a woman like me.
To change the world
That's what I'll do
One letter at a time
One word
One stanza
One very long novel
One writing at a time
To change the world
That's what I'll do
Facades, masks, disguises,
we live in a world filled with lies.
All the fibs we tell,
we are never truly ourselves.
Conformity,
the rules set by society,
Charm is deceptive, beauty's fleeting
So the story goes
Wrong direction, has my heart beating
And no one knows
The well worn path presented before
The bright, red apple stikcing out as a lure
Have we really come to this?
Our earth, our world, our lives.
Society used to mean something, be something.
Our ancestors risked their lives and their families lives to come to a better world, to start a new life.
God teaches us love,
Compassion,
Grace,
Honesty,
Patience,
God shows us love,
That we are all treasures,
That we are worth sacrifices,
That we are all perfect in His eyes,
The rap game is constantly changing
Unfortunately, not for the better
Instead of making songs about positivity, morals, and goals
They're rapping about sex, cars, and clothes
It is the sound of hushed breathing. It is the rhythmic silhouette of strides, the perfectly choreographed dance. It is the way that the summer sunlight creates small crystals in the hanging spider webs.
I look in the mirror and I see a girl
A girl who wants to change the world
Show everyone what could be
If from our eyes we erased the greed
The greed of a nation wanting more
Money, power galore
I loved her so until the end
but even my love could not mend
of the evil that lived inside
of her and continued to hide
We had to make our schedules bend
So many people speakin of things
they know nothing about.
Assumptions turn into rumors,
The difference is a letter
Or a chromosome, really
It’s a variable, it’s chance
By biology, a 50/50 split
XX = XY
It’s not biology
It’s society
I am a female; I am told I am lesser
He is popping pills
Trying to get rid of the pain
But all people seem to realize
Is that he's an idiot and completely insane
Harassed on a daily basis
He can't seem to get off the crazy train
From a small town in Wyoming there’s very little to do,
Except dream up a life much bigger than you.
(commence beat boxing, prefiable in the same rhythm of "Like Toy Soldiers" by Emeniem
Yo, I've been coding since I was a little seed
An aspiring pharmacist just wanting to give
Wanting to help others in the community in which I live
Staggering through obstacles and I just need a lift
I can't let this opportunity slip off the cliff
Who? Who?
All I see:faceted dreams
Sparkling a thousand suns bright.
Years of crinkled paper/littered art/stained fingers
Rusty pages after dark-
My first sunrise
With my feet buried in the sand, and the ocean waves moving peacefully,
my mind began to drift into deep imagination.
My eyes wide awake, as my subconscious being ignoring the pain from not blinking.
It seems like everyone decides what carrer to pursue by the amont of money they get.
A dream job does not have to be a dream,
It can be a reality even though it may seem,
Impossible, or very hard to obtain,
Some might consider me a bit insane,
To go to school for hours upon hours,
I was absolutely sure, my mind was set
that I wanted to be an architect yet
these mental barriers stand in my way
stress over school, money, my hope's slipping away
a bar of soap that i cannot grasp for a minute
Dream to help,
Help to make dreams
To be before other pushing,
Toward their life.
I wish to teach and
and make it possible to change the world
Change the world by making
The white brick walls with bright blue stretchers,
Patients coming in with pipes through their skulls,
Sounds like a hardcore, Heavy Metal song,
But it's not. It's my dream job!
To become an ER doctor,
Lobster,shrimp, champagne
I'm feasting and sipping on this while I'm work on my campaign
wow up 400 votes I'm to sharp in my own lane
while I stay humble, let me go in front of the people and stay strong
The words of doubt,
They tell me I can't,
I won't,
They say the chances are slim,
That I won't get the job,
But I won't listen.
My dream is big,
My dream is my job,
I don't know how it feelsTo be given an expiration date.I don't know how it feelsTo swallow sixteen different pills each morning.I don't know how it feels
I want to change the world, but if I can change one life, mine is worth it.
I want to be there when the strongest child wants to quit.
I am a nurse by trade, but that also implies,
Look I made it move!
Those basic shapes
Come to life as I improve,
Do they smile or brood?
It's all up to me,
My pencil sets the mood.
All to see a smile,
Or to entertain,
I remember in preschool
When they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up,
I remember looking at the teacher with confusion
Without a clue of what to say; I thought there was
A Light in the Darkest of Nights.
By: Keila Levis
I see love at first sight.
I see wonders in the sky.
Like an owl, I see the darkest of nights.
I see loneliness, as I spy.
One day
I will be that
A chef
One day
I'll make it
Big
One day
I'll go to culinay school
One day
I'll get my degree
All it takes is one
One day
Born to a mother with terrible addictions,along side the father who never called.A drunk stepfather who was always angry.These people, I never want to become.
a karate man is the job for me,
teaching, skillful, it's easy for me,
kick, punch, flip and land,
show the bad guy whos the man,
that's right it's me,
a karate man is what i'm to be,
Sitting at my desk,
When the bell rings.
The students come in,
What will today bring?
Good mornings are exchanged,
Supplies are taken out.
Standing in front of my students,
For one job could change my life,
For one job may have another kids college paid for, just for looking nice,
For one job may make my money right,
For one job could land me closer to my future wife.
I remember my first comic book
Watchmen - I was skeptical.
Superheroes could't be intellectual.
But now i've read it seven times
There's always something new to look at
If I could change one thing-
It'd be your life.
It'd be the hopelessness you feel in the morning.
I'm alive because of one job
One job
My future job, may God allow it
Music is everywhere
Everything
And all you've gotta do is embrace it
Take it
Change it
Make it
Make it yours
If I could do anything
anything at all.
I wish I could be a blacksmith
to make armour for the knights
so that Crusaders would know me
so that kings would value my service
So many places to see
To visit all tourist shops
And experience all the unknowns
To see every place imaginable
To be able to meet
All the inspiring people
To be able to learn
One life
One world
Many opportunities to make a difference.
To change the world
with just one job
could be the easiest thing in the world...
if it's already your passion.
I used to be here,
Didn't we all.
History shows,
Powerful nations,
Always fall.
But we never worry,
Never show fear.
Just shake our fists,
And drink a beer.
No! Don't cry,
The world is laid before us,
Awaiting our command
School is slow receding and
The earth is in our hand
They say I can do any
Thing that I desire
I could save the dying
Or save a babe from fire
Walking down the street
Suddenly life changed
I thought to myself
“I gotta stop being so disengaged,
It’s time to take control of my own life,
Be the man I want and end my strife”
I want to make the impossible
Grab ahold and don't let go,
My mind knows which way to turn
The things we could do,
if we only thought to.
The kids we could save,
if attention we paid.
The unnecessary pain
we know drives them insane
and we could be the ones
We look in each others’ eyes,
uncomprehending,
we don’t seem to realize—
strip the details and what remains?
we are the same.
Society is machinery,
and we all have our place,
A chance to change the world,
meaning not just by heart and soul,
but even by actions and words,
that can once again make us whole.
The creator gave humanity a choice,
I would not change my bue eyes, or freckled cheeks
I would not change my broad shoulders or big white teeth
I would not change my wheight
I love me, I am great.
I would not change the past
Busy sidewalks,
crowds of people—
rush rush rush.
No time, no time,
will not stop
hesitate—
Too busy busy busy
too much effort to see
difficulty.
Society has a mindset, a mindset that you have to look like a photoshopped picture on a bilboard or magazine.
I watch the news, people are dying
look around the halls, girls are crying
not about the hyrricane, or the war in Iraq-
about the boys they admire
Let’s give them guns,
Let’s show them how to shot someone,
Let’s to teach them to feel nothing about seeing the blood of their family,
Let’s watch their souls turn into masters of death,
We have created monsters,
The cries of the people, the slash of the machete
How could we ignore?
The millions of bodies that lined the roads, the celebrations of the killers
How can we forget?
Now I can’t quite understand, & I can’t quite comprehend,
Why anyone in this world would want to hurt my best friend.
He’s my baby brother; he’s only twelve years old.
And he’s unlike any other, with his heart of gold.
