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Boom! Crash! Snap. We can't protect the fallen. We can't relieve the screeching Even if we try. Trembling and weak
This is War, They said as they dropped drones onto villages and killed grandma who was picking vegetables from her garden, This is War,
Wouldn’t it be amazing if the world had equality? If we all had choices and freedom? Now I know what some of you are going to say Going to preach Going to cry We are equal But I disagree
All around are people, too Busy to Care about anything except the moment they are in, too Distracted to notice that they are not the only ones that Exist. They do not have the time to see the world
All humans are born free and equal yet it never seems that way, Hateful words of society corrupt people from day to day “Dress how you’d like your body is great!”
People like you are dangerous creatures, hiding behind smiles, favours, and preachers. Fallen from grace, says you, just beacause you don't want to feel forgotten too.
America the Great. America that is mixed like a blender but judges based on race and a someone's gender. America the Great. Why do you hate me? Is it the color of my face?
tell me, what what what would you do if you could feel? killin our people do you see souls behind eyes? killin our people it’s been a dark night you’ve got to breathe
Make America Great Again, America was Great. America was Great, January, The third friday, The 20th,
A plethora of people from everywhere have seen it unfortunately, but will they ever feel it, live it, breathe it, or know it? I know I live it and am a nominee, but have not physically endured it - thank God.
Oh say can’t you see Ms. Liberty? You should be bending down on your knees, bending over backwards, Begging Please Begging that your babies stop being shot in the streets
“America the Beautiful" Many a times I have heard But beauty is subjective Beautiful to thy neighbor But to me, empty words “America the Great” I have heard time and time again
America – home of the brave. Neigh – home of the majority Home of the security, the humility, the fidelity Can anyone see the gravity? The gravity of the situation at the tips of our fingers
War hungry yet peace seeking. Assault rifles for protection. White privilege in a country built on immigrants. Home of the brave but afraid of innocent Muslims.
Black bird looking at these ivory faces,
We are the Foundation but, The pigment of our skin determines our fate, Whether we're worth a second thought before you attack,
Born in 1999, a Northwest city. Three sisters and three brothers, parents with no college degree and one income. But what do I know, of the riots, police brutality,
Freedom is tangible as glass stars. While it shimmers and shakes under the sky, It burns quickly, flickering out as dusk rises. Beneath the ashes the small ones scream, Filing into the streets below,
I Am American I am American, home of the brave and free, I am American, where dawns early light glints of the handgun cellphone, something in his pocket can't tell what it was BANG BANG BANG
A New Americana A nation built on heretics, immigrants, outcasts, Believed they had found solace and peace at last,
America is pretty great that I will admit. Freedom, justice, liberty We're all entitled to it. But America is changeable. We need some help, in fact. There are many problems we face here.
how can so much hate come from within a land known as great? there is no end to this fight for humanity to give in is to give away your sanity.
we are america the brave do you see us? we are here feet pressed firmly into american soil and we will not back down these are my sisters and my brothers
The man in the orange mask does not know my struggles. He does not know my intentions. Or my dreams. But how could he? For it is a nation that strived on the working class,
Question one. How did Nazi Germany rise to power? A) Religion B) Scapegoating C) Nationalism D) All of the above.
Welcome to America! now turn around and shoo. Take all these papers and come back a year or two. Liberty is in our pledge, yet still we cage such truth. We come so close to the edge,
Open up your sleepy eyes Darling Wake up from your dream This isn't paradise Face reality as it seems
Naperville I am privileged I live in Naperville I never struggled I have too much food to eat I have too many clothes to wear
from a wilted whisper to a unyielding yell you've forced my hand i won't back down anymore.
mommy,you told me i was made ofthe galaxyand its brightest stars.then why did grandpa frown upon my sightand make us sit at another table?
There's a group of people, living in silence - in the darkenss Many are aware of their existence Many are not Who am I to shine light on them - shine the truth It makes me sick to the stomach
United we stood, divided we've fallen.
High school and college became stressful and I began to doubt myself We got a new president and as a minority I began to fear the future, itself
From conception, we spend the next nine months wrapped in a cocoon of our mother's protection. Our cells come together to form
supporting choice supporting freedom rights (but are you ever horrified?) choosing girls fifteen sixteen eighteen who deserve their high school college years
Marhbaan, Kazhar 'Akhbar Breaking news A Yemen Funeral Raid launched by Saudi Arabia airplanes kills 140 mourners
Why is this a world where people are punished for themselves? They say God hates gays, They say God hates trannies, They say God hates blacks, They say God hates Asians, They say God hates us,
If the entire world were molded into one being It would have its hand extending out into space Seeking the aid of another world Man has devastated the planet
Not today. I’ll do it tomorrow. Does this sound familiar? It’s what kids tell their parents. At least, that’s how it was in my household.
Police… Hope for quiet… Someone calls in frightened… Hoping the law will save the day… Ten-four! Mother… Sends son for milk… Halfway there silence breaks…
Police… Hope for quiet… Someone calls in frightened… Hoping the law will save the day… Ten-four! Mother… Sends son for milk… Halfway there silence breaks…
We conquered and we conquered with ideals of manifest destiny ringing in our ears thoughts of salvation we brought with ourselves only to leave behind cries of devastation and fear,
A poem inspired by the militarization of the border as well as the Chicano Movement. Las hierlas
Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night breathless. My lungs seem to convulse, and each inhalation of air seems not to be enough for each exhalation too quickly follows.
Freedom to choose Freedom to lose It is a thing we all hold dear It movs up in tiers Not important in our adolescence but everything in our adulthood But what if it could Be stripped away?
The color of one’s skin Is not where they begin There should be no racism We’re all human A gender is a gender
A blessing found in hope A meager prize from the fight And I hear shouting still Bellows of injustice reign Through the dust, ash is born But still you claim it won
Most might say joy, love, hope, and sleep, However, I prefer the beauty of silence, With its daunting tones, And comfort it brings when I weep, The dramatic scene fostered by the cut of sirens.
Human Rights These are rights that are endowed to every human, rights that make us all equals. I cannot live without human rights, taking away these rights takes away my humanity.
A vote is the 19th amendment It is the shield for my mother, my sister, and my aunt It is the yellow stars that fall upon me It is the bruises that have been formed The blood that has been lost
I discovered suffering at 18. Not my own suffering, but rather the kind of suffering that happens when people let bad things happen and do nothing. Before that I was just
My thoughts are not limited to my own mind. They are exponential exceeding the parameters of a tangent. But I want them to be organised which is why I focus on brain management. My own mind wants to unwind
"Liberty and Justice for All", or so they say. These words seldom ring truthfully Every time I try to love my nation Another black teenager shot dead in the street,
The Corporate Noose. Yes, the Corporate Noose! The ensemble of tightly stitched fabric which hangs from the front of the neck then hangs loose. Most commonly worn in the workplace and one by every race.
Who am I but a figment of my own imagination? A lie. An idea I’ve used to claim the land of four nations. Who am I?
Sometimes I wonder What would it be like If the world were different Sometimes I wonder How many people Are killed and hurt Sometimes I wonder What would it take
I squeal in the silence of my bedroom When I am excited Because I am just me I sing out loud While my headphones are on Because I am just me I listen to myself talk
There are millions of voices that are silenced
Dear MOM, I know I never said this,
I pledge allegiance To the flag I remember the day My best friend said “I think I might be gay”
Don't Judge the Color of My Skin
World packed with cruel hate. It’s written in their fate. What can the people do? The worst part—the revulsion isn’t new.
Biting the bullet and yearning for peace my only sanity escapes me. Death is near, I've lost all fear... the bells continue to ring.
Have you ever had a secret in which you've held awhile; You see in the eyes of others that you're perceived odd or even vile; For you being different does not make you gross;
A blowing wind,
We are groups of people made to hate because of who we love not what we stand for. Did no one listen to your parents? You treat others how you want to be treated not
Where you supposed to go when your home aint even home happiness is in the gutters have to close up all those shutters see these people here dont love us so all we got is each other
filling out papers two options in front of me male female i am forced to mark the latter because even two years later the whole conversation meant absolutely nothing to you
People get so creative these days. All we ever hear when a new, un usual thing comes up now is "well, thats how it is now days." Sick they say! Sick! Am I sick? so disturbing to some so interesting
Could this be true The words flowing from your lips Such hurt you scream Such pain you cause me Love can't be forced fore it is a force in itself Tell me to love her when I'm in love with him
Love is funny. Love is weird. Love is knowing. Love is guiding. And to those whom it passes, it is unintentionally hurting.
We are the youth and we should know we want things to be more than now. A knowledge sleeps in the cracks of our knuckles and the straightness of our backs not just that things must change,
nobody left, and nobody died, but the family count went from six to five. a daughter abandoned, shunned, alone, because another girl's heart was the place she called home.
innocent little girl oh how your innocence has been taken stolen from you like a thief in the night a thief with so much power a thief with so much aggression and anger
There was a little boy. It was his first day of school. He was very cute and attractive, with a chubby little face and a slim body. He had a walk that was more of a waddle but he was still extremely coordinated and never fell.
I live in the urban area of kansas city which most people know it as a place of poverty not realizing that sure we might suffer from hunger but to be more exact we suffer for eduction.
Here I speak before you today in regrettable silence, For we have become a generation to be disgraced, for not only our actions but our power.
I have been affected. I have been touched. I have been dissected. I have been hushed. I have been affected By the death of those I love. I have been affected by the death you rain from above.
The simple things in life taken for granted sorrows and pain
A young women traveling round about Some called her lost, some a free spirit She never danced to the beat of another’s drum Many trials and failures, successes and triumphs Facing it all with weightless defiance
If I could play god for just one dayTo change any one thingTo make this world a better placeThen I would make it impossible for one human being to enslave anotherAnd thus abolish human trafficking for good forever
Mi Cuba An island paradise Crystal clear waters Bright beaches Swinging palm trees Nature from all over Mi Cuba A communistic island Equality for everyone
Changing More than your clothes More than your appearance Start with yourself, and look deeply Inside Leading More than yourself More than what's expected
If i had one change to change the world what I wouldn't give to have that chance I would end world hunger in that way saving more lives
when i was little i wrote even though my hands could barely reach over the keyboard without stumbling and tripping on each other, each word; each of
If I could change one thing? The World. Every boy. Every girl would have clothes food love and shoes they'd have the right to be free happy
Welcome to our society where people will judge you on the smallest things and not care.
They laugh and play and run around and say "That's retarded," overheard by the mother at the grocery store who wanted nothing more than the best for her son who was born with his disability. Ableism,
As I wash my hands the cheerleaders change into their new uniforms they don't know that I am washing my ring which takes more time than my hands they snicker and call me queer
I'm not a blank canvas for the artist to devourNature versus nurture, the hot debate of the hourLGBT, a community met with a staggering glowerThe humans represented have been robbed of all their power
we are taught to remove our individuality because no one likes a weirdo
My eyes have been wide openSince as long as I can remember."Love" was a word, an action, an emotionThat was second nature to me.
How can you look at me and say that I, snow that comes on a Christmas Eve, sweeping with the wind's influence, have more power, more beauty, more right to be on this earth
Not all things are as easy as they seem, A country of love, home of the brave, land of the free, But that's not entirely true, in fact it's a good bit false, We claim to love each other but it's not the right cause,
So, my skin isn't too light. Some might even say it's not right, just wrong. My hair isn't long by the beauty-man's standards. It lacks in flat and lifelessness. It's curly and wild, not wispy and slight. My eyes shaded with shadows and brown.
We as a nation fail to realize what's what when it comes to politics. When something goes wrong we're quick to blame our president. If someone kills someone pf a different race, they're racist or a terrorist.
We are all just human beings made of flesh, skin and bone. With hearts that love, hate, dream and beat to the rhythm of our own drum. With minds that think, contemplate, plan and create. Why do we write, read, breathe or speak?
break out Of bounds; set the standards around What others cannot Trouble inbound; bein followed Back to the roots, the home, the starting point disjointed from the hip
Welcome to the hospital. Where they strip you of your human rightsLike liberty and lawful due processYour right to choose, and live, and think,Then say you have Delusions of Persecution.
Delicate swans Clutched tightly by man's grip Forbidden to fly.
Her lungs seek fervently to find a breath of stuffy air, Her heart looks in desperation for courage to hope, Her mind searches hopelessly to find the end.
I have rotted in the ground Beaten by the howler’s hounds Galvanized another bound And, I escaped it
Hello Mommy, I'm here waiting. You found me yesterday; this is exciting. You don't know me yet, but I know you. I can feel your love so strong and true.
(poems go here) The wind it sits, highly enthroned, Its voice a commanding power, Pulling over trees into prostrate positions, mocking humility. The wind, when edged voice speaks, Stridently spoken, bold-hemmed terms,
You’re talkin too much throw your body to The Gears someone will come by to clean it up
If I was straight I wouldn’t be writing this damn thing If I was straight I wouldn’t need to hide my basic humans needs If I was straight would you still dehumanize me? Take away my rights and claim there “not meant to be”
Like the earth beneath a popular tree, life is shaded. The existence of knowledge stands firm and strong, yet, some and many cease to acknowledge the light peeking through its leaves.
sometimes i look at historythrough a microscopeand i feel so stingingly,gut-splicingly ashamedfor what happenedfor what is happeningfor what will happen
A thirty-mile thick crystalline wall Shrouding all sight like a bride’s lacy shawl We chisel and chip at its translucent sides Revealing, bit-by-bit, it slowly confides The secret of perpetual motion
This is me, this is who I am. This is my life, this is my business. I respect you, and I respect your choices. Respect mine.
Now you lay me down to sleep The soul God prayed for you to keep. Sentenced to die before I awake, My life ended, because of one mistake.
Years ago a flame was lit, a world divided, all people split. Moves were made by those daring few, some from bus seats, some from a pew. A line that divided was intentionally crossed,
We are all human We all want to be equal Why is it so hard?
Humans Our rights have come slowly Truman with equality Brown vs. Board mixing races Things are changing for humans Emmett Till beaten and shot Accusers walk and talk How does this happen to humans
When dreams long since are spent and broken- when a weary people can no longer wait- they will rise up, rise from raisins and sores and rotten meat, and they will speak.
Words, just words a man speaks, but they cradle me in wonder. Maybe if I wait a little longer and I march a little stronger
They're quiet and calm, blending into the waves of the ocean shore. Shells hard and tough like stone. Not intimidating or threatening, just there. There living and roaming. There to make the sand its friend and
Taken from familiarity All comforts stripped away Just like her soul Exposed to all, disrobed In the most unceremonious Of ways
I climbed up the mountain, the day was blue. Sprinkled in gold and burned with truth. The sun shone as I reached my goal. The peak loomed, then welcomed and called me home.