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Where my mind is walking, on common grounds, People know me, they hear my sounds, Taking part in parcels, my eyes see farther, Asking whit you know, the path gets darker, For one and all, so the sayings go,
Time, it takes time, It takes time to grow, it takes time to find, it takes time to learn, it takes time to forgive, it takes time to let go,
Reading the "Giving Tree"again at age twenty-three, made me reflect onmy current anger with my mother.She has been there for mebut as I have grown older, she became the boy and I became the tree.
On a warm summer day, a young child was walking with her parents through the New York City shops. A crisp 20 dollar bill was clutched in her hand, ruffling in the slight breeze as she skipped happily about.
We know the story starts “once upon a time.” Maybe not now because this story is mine. So, I was sitting in a tree, When a girl came to me.
 Christmas? Is that you?Man, you've come around quickly, are you sure it's not too soon?No? Okay. Gee then I better get myself into the spirit againBrace myself for all that Christmas music, those jolly tunes
Giving, It’s more than just living, It’s a random act, Not just a simple fact.   In retrospect, We give only to receive, And receive not expecting, To give.  
My small dove how I long to see you so Your memories cool like rain on my cheeks I have searched long, for you, the one I seek You are to be the one, which I bestow
I have made you a scarf,
Give me the sunset in a cupand I'll trap the moon in a jar. Give me the clouds all boxed upand I'll get the stars in a bowl. Give me the sunshine laid out on a plateand I'll have the sky in a bag.
Going to school,  12 years and I'm done. All my 8 classes, demanding attention. I use my car to drive there, it could use new suspension. All that car maintenance, demands such attention.
(Businessman Perspective) Cold and hungry as I tried to find a place to rest, I finally see a small warm cafe at the end of the road. I started to jog and cross my arms in front of my chest,
I just want to spend more of my life loving.more of it giving.I want to live my life withan outstretched hand,want my treasured memories to be full ofsmiles from people I have fed.
When you feel weighed down With arms and legs made of lead, Back broken, Bent over backwards, Spirits crushed like old soda cans, But you still say things like "I don't mind"
When my dad lets me borrow the car I don't even have to drive far As soon as the car is on I turn up my favorite song As soon as I arrive, I embrace the others who have already arrived With hugs
Selfish, i
Searching for the light I am the best friend found in the night. The smile adorning my face matches the smile in my soul. Others perhaps fail to give grace, I strive to make others whole.
The biggest gifts are presence and not presents,
i giv you my heart I give you my mind I give you my strangth No matter if your in the right or the wrong I will give you my all
Love, I come to the community where i give all my ability sometimes the simplest task my only hope you will grasp our world is dying we must putforth effort in trying
Oreo To think a childhood could reincarnate itself in mockery Oreo that's what they call me Oreo because I'm too black to be white, but not black enough to BE black Oreo
Giving a given gift   Unsolved like a puzzle A great maze of much The mystery of time One with design   Living among prime Optimistic and bold Leaving nothing old
The moon is my Goddess, for she creates the waves, and the songs that lull me to sleep. The Goddess is my moon, the Goddess is my earth, the Goddess grants me her boon, the Goddess guides me to her hearth,
Life brings many pains,But better not to grieve themUntil tomorrow. Wait for dawn to sayIt is worth your tears to cryFor last night's sorrow.
Here is my shoulder, on which to cry when days get colder. I offer my chest, lay down your weary head and rest. My arms are open wide, they will give you somewhere to hide. With feet on the ground,
  Hope is a burden Bestowed upon Very few of us In the current times But some do not know its
Not once in my life have I heard someone say “Could you spare some change?”; no, they expect we will pay. They sit with their signs, black words in black scrawl, and hope as we each walk on by, one and all.  
To give is to be passionate, Even to those you have no passion with, To give is to be loving, Even to those who give you nothing, To give is to show worth, Even though we all had since birth,
His Harmonica he played, sweet melody, music reached out to me like sun rays, penetrating my skin on a summer day, and I observed from a distance, not too far away, an old man with gray hairs, running down the sides of his face, an old coat he wor
I bet you don’t know the man he has become With all the lies spreading form his lungs What was branches are now roots We are but rotting fruits
If I were a tree, I would want to grow, tall, and round green and brown. I would stretch my branches wide, so that children, in them, would hide. And when my time to go was near, I would never shed a tear.
Selfish desires Thrive in our society. Lurking in every human mind Slowly Slowly Tearing all compassion away.
(poems go here) They did the work we didn’t want to do We could not be in the same room It was illegal for them to have a say If they even tried it was almost like they were thrown away This went on for 400 years
Shuffled by, Tossed and tied up without a bat of an eye Thrusted into a life that was unseen Depicted less of our mean Voice unheard, some sort of strangled silence
Shuffled by, Tossed and tied up without a bat of an eye Thrusted into a life that was unseen Depicted less of our mean Voice unheard, some sort of strangled silence
I see what your scared of, that thing inside that you want, the burning fire, te desire for change, you thought you could do it alone but your just one, thats what the doubters say,
The riders are teachers, The marchers are leaders, The man they all look too, Is a Baptist preacher. She sat in a chair, Not willing to share, To stand for her rights, Without being compared.
Some say ignorance is bliss, but I dare to disagree; I say ignorance is what the eyes are afraid to see. On the outside you may think these people are friends through whatever;
I've seen my people enslaved by these monsters I haven't seen them escape very far Still trapped by their masters, or the ones that claim they are And they've been hypnotized by those damn cars
Why won’t it change color? I try so hard To scrub off the darkness That will never go away It brings so much trouble and shame They stare at “it” Define me through “it” But I am more than that
Silence sweeps over the cotton fields of present day Georgia As gentle winds tickle the cypress and the pine. Streams ebb contently in their beds. Who would have thought in such a beautiful place,
I had a dream, he had a gun. I asked if I could sit, they asked if I could run. Without justice there is no peace, they say “I have justice so is there peace?”
In today's world, we hear about the civil rights movements in history class. We think, "that was so long ago, does it even matter now?" Most teens only think about our country now, not it's past.
This is a Rise^ For All of Those who have Died in order to keep the Living Hope Alive This a Rise^ For All of those who wear a disguise There's no need to hide
Oreos. Zebras. There are jokes about both That are funny to even the most welcoming of people. When two races mix, Two races so different as black and white, literally, Judgment is passed,
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