Violence

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Sitting on the floor,Our hands interlocked, pulling,My eyes watering, The anger in his eyes,The suffering, the madness,The gun between us.
It is the will of few men,That many must die,Petty feuds to mend,And boys in graves to lie, 
You are crawling through her veins She will always remember you- her first. Her only. Never will she ever be able to compare her lovers to you, because you are crawling through her veins.
Tonight the dogs fought, Sounding all at once Like a thousand people screaming And a flight of hundreds of crows taking off, Their wings smacking the air All at once in a horrendous cacophony of noise:
This is War, They said as they dropped drones onto villages and killed grandma who was picking vegetables from her garden, This is War,
I know I haven't written In a while, but I'm getting in that mood again And can't stop thinking about what happened So I'll do this to get it out my mind. And I hope I just stop crying.
Like blood matting fur, the hunger stems down the spine, sweetest torment. And echoes in fear, a flash, blind Contrast – the forest awash with red, swirling, the scent in the breeze, buzz
Some has it easier than others, Some has it not, Some were raised by their mothers, and some their own hath forgot.
As I lay in my bed, I can't help but feel bad that somewhere, some time tonight... A poor child will be dead. There'll be no justice; It is something, society will easily forget.
I am no more a beautiful, My bruises made intentional; They watched as though a wonder occurred, Twas mine right eye through agony suffered.
I miss that time when people looked at pigeons, dancing with the wind. Now there's too much crime. In my mind... I wonder about, "the life of pigeons"
The feeling of a burn pulses across my body I've grown accostumed to the pain like one would a hobby   The feeling of hands around my throat are shown by the bruises  It always seems like Im the one who loses
Love. Thats it. The answer, the way. If only everyone thought that today. If only love was at the frontlines of war, There would be peace, and violence no more. If only love was the greater message.
They say you see someone’s soul Through their eyes I see their souls In the money they Slide into my jacket  
The young people Out to enjoy the night Sweating under blinding lights Screaming for a glimpse of their hero But with freedom comes malevolent evil
Perhaps we are all blind sometimes. Our vision becomes shrouded in the pitch-black darkness of our own rotten words. Our blood turns cold, emerald with envy.
  Since firearms manifold more bang for their buck, any rational per son or daughter, one wood love to chuck fired and squawks like Donald Duck up in arms at alarming spike vis a vis trigger, where luck
  So here's the thing, We were never really friends, Our friendship was just a dead end, You were the one out of many who understands, But what surprised me was that we were always holding hands, Our relationship saw a future, It ended with hatred
  Welcome to my country My home and my land My pride and joy   My country The place of freedom
Content notice: Violence against people of color, people with disabilities, trans wimmin, and gender nonconforming people; allusion to suicide, sexual violence, and genocide. End of content notice.  
Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early darkness, surrounding me in this prison, killing me, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming is our incredibly racist past,
Forget the blood lines that make our trees bright red Forget the colors that highlight our lively skin Brothers, sister, mothers and fathers We are all something bigger, better and stronger Yet…
America, When did you forget to love? When did you forget to take care of your children? America, We only want love, we only want peace. America,
Oh Chicago, how you eat its young with passion in the night. Oh Chicago, how you reveal a love soliloquy from Frank himself.
(This poem was written in response to the murders of Carter Davis and Natalie Henderson in 2016.  The students lived in my local area. I hope they find peace in heaven.)
America the beautiful, the broken   The late night party, he takes advantage When she wakes up, she feels the damage There are no repercussions for his evil deed
America is violence. America is a land, “where all men are created equal” But what happens when those men are people of color, Islamic, gay, or female.
Rising and falling History on repeat  Bombs and endless wars We all must always compete Fighting to the death Living to the brink Fathers holding guns Mothers burying sons
Ode to the State   Ode to the love and to the hate   Ode to the world that we make   To the skies of gray
How
You hear it all the time I want to change the world I want to save it But how How can I How can you
There's a song in the streets. It's right below our feet. We choose to ignore it. We all learn to take a hit. There's a child screaming mercy. The President's a controversy.
Looking up at the stars feeling the grass on feet tears in eyes blood in the street. The wind is howling, the birds all scream, at the horrendous crimes that the media eats.
....AND THE HOME OF THE BRAVE!!! The crowd's roar, but maybe I've got a little voice telling me there's more. If bravery means winning and fighting and gore,  Then I am a coward, just that and no more.  
                                        theres rocks in my pool tonight.                                              i tried to swim through                            but caught my self in a rapid, i just let the water take me 
A perfect world is unrealistic Crime, violence, guns, deaths, gangs When will it slow down
Let’s talk about America.   Let’s talk about us and that thing we do when our cabernet tastes more rotten than fermented,
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.      
the united statesin a separated stateMinorities vs Majorities brother vs brother separated like oil and vinegar because Liberty and Justice For All only quailifies when your Caucasian father and motherpull 100K a yearno justice for the black boy w
Have you seen the red house on Castle Street? The family in the red house is the first one you’ll meet. There’s a friendly mother and stern father,
cigarettes hanging from empty mouths.my hands are shaking and my corpse is God. the raindrops sound like the bombsthat ring in our ears and tear us apart.  those ruins and picture framescoated with ash 
I stood bare foot up first words whisper, to adapt I must adopt. An image no more a minority to the wide spread hatred we call war.
Who am I? What have I let myself become? A person so dependent on your love that I merely can't see through the fog So blinded by the thought of you that it clouds the very reasons why this wall I've built is there
can't we scatter our love like seeds in the spring  and watch them grow and hear the birds singing  and as the passer-by smells  newborn fruit  it will give them a reason to follow suit.   can't the love we accept be the love we give?  the hungry
A year ago your angry handsLeft red and purple sunset marks on my porcelain skin.Your lips dripped honey-covered apologies,But nothing ever really changed.
The clock strikes 2 am As I wait for him To blow down the doors The phone rings That is probably him I answer it It was not my husband Rushing downtown I run through the doors
Encrusted red splattered walls Red spotted floors Serve to remind me How everything I do Is wrong in his eyes Those bloodshot eyes Coming home every evening With flammable breath
Our thoughts and prayers are with you say the living to the dead  But no one acts to prevent those souls from laying down their head  "I can't live without my precious gun, it brings me too much joy", they say
In the cold, dead of winter night, through the highest maple branches, on the wind whistling through the air, rides a song full of tears.   Cries of the innocent, the guilties fears,
I was a soldier whose name was not knownI walked onto the battlefield, where no man roamed.I looked out to see what else existed.And I saw another who
Dear Momma, I if I never live to see you again I hope I made you proud. Im afraid that while walking to the train I could be shot down. We're being treated like wild animal just because the color of our skin is brown.
Donald Trump has 306 electoral votes and Hillary Clinton has 232.Hillary's supporters are causing violence and that is a lousy thing to do.
He is not my “Dad,” just simply my father With his face pressed against mine, eyes closed, smiling, He looks as if he loves me And maybe he does, but I refuse to believe it
The perfect crime The way to Grab someone Kick them or Cut them All without moving Just by uttering a few breaths Filling the air with poison The evidence is never obvious
When I fall, I fall into sleep, When I sleep, I sleep in peace.   When in peace, I think of violence, Violence that leaves my voice hoarse. The strange thing though, when in sleep,
Imitation is suicide Why walk when you can fly What wakes me up early to greet the day Is turning on the news and hoping to see a change But all I see is children in chains And sand covered in brains
Some white guy cooked up the idea that Americans bleed red, white and blueFrankly speaking, that just isn't true.I've seen so many Americans bleed,On the Internet, on tvAnd let me tell you there's red in the streets
When the smoke clears Rubble stands, The system broke And death walks free.
Bloodshot eye, wounded in the thigh   doesn't cry                                                              Just a normal day under the Helmand sky. Oxy proxy     war in my head   night terrors in bed
Walking down Eastlands in Nairobi with my head bowed and my hands pocketed at 3am has always been such a beautiful thing to me.
Again, I am here Again, I am at a loss Again, I haves questions Again, there's no answers Again, a stastic Again, lives equals numbers Again, the desensitation Again, the lack of underestanding
I hate the world. Especially when I find myself In an office on a hot afternoon   This is not my cup of tea. I am busy talking to people I couldn’t care less about; About shit nobody cares about.
I have this sort of obsession. It’ll seem alarming, but hear me out.   I have these dreams, visions really, of blood. It’s fresh, dripping or pooling on hardwood floor.  
It’s all so cold lost and lonely, veiled by frost- be quiet, I’m told never speak up, no cost never any loss-
Again. A scorching night of booze-inspired yells lingers in the air. The Heat causes the mistakes to stick to the yellowed, resin walls and the sweat soaked sheets.
I have an illness. I have an illness you cannot see. I have an illness you cannot see that is terminal. I forgive.   I forgive you when you warn me. I should have been more grateful.
My dismantled figure stands beaten and wounded, for you have no sense of sympathy as you change into a metamorphisis My anger, frustration, and humiliation suddenly turns into banter for the crowd as they pull their cellphones out
For all the pain and the nights that I cried For all the tears For the fights For all the times that you used me Because you played with my heart Why don't you f**k you?
Help! I did it again. I walked to the priest with my face reflecting pain. I said to him, “Priest, you are the modern quintessence of Cain!” “Priest, you are this society’s pain!”
Women in the Web by Kari Barge   Things have changed We may not be burned at the stake But we are forced to fake…
I hear the screams I hear the cries But when I try to stop them The voices reply, "Darling dear….” “You've been talking back!"
The animal was suffering cruel conditionsYou may ask yourself whyThe answer lay on monetary commissions The reason thousands of animals die.  
(i’m going to tell you a story today, a story that reads like a nursery rhyme that’s how common it is, and i’m going to tell you all the parts, all the facets of it that show a different picture like the faces on a diamond slowly turning
NOTE: Inspired by/taken from quotes of modern, pop-culture villains.   If you think you’re safe, you’re wrong (an ant has no quarrel with a boot).  I will burn you, I will burn the heart out of you;
"I wanna be a police officer when I grow up!" A little boy of just a few year said to me.He must not see the news.
I want a million thousand bills couple masions in the hills.but my people.Dien everyday.like soldiers in the field.but they babies it real.Go to war like navy seals.so they call it chiraq.fast life bout a thrill.practice makes perfect.everyday you
I'm sure we've all heard the tale of the girl named Alice The one who fell down the rabbit hole, and was chased from the Card Palace Who spoke with flowers, and attended the Mad Tea Party
There's a people cryin out to the Lord today Cause too many injustices done come our way A people oppressed you think would have nothing to say But we can't be fearful with our heads hung in shame
There is someone inside my headIt is full of rage and carnage With claws as hard like leadMy mind just can't seem to manage It whis
We have all become savages; we just don't eat each other Ask mr to explain that, Yes I will Two young men robbing and elderly lady across the street, Leaving her laying here like a corpse
Never have I thought how I wanted to be loved. I have tested my language Only to find my excuse when people call me “slut” Because, actually, I just prefer physical touch. And now it is too late to ask
The day I watched my first slam BAM I was back at the day I heard he died And all I could do was cry A star football player, dead at sixteen
Throughout my life I have been the clown, In the classroom and in life. I made jokes for other people to laugh to, Yet it wasn’t my jokes they used to laugh at.   My head, my shoes, my scrawny legs,
Hate, violence Fires, Riots Fights, Never stay quiet All caused by two words, Not Guilty  It's fair, it's unfair People asking how can this be ?! The pain is unbearable for most 
He pours scalding water over your wounds boiling you from the outside in.  His words are poison soap grating off layers of the world
When you catch the black-eyed man’s black eyes on the station platform and don’t think anything of it, because his eyes are only two in many  millions, maybe, or a thousand you’ve seen that day, only a little bit darker
When a prick calls me a kike and a kid mistakes a rocket for a kite I need Israel.
Every word that I hear, Is something mean and unclear.   Every child doing this Hitting with punches and kicks.   What is going on with them? Why do they alway pretend?  
I was looking for youbut I found you again, deep in blueSmoking again I see..It's funny because the other dayyou were throwing up last night's liquorand silly me,was on my knees,
Low
Friday—a day that every kid looks forward to because it is the beginning of the weekend Most kids are excited because it means they can do whatever they want
He held the gun to my head And asked me for my innocence. I stood there, silently memorizing his distinct features. His deep, dark black eyes had a certain murkiness like the reflection of the moon
Thinking too much  creates bad thoughts.  The negativity in those thoughts  are from depression.  Discontent, sadness, anxious, hopeless  is what you feel.  You feel ignored, alone.  Isolated. 
  They see the shiny outside,the one that looks brand new.They see the gloss and all they think is“That’s what I want, too.”  
you peer savagely leering, strings of pearls dripping from your gaping clamshell mouth like spit spit the words on the back of my legs whistling linger fingers on car horns
I'm awaken coldness brushes against my cheek tears slowly pouring out of my eyes step-by-step
The peace of the world is not always dead Just forgotten by the hunger of war Slowly sucking all living with its roar And captivating innocents with dread.
Along  time we  go. To where? I  do  not  know. But  swift is our motion, commotion, and conversation about timeless 
What’s funny is I come from a box Worn for style in the street but really made for jump shots Sneaker heads collect me and do it in lots
A million cities burning in my mind Send thick black smoke in pillars to the sky. The earth lets out a deep and mournful sigh, Its children turned so violent, so unkind.
Fly on the Wall by Christian Betancourt   The fly on the wall Sits silently in the room And says nothing at all  
Buy the ammo You'll get a discount Courtesy of the NRA You know, the people who sit on leather Wear silk And sip the finest wine Courtesy of the assholes Who lack a moral compass And shoot to kill.
A time when each breathe was a puff of white smoke; When days seem shorter than the nights. The sun barely danced in the sky as shivers escalated my arms; I chewed on my lip with my heart skipping in my chest.
"Sit down" he screams "shut up" he screams The voice piercing the night sky The voice, that was once loved, is now the definition of hatred and loating
I am lostI can feel no presenceI know of no human or animal that has a measure of significance alike mineI have a teacherA teller of all there is to be known of the world
The crisp crunch of the dead fallen leaves crunched under her boots, Silencing everything else around. She looked down at her red blistered hands, But they weren't red from the wind, snow, or cold,
when you ask me what i’m thinking and i outright refuse, my mind is full of things i could never ask from you:   stop me from stealing, stop me from lying. keep me away from the nails i’m biting.  
I would not give you the pleasure of Killing you in your sleep. I would be making it too easy for you. You definitely didn't give me the pleasure. My eyes were wide open. I witnessed every moment.
Mother, I knew it. I knew you were the one to tell me I wasn’t good enough. It was not my teacher from fourth grade or The mysterious boy I fell in love with when I was sixteen. It was you.
Waking up to you is like discovering a foreign place. I trace every birthmark on your skin to find your face. I was a vast land, long forgotten and claimed my none. Curious eyes reached beyond the horizon, it had begun.
On the news today (a boy, age eight - ) Trump called Kelly a bimbo a boy tripped into a million dollar painting  and
I am still adjusting to this new life.  I wonder why bad things happen. I hear of more and more Chiraq causalities daily. I see the city as one large time bomb. 
in the familt guys are selling drugs and girls having babies to continue theyre cycle would just be crazy i embrace the streets and everything it taught hustling and selling drugs food and shelter was our first thought 
I am looking into a mirror.   I see myself, yet I see someone else.   I don’t know who this girl in the mirror is.   Her brown hair was messy and tangled.  
My heart leaps up, Not in fondness, But in fear. Over a year of Abuse and Rape. Too scared to leave. Too scared to stay. Bravery came at last And I was finally free!  
I will tell you what I am not. I am not someone to be pushed around, or someone who likes their emotions to be played with. I AM a human being, I am someone with feelings inside of me, and a beating heart.
The way you touched my skin made me tremble. Your cold fingers swiftly carresing my cheek. The way your hands grabbed me from behind  I never thought one look would keep me silent
sleepless nights...her mind racing...she starts to cry. she yells for help...but it's as if no one can hear her.  she panics, her mind still, she's confused, her soul is lost within itself.
It still seems like a dream, The happy times I mean. Yelling, screaming, Tantrums and tales What should I learn? From such anarchy The rule of a dictator With the illusion of a god-complex.
Come hither, see me whither, in the wind like dust blowing away. I falter and fallow, as my tears run down my face so sallow, I'm alone and afraid, what should I do?
Sometimes I wonder How could I make a kite fly Even when weighed down by a boulder How could I make these diseased things happy They want money and my everlasting plea to be their servant
I've tried so hard to silence the silenceI've waited so long and haven't seem much but little ripples in the darknessI'm not satisfiedI'm not OK with what I've been taught to think is real. 
I woke up alarmed, the darkness asked to come in. "The devil lives inside of me" she said with a crooked grin. I looked into her bloodshot eyes, no soul within.
I am not a toy. I am not a thing that you think you can play with
    Observing the vestiges of common humanity    I am engulfed in processes that are    reminiscent of the ages when obfuscation    was predominantly a matter of    undiscovered science converging into a
That night rain made the skies look like wet parchment
It’s something nobody can really expect She could be going to the grocery Before climbing into her car, should have checked Who could blame her for not thinking to see  
I have always lived with strangers in my home. The agony of not having a true family is greatly disturbing. You see, demons terrorize my household.
There, a bloody knife in his handThere, he went from boy to manCrying, tears from the eyes in his headTraumatized from the blood he had shedHow his youth had gone so quickly
Your skin wears thin, white against your knuckles
  Pain is an inevitable part of life. Pain is your body, mind or spirit way of telling you it hurts.
I wanna cry but the tears won't show
Collective consciousness is much easier when defined. Much thought. Contemplation is for  blind.   We move ever closer to claim what seems to shine.
One day I'll catch you pick pocketing my chest cavity. I'll catch you reaching past flesh without calamity. I'll catch you, hands stained with red taboo,
Deep within the earth’s core A pool of magma dreams to soar Beyond the darkness Because although this pool is very bright ---- It is only their own light --- And they want more They crave more
No
He looked down and sighed while flipping through paperwork. It was almost as if the demons clinging to my body were too ugly for him to look at. An eyesore laden burden. "What were you wearing?" 
she barely drank the poison, barely tasted it at all. she walked home a little dizzy, suprised she didnt fall. she snuck through her window, afraid to just walk in the door.
Hello my name is...
I hear it stumble in the door  Crash!  a drink splills into the hardwood as  glass shatters  my body flinches in shock shoulders quickly rise    pungent smell musty with a little spice
 WAR.... "War does not determine who is right... just... who is left."
i have a friend who flew with the times and plummeted to the ground as his pocketful of rhymes sunk and spat and became one with the earth-- the ground upon which we dream still engraved with his words
i love you an that's for sure do whatever you want  if you get pist off at me, hurt me ass bad as you want  but it ain't working because i'm hurted already so go ahead
The wind will blow away my sin Copper devils wait in the tall grass I walk on doves feet across the clouds Fallow my feelings little fish Sing about rain I sometimes wish I was a monster
My mother is weak And I cannot stand it She is feeble, stupid, and plain Who are you? And where is the woman that I once knew? You’re a weakling, darling A scaredy little ghost
Racism is what we make of it. It is not a problem. We make it a problem. 
They said it could never happen, so when you told me to give you my hands I gave them to you. I even smiled. Now I am tied up and I'll probably die. They say better to have loved and lost,
What do you do when the words “it’s okay,”  just simply aren’t true?  What can be done when the body aches against the phrase, stomach tied tight in webs like spiders, tongue standing still like a silent statue?
f(x)=a(ng+el)*r[e(y-e)^s] I am a complex math function  that you cannot understand. So, what do you do first? Step 1: Factor completely. Extract my primes and variables, 
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Peaceful Protests are all I ask Is that such a difficult task? I love marches and speeches, You know, when people haven't turned into leeches Sucking out rational thinking
With a filter i am different Without a filter i am me For without a filter i am who i was meant to be Without perfect hues and perfect color But i am me, and not some other  
I turn my face away, gripping my cheek.   I'm sorry... I'm sorry.   I didn't mean to make you mad. I never do, I don't know how to make you happy.  
Ominous ebony smoke fills the air A mist of forsaken souls condemned to demons Alabaster arms reach out and grab the prey Frozen fingertips stain the innocent flame Nails running deeply into the skin
Hearing the screaming and shouting in my house, I don't know what to do but grip my blouse.   I used to think "This is where it all ends", But I looked past that and started to ascend.  
I have a few things left that I need to let go. The scar tissue tells the story that I haven't told. I didn't know it was human trafficking. Picked us up dropped us off, motivated us to sell their magazine's.
all of my life, i heard shh, no, shh  why is no easier to say for you than it was for me ? i grew up with people telling me "shh"
                                                Husky throats,
She sits alone, crouched in the darkness, holding up her knees with thin, spindly arms. Dried tears have created a track on her dirt streaked face. Her blue eyes have lost their charm.
A pleasant day, nice and sunny
  Dear MOM, I know I never said this,
A poem that I featured on my blog: briezymelodie.me.
This is a rape poem but i am male impossible you say fuck you i trusted this man he was my friend a few years older we played hide and seek with the rest of our friends
Gun walks down my street
Flaws and all She was born like this not very tall with curves he likes to kiss the chubby cheeks on her face a smile that lights up the place in her heart is very pure and soft voice that's hard to hear if you're not listening to the words she s
this  generation really has me loosing patience. I dont know how there gonna make it. Always counting on phones , what if one day phones turn into drones and take over the world .
This is a small excerpt in the perspective of Elliot Rodger before he went on a killing spree.Reader discretion is advised. I took complete liberty in making up his perspective (so be warned).
The last time that I saw you,you were being pulled through the front door by police officers.
In and out
shame and guilt is all in my face
Be strongNothing ever last for longIt wouldn't last forever you knewBut its okay he still cares about youJust hold on to your heart for nowWipe the sweat from your brow
This mission is impossible; My family has been taken- If this is not done, Who knows what will happen? Of all the people, I was the lucky gun- The lucky gun who's aiming at some stranger.
CUIDADO I scream as I walk down the hallway
Masks, smoke, and mirrors all illusions
Sir no sir.                                                                                   Please leave me alone sir. Let me sleep sir.. This isn't rite please don't touch me.... I'm only 11; you're 50..
Nightmares in my daydreams,Everyday the same scene
Its not my fault mom didn't love you
Mama, I know you're hurting but I'm hurting too, I know you're angry, Mama, But I'm angry too, So stop raising your voice and listen, One, two, thee, four, five,
We hide behind a mask of lies To keep the truth from waving "hello" and "goodbye" But have you ever cried through blood shot eyes? Hit after hit, on that emotional high Have your lungs ever hurt so bad,
I'm quiet because they can't hear me... I speak up and they say i'm a nuisance.  
I am not a toy. When you look at me, a body is all you see.
"Free information" Say it slow and enunciate Remember it like this Before your eyes precipitate
Sick heart, dripping with gasoline, fueled by the cigarettes thrown like darts the whip’s bullseye that tore her apart, innocent and caged, helpless to cleanse itself, gives in to the rage,
His kisses are the stains of black and blue that decorate my pale skin, like proclamations of affection shouted into the void, they forever float, a reminder of our romance a reminder that He loves me
Welcome to a world of fun A carnival of toys and guns Nobody wins, we’re quivering The only prize is you can’t leave…   All these clowns are made of masks— You become what you paint on your faces
Look into my eyes and you will see, the different side there is to me. Secrets that I've hidden so long that I sometimes forget, all the lies he told me, and all of this regret. Look into my soul and you will feel,
I love you I am sorry, I just lost    control
If a black teen is murdered
(Situation in Ferguson, inspired by https://www.facebook.com/JayFleadaddieJon who wrote C.O.P,Criminals of Permission)   
"Ok, she admitted Mommy you were right.Something unrealized until there was absence of light.Every word her mother said kept running through her head.
I can't sleep I'm not at peace my eyes are wide open my heart has a hole in it the feeling in my stomach is disgusting my catastrophizing mind is unresting "I have to get to bed at a decent hour"
When will the violence endSeems like everyone is with it like it’sa trend,Or they do it to blend in,Don't they know thou shalt not kill,But some do it for the thrill,
He says that I’m too sensitive As our friends cheer on to his venomous jest It’s just a joke, bud, lighten up (I’m incensed)
LVL
Fuck it man, do it.  
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil." (Psalm 23:4)
John Dominique once said, “You cannot kill truth. You cannot kill justice.
The cheating hurt, but besides that so did the lies and the punches. Im glad its over, I took a stand and I left. Im glad you know that you hurt me.  My tears weren't just the sadness you gave me.
The souls of the many Were taken to the gates that day That day where a deranged boy decided to kill Looking out the window sill You don’t see their souls being carried up to the clouds But they are
Thousands of runners are almost there They are coming up to the finish line But a danger lurks in the crowd One that no one knows is there Until it’s too late The danger drops a book bag near the finish line
Walking home from the grocery store with two heavy bags, one in each arm to balance the weight. A man blocking the sidewalk whisky on his breath and blurry eyes “What have you got there?”
Ring-ding-dong A man casts a shadow upon the lawn. Ring-ding-dong To her chamber he is drawn. Ring-ding-dong A kiss he gently lays upon, Ring-ding-dong The brow of beauty long foregone.
This is a crime scene There is yellow caution tape all around The victims are screaming but are we in tune to their sounds Aiyana Stanley-Jones is the name of a little black girl who was shot
Born to a home I don't belong, Where nothing is right and everything's wrong. An alcoholic mistake is what I am; One Summer Hummer too many, I was not part of the plan.  
You say your fighting for freedom, your fighting for America,
You say your fighting for freedom, your fighting for America,
He shot aimlessly. Not caring where the bullet landed Or if it had any purpose at all; Only wanting others to hurt as he hurt. And so he forced a nation to pray.  
   
Why should I compromise & succumb to those eyes
The Man who shot is not the name to rememberWhen horror came to the fourteenth of December
Edges of this world must be mended Creases of these old fabrics smoothed Smuggled letters rewritten And torn pieces sown With old methods and home-made remedies Nail by nail and thread by thread
Our bones are as deep  Like the Nile in Africa.  Why do we question it?
To K.    She started off a as normal girl didn't know about the cruel sad world Spent her time picking flowers
I know Too many people whose no's were ignored Too many kids forced to grow up too fast
Breaking not so new news:  a young Mexican boy was shot and killed by an older white male.
how could wearin a hoodie cost him his life how could he kill that boy and get out the same night
Together is where I thought we would always be, until that day you were snatched away from me. Sitting on this rock, watching the waves, Remembering the days.   The day I met you,
I don’t want kids. The Smiles that are oblivious to pain, The Laughter that can break the most awkward of silences, The Unconditional love in their sleepy eyes as you rock them to sleep grateful to be close to you.
There was red in my bed in years of yore something I'd never considered before. Lost in time, back and back, a rarity in a rugged sack.   There was red in my bed, she had no clue.
Violence, much happens to people who keep silence  Oppression led the oppress to depression One gun can kill many sons  Teenage girls are confused, all bruised 
I want to write a poem To the days that will not be For the times we only wish That we all could live in peace I would dedicate this poem To the beauty that is rare
A suffering child shall not cry. A suffering child shall not let a tear run down their cheek to stain the soft brown skin that child was once felt comfortable in.
You smelled of stale beer and musty basements,And soon that smell became the only one I knew.You drank until you couldn't remember your own name,And screamed mine until your voice resonated off the walls.
Partying has never been my thing I've always been the one who was studying that night I finally went out all hell broke loose   that was the night I lost you BANG BANG is all I remember 
The insecurites felt by woman all around easily outweigh the blank smiles on their faces. Walking the streets, car keys in hand, finger almosts pressing the panic button just in case. Scared. Worried. Panic. Called Paranoid.
We are all sons and daughters of our Heavenly Father.Can't we all just get along?Can we continue to love one another,And help those in need?Can we bare each other's burdens,And pray for one another?
Guns are firing. Kids are dying. Parents cry. All the police do is sigh. Another one dead and gone. That's another bed empty and alone at home. This shit is like a cycle.
A few streets down away from this perfected outer shell of blissful indulgence that we have created lies a city of distorted faces, starvation, violence.  
I have an associates degree at eighteen but I haven't made it , to everybody else my goals are just... dreams just because i have a limp, i have no potencial it... seems  on top of that im Mexican with a love for hip hop,
Like a Concrete Jungle Animals of the street standing on the corner bringing all the heat brown buidings look like sideways slaveships hold about 1000s people in each complex black
I've crossed that bridge, I've known that path, I've stumbled down that hill.   I've cried those tears, I've felt that pain, I've strugged and still will.   They told me once,
               Not many know what it feels like to be scared senseless.                 To be terrified of a person so much it leaves you breathless.                 To look them in the eye after they leave you black and blue.
RUNNING a sport in which the only person you need to beat is yourself
300 years of slavery, 300 years in chains, One hundred years of bravery, This finally led to change. Fifty years later followed Obama’s campaign, Somehow we are still scared from all the previous pain,
I try to stay away from you But you keep on coming back I see the desperation but I do not give a flack You're a crazy creepy stalking pig who I want far, far away but you just seem to return to me
Most of the time We try to look at someone else's eye's Try to understand through their covered lies But what we do not realize Viens throb from shameless drugs that mezmorize When their mama cries
Sit down. Or maybe you should move away from the door. Listen to your professor. Or maybe you should send out once last text to your family members letting them now the news.
A heart pressed like a flower between ribcage pages every beat blooming in the blouse in the backseat the blood fertilizing gravel that will never grow to seed if it does it never grows nice things
There is no room in my life for bullets. There's no room for rifles, not for handguns, not for anything that fires. I have seen too much.   I spent my childhood afraid of bombs,
Why
It started out ok, It started out good. It started out the way it was supposed to, It started out the way it should. But I dont really know what happened, Something had went wrong.
Silence You wanna be heard? Don't make a sound. It's profound.
Dear Person Who Deserves to Die a Fiery Death While Simultaneously Being Eating By a Shark,
The kids inside the walls become adults While The kids outside the walls become adults And The kids inside the walls wash their guilt away with vodka and rum So they don't have to feel 
Oh my brother, where are you today?
Rusted chains cling to their hearts,  Darkness consumes them -- Children of Darkness?  Or are they Children born in Darkness?--   They cannot hear faith told,  For their ears are bound. 
One day I hope they'll see this is just a sad part of me their hearts I do not mean to break I do it for my own souls sake I want to smile and often do except for when I think of you
300
Three hund
The city i live in the city i represent Big,windy,beautiful full of life So many people so many personalities
No one held him As life slipped away He breathed in the last piece of this world As a target surrounded by  Preconceived ideas Of who he used to be Who he was before
The alleyways are littered with broken bottles Bleeding amber liquid A fixer Another boy pulls the trigger  And paints the dirt with Something blue  
You hurt me, you hit me,
My dreams have become a reality. A reality I don't wish to feel. Because these dreams once of pleasure, Have become nightmares all too real.  
People just don't understand how it feel. When someone close to you dies. You sit on the front porch stairs and you cries. As you crying thinking in your head, that should of been me.
I've got a confession to make I lost myself…. I lost myself in trying to hold on to someone Who didn't care about losing me
Controlling ... and so revolting,
You speak of those with dark and light skin,
Steamy hands on the window pane She takes a breath and slips away Pulled by hands of a sick step-father Iron bars built all around her   She threw herself to the men she saw
I take strides with pride Cuz that's how lions walk You just stay and graze Prey in a flighless flock Feeding off the bull shit, well, Its time to stop The famous are brainless
A nigga would kill his own brother for a couple of G'z just to go spend it on a whip tha
faces grey carved with hate heads shaven like a landscape stripped of vegetation and left to the barren ground acid eaten faces with small hard dark eyes figures devoid of the touch
They told me it was a bad decision. I told them I saw good. They told me he'd be a bad influence. I told them it'd be the other way around. They told me he wouldn't treat me right. I told them he'd changed.
Roses are red Violets are blue Yes, I still care But, what’s it to you?   You showed no respect, No emotion at all. So why did I stay When you put up a wall?  
as innoccent and pure it seems pour salt in a wound there at first you weep at the pain you will feel but if you live through the pain  in time the wound will heal   it is something that is felt
Why did I ever spend another day with you?
Forever and always is what you say Forever and always is what you claim
I dream of a world where there's peace.
And so the halls stretched on The halls stretched on Scattered footprints crashed off the austere walls The people ran for their minds Oh, how they ran From their minds As if they weren't suffocated
Who is that in the mirror? The one staring back at me Her eyes look familiar Her face foreign What is that pain? She has a bruise on her arm Where he grabbed her too hard
As they say, “From the Beginning,”   God made us a life worth living   Then we learned to lie and steal   Now this world is just too real                      
Sometimes I hear daddy yelling
We are at an UNREST! The darkness of the neighborhood comes out consuming our best. It is like a parasite, The evil come even when it isn't night. It is trying to convince others that its okay to be bad,
So the verdict says not guilty. The world stops. How could someone get away with murder? A boy has been shot! He has been killed! This is the world we live in. Riots begin. Peaceful protest.
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
When the world turns, are we turning with it? Or are you standing there like you did last week in the middle of a crowd while it flowed (hurried) around you? I turned for a second, and my heart
why      help    myself,
A young woman, eighteen and fair, With big brown eyes and long brown hair, Made her way past the lamppost that stood, In the middle of her neighbourhood.  
Suspicious, what a way to describe you. I am suspicious, too. I walk around black and wear a hoodie so I "slang clack."   Why can't I wear this 'cause I'm cold?
It was a normal Friday morning.
I will never forget the girl with the round glasses.  I sat next to her in all my classes. 
  I’m crying. Right now I’m crying. The salty sorrows slowly sinking Caused because of too much thinking Ten-fold more as I start blinking Crying sadly so.   I’m screaming.
Today is today, I mean that's what everyone says. But today is the day that I hide , in the shadows, faces of you are revealed in my sight. I'm afraid to ever walk in those steel doors, because with me you have no insight.
We woke up in this place, shattered but alive,   The world is a monstrocity,  we manage to survive.   Torn up children's faces and corrupted civil wars,  
Funny how we used to be so in loveand the sky's the limit was a frequent term...usedthen abused! My hair ripped from the rootBeaten for just an opinion... bitten for just a word spoken
Fear storms through the dark endless skies Where it seems that land can only exist at night Where thugs rule the world and parents hide behind doors Hypocritically stating,"the world is yours"  
For to homeland, for to father,
It's all okay
The pain starts internally. Because you allow it verbally. Will you let this last all of  eternity? Will you ever listen to me? Its like youve never heard of me.  Do you hold no knowledge of my story?
A blue bird’s feather
I walked through the door, My eyes couldn't comprehend, The shadow of the person I saw. There lies a friend of a friend, A person I barely knew, But my fellow brother in arms.
In the mirror, I look up and stare at my reflection, Oh, man, I saw this coming. What a recollection. My makeup all smudged, all damp and out of line, Huh, it matched the line I tried to draw when you were mine.  
There once was a sheriff, corrupt in his heart for what he did he knew it was wrong.
What is wrong  with today's youth? We are all stuck  in our little booths.
  Welcome to my Nightmare   She broke another bowl today. It was the second one this week.
I would change life expectancy. Why must we expect life to be either short or long? As we go about our days of our lives We look for more than Just hope. We look for reasons why to continue our days
They look at the color of my skin See ink running down my limbs And the illusion is set in their minds   Suddenly I have a new face   They spit words out Calling me gangbanger
Abuse Detrimental, Awful
Child, tell me your dreams, tell me of your aspirations... BANG...BANG BANG...too late...
Zimmerman shot the gun before he could think.
The light shines thorugh the only window inside of her eerie cocoon, symablaizing the fantasy that she can only dare to dream about.   Downstairs, you sit there on your throne
Bang Bang  3 o clock in the morning gunshots going off  Doesnt keep me up Im numb to it Bang Bang  I close my eyes and go back to sleep  Wake up, and turn on the news
Could I change my community?  A small town, Where there is no impunity, no crime, No one to be found? No. Could I change the world? From it's destruction, The sorrows, the cries
no one knows the secrets that i keep no one cares to even ask me
Wait... Stop... Please? I beg you to reconsider You're beginning to fade away Already one foot in your grave   This life will get you Pit you in the middle between lions and bears
Tall hats live on the east Short hats live on the west They both play with figurines But who plays with them the best?   Tall hats believe in warfare short hats believe in house
Oh world of peace, Oh world of peace The nucleus of our natural heritage
As a little girl, I loved my family Often I sat in a corner in awed silence As I watched my father beat my mother. Sitting, I watched the family violence.   One hit, two hit Three hit, four
What’s up with these kids in schools Why do they think it’s ok To run around toting guns And slaying in the hallways   What makes them think they’ve got the right To take someone’s life
A little to generous you could say Jumped in front of a classmate about to be shot on the CTA Leaving his family and friends with all the pain Knowing Blair wouldn't be there to share the rest of his days
They say I'm young and black Which means I'm going to be a threat When we walk in the store they get straped And the cops always on your back Some do them like O-dog Some do them like Treyvon
They say I'm young and black Which means I'm going to be a threat When we walk in the store they get straped And the cops always on your back Some do them like O-dog Some do them like Treyvon
Are We Not...
Given this simple question one would answer, "Logan square of course."   Look a little deeper and you might answer, "well he lives in Logan square, but really he's much closer to Humboldt park."  
We live in a world of violence Violence, violence everywhere There is violence in the word itself It lies in the way the word explodes out of your mouth Vowels and consonants crashing into each other
Please excuse my color...   White man that fears me, excuse the color of the skin I was born in. Im sorry that the dark pigmentation send shivers down your spine. I was born this way, you see.
When you’re caught in the space between
When you’re caught in the space between
Too many teens sit on the steps in their house after school with tears on their face and blood on their wrists. They get out of school and they load their home screen on facebook or twitter or tumblr
my stomach rumbles again, loudly, the girls to the front of me, to the side of me, all around me, giggle and i hear the crunch, crunch
What people think when the see a white mom with kids   Oh she works so hard. They're so cute! They must be a handful oh terriable two's!   What people think when they see a black mom with kids
I hear the gun go off so I run I was only at a party trying to have some fun A seemingly safe decision turned dangerous To speeding bullets from a gun I was powerless  Shooting pain drills up my spine
Two shots from two "22's" breaking the silence
You are beautiful, You are love, You are worhy   You are worhy of love that you cannot even begin to comprehend. This love is everlasting, unconditional, unfailing, never ending.
Cuts are appearing,
Bang Bang Gun shot noises heard from blocks away 
 Somebody just got shot ! 

Raped, beaten, yelled at, threatened I still keep my head up high Ditched, cursed, bullied, shunned I still say good morning every time you walk by I am a strong woman  
Drugs, sex, money. His hustle. Gangs,
So because my skin tree tones, my thighs are thick and my hair doesn’t reach the floor I’m not acceptable, this is my generation. Were your shoes has to be worth more than your rent and your clothes has to match your shoes or you define as poor.
Is this really love This nagging in the back of my head It screams out at me like a vulcher Watching the already presumed dead This breathlessness in the middle of the night All those books had me so mislead
Wake up one night
I hear the sirens outside my door, bodies and blood cover the cold street floors, screams and cries can be heard all the way, this is how we living today, guns ripping through the air,
Jaded, corrupted, denied, abducted. The rose tinted glasses finally begin to crack. Blinded by the tales of damsels in distress.
Do you believe in love?  Do you believe that I will cradle you like a fetus? And birth you until you blossom? Do you believe in love?
Banging machinery and grinding gears You find yourself among your peers Foreign yelling fills the air Absolutely unaware Of what this place has in store
They didn’t have to clip your wings, You were never meant to fly, You were only born,
Your anger pulses through the air. I try to avoid your traps, but I'm shaking with fear. You wait, watching my every move, ready to pounce.
Children fall one by one Their fate bring them into a dramatic stop Many children are at risk They don't have nothing They only have themselves They live in a world of violence  
Do not be fighterDo not be curse that person or animal outinstead be a peacemakerDo not steal a thing that you really wantDo not kill that person
The sheet rock itself was frayed. Not much pressure would break such a thin wall.   The entire lenghth of my arm touched break to break of the impact-hole
I'm in love She said The first day she met Bryan   I'm in love She believed As she showed me The dozens of roses   I'm in love
Sometimes being quiet is the best way to learn. Like its always been said open your ears close your mouth, open your eyes and see what others cant.
You think you know what I feel, The feeling, its just to real, Your words, they hurt You treat me like a pile of dirt.
For two whole years she lived in fear
Kick me when I’m down And tell me I don’t matter I want to feel I belong That’s all I ever asked Now really can you blame me
She cries softly, Tears drive down her cheek. Hopelessness fills her body greatly, And she fears the next encounter. How shall she escape,
I awoke with promise:promise of a new day,new world.A world where wisdom cameonly in happiness,where happiness was unrelatedto self-worthand the only true promise wasof disillusion and loss.
There is a slight connection between the fear growing steadily along with my inner hope And the obscure room filled up
If the walls could speak,
Shake My Head What happened?
First day of high-school and you are roaming the halls There is no one around, no one to call. You hear the popular girls laughing at you to your right  But you don't even care, they dont even bite. 
To anyone:   I’m vomiting now, a violent revulsion, My self-made punishment from silent compulsion. Weeks turned to months as I sought isolation,
Mrs— Raise your hand. Creeping hand…. inches into the air…. Mrs—             Mrs. you think that you know me.             You know the way I act in school.
He traces her skin of black and blue. He hits her again.
you will never know unless you are in that persons shoes
 It can come on slow and it can come on fast   Sometimes you’d never know it’s even happening Your palms start to sweat and your heart is about to burst
One Strike Two Strike I feel the blood drip I try to move but my body screams I touch the blood I sweat more and weep This will be the last time I will Feel your curse set upon me  
  Here I lie unable to comprehend- I tried to evacuate, yet you brought me right back I made efforts to free myself from the unending grasp To tackle, fight and defeat you, who tried to bring me down
Teacher Teacher, do you see us as passing faces? Another year another set of faces? Don't you want to know more? More about us? Like how Miranda's mother tells her she's worthless?
Crouch down
I am Treyvon MartinMy life is not to long startin' I work day in and day outFrom my mother did I sproutMy life is in God's handI am just human
Punches and bruises, Laughter never seems to come my way. Yelling, screaming, No one seems to hear me.   Day by day, I wish life will end. Then somthing happens.  
The entire Universe is one giant grey area, who are we to be so black and white? Blood and fervor, Hatred spit and spatter for sake of spite,   Lined up against imaginary walls of a blank square room,
            In this day and age, She made love With the wrong man— Her father. A love without consent; A love filled with hate; A love that brought new life. He slaughtered the life—
She stands speechless as the colors dribble down the wall
When I make him angry He grabs onto my wrists And rips me apart With his white-knuckled fists But I’ll cover it up So the bruises won’t show And Brandon can stay happy Because he’ll never know
Mixtures of browns Mixtures of greens Smells of nature Smells of safety All rush by As I bolt by Bolt down this path Dirt on my feet Dust clouds behind me No bird sings
  Watched the news today It said a ten year old girl Witnessed her parents get gunned down My eyes began to swell  
Oh I’d go through all this pain,Take a bullet straight through my brain. Yes I would die for you babe.But you won’t do the same. …
  Do you even realize how much you hurt me? How much damage you have caused? And you have the audacity to come back After two whole years of torment
Do you see my tears? No. I am your toy. I am your "woman". Do you hear my screams? No. I say "I love you" only because it means you will stop for a minute. Do you feel my pain? Yes.
I'm sorry for not being like you I'm sorry for not looking the same as you This is the way God made me He made me in his image of perfection But whydid youhate me? You didn't know my name
How old are we when we become corrupt?Where along the way did we lose our innocence?Better yet, when did we stop looking for it?We curse, we hate, we live selfishly.We live in a world wherewomen are raped,
You banged on my heart like your fists were a drum; You gathered me sweetly in arms like a dove— You told me “always” under the sun.
What are we doing? Wasting time? Buying time to just feed on insecurity. I don't make you glow. You look at me with dull eyes.
So your race getting murdered bring you happiness Please say its not true because that cruelness You think because you wear a flag your tough
Thriving on fire,I'll never tire,Set on revenge,I'll keep going on.
I heard about a young man whose life was cut short By an individual who categorized him into an unlawful sort His judgment was merely predicated on appearance,
Where my brother? Where were you when they took my brother? Can you hear him? He is safe now, he has made it home,  But why did you let him take my brother! We was not saint nor sinner but he was my brother. 
Break me into pieces I will just lay in peace Beat me until I bleed A towel is all I need Tie me into a chair Leave me there i'll take so air I know I've been beating before
He was just as innocent as you, or maybe he was better, His soft, calm personality, just as light as a feather, walking home after a long day,  never intended to cross your way,
that night i will never forget what happened only me and you the only two witnesses for proof of the night you took my life the unexpected fight i gave for my life but i still lost it  without one sight of help i felt you following me step by step
You know that couple. The one that is always together And he would do anything that she asked. Their sugared embraces, Their striking stares.   But their eyes hide what lingers behind closed doors.
A soft whisper in the dark room sounded Whimpers flowing from her lips as he pressed against her A normal Friday night as the lovers embraced roughly
it can happen to anyone, by anyone there is no excuse the hurt, the aftermath, not fun all because of abuse. countless nights of crying you feel like you want to die but no more of that, start trying
I can’t tell Professor C that I’m not focused ‘cause I’m so anxious I don’t sleep I can’t tell him that I hate the way I am and I’m dying to change There’s no way he’s gonna understand the way my heart feels, let alone my uterus
Can you hear me?  I'm here wanting someone to ask if I'm okay. I wait and wait but no one can hear me. No one notices the hurt I go through. No one notices the pain and suffering.
No one cares for her beating heart Layered in years of pain   No one cares for her beating heart Broken again and again   No one cares for her beating heart As it sustains her life  
A normal day like any other, You smile across the room. I make my way to talk to you, Then screams erupt, but whom?   Our eyes dart to the open door, Where classmates hurry by,
Walking home like the world around you is like it's supposed to be Then you turn around and see...a murderer But you didn't know it at the time  That this would be the last line  ...You walked and the last time
Everyone hurries with smiles and laughs;but the girl just passes so solemn.One day after the other the kids seem happier;but the girl just remains the same.Parties, friends, make up and more;
  When I saw people around me, I try to read between the lines. Their faces was covered with masks .It was a part of what they called the circle of times. Circle of times? What could this be?
  Sky and sea equal in dignity Moments that last A perfect society No faces no colors,  A blue and white blast.   Music with edge beat Movement of bodies and heat
Angry, sad, confused, helpless scared  These are the emotions of a women  A women who has been hurt A women that has been abused  A women who has been lied to These are the challenges of a women
Hope is a knife, faith is murder. She cries out to you, but you haven't heard her, because the truth is you don't care, and deep down she knows, but her hope is just the thorns on a wilted rose.
  She Ran... (A poem Inspired by Shane Koyczan-dedicated to my truest friend)
The ache in my arm lingers.Ebbs, a painful melodySlowly, it spreads through my body,Exploring the raw lands that remain.
Every breath, Every tear, Every move, Every blink, Every stare, Every joke, Every laugh, Every push, Everything pushes, Everything pulls, sliding and slipping, forgetting the rules,
It renders me incapable to respond. and I, being already out of energy then, am forced to stop. It is the driving force, and so spikes adrenaline, and so fills the mouth, that rancid taste taking over, holding fast.
The sun was shining on the bus window I was ready to relax as I walked through the doorway When I got inside my home I turned on the local news show I had no idea what they were going to say ...
You watch the news, you see the signsYou see the terror reflected in their eyesYou don't know the whole situationBut you know the media is exploiting the informationJust because it's a part of life
  Eternity is set in my eyes. Throwing chaos and knowledge at the world. I fly above you now with the ancient wind beneath my wings. I whisper into your immature dreams and say: "Robbed of my innocence. No more time to play.
  why can't you see me? why am i invisible to you? am i nothing? am i worthless? what are you doing? what do you think of me? how are you? how is this possible? will you see me?
He's stripped her of her innocence, His touch has darkened. Her internal morals vanished,  Her souls' been broken.   She remains silent and carries on, But her smile has wilted and gone.
The world today is filled with  hate violence discrimination guns weapons and pain. On top of that, there are people who don't care. Who think they are better
I’m home right now and daddy’s at it again Drinking into his normal haze While he slips into his other phase I’m hiding in the closet like I do every night When daddy’s drunk and nothing’s right
To the naked eye you see all the turbulence flint projects. Nobody detects the immeasurable possibility.
If home is where the heart is,               In a home they teach you things,                                          Then I am out of place,                        You taught me some things,
Through all of the tears and hatered; Through all of the scars and hurtful words; I've never met someone who seemed so sure.   I let you in and told you my secrets. But day by day things kept getting worse.
A glimpse of a new day. Tasks are done the same. People among people, Something has changed.    There is a distance. A space where time is held captive.
Twenty little souls, glowing and bright. Flowing in the wind, like brave little kites. Twenty eager minds, ready to learn. Wheels in their head, starting to turn.
Your body is your vessel It will travel miles farther than where your head has taken you It is your storage unit A unique container of your individual world
I can feel your anger and your pain Throbbing through my veins I can feel your tears in my eyes And I'm smart enough to realize Theyre for you , and what you're going thorugh 
My neck cringes as I stretch my mouth from cheek to cheek, My teeth reflecting the indulgence they constantly seek, “Smile,” is the only word they directly speak,
How was your day was all I was asking. I didn't ask for you to punch and slap me. An eye for an eye I know it isn't right but I refuse to go down without a fight.
Teachers, here's a lesson you don't seem to appreciate: Judging students yourself  Causes classroom hate. Stop pretending you don't see it When your favorite student bullies. Stop turning the other way
  Time is a luxury I’ve never had At six I was left with only a Dad   The clock is always ticking Mom and dad were always bickering   The hands keep moving round and round
Walking silently along this dreaded pathway, Through the city of the lake, i see all of these ghosts of people, whose souls never cease to break. i find myself shaking in agony from these visions i behold,
Theology twisted, robbing the poor Sick religions have the saints misunderstood U.S. economy in it for self Rich stiff necked scholars still seeking knowledge But graduated from a top Ivy League college
Tonight she lays there, her tears falling on her pillow. People refer to her as Weeping Willow. If you see her in the streets, she is always looking down. She used to wear a smile, 
Good Bye! Sincerely; A victim    Yes I am sitting here with no confidence yes I let there words get under my wing but why i am still sitting here with a knife with my lifeline hanging on a string
In theory I never knew the weight of the hoodie. Contrast in its color as it grapes over my skin. Indeed I was mightier with the cape over my lens. Strolling pastimes, my ears were shuttled by noise.
Will this gun violence ever stop? Will we have to wait till we've heard the trigger click of the last glock?
Under my bedI layAfraidBecause tonight is just one of those nightsMama works late I can hear you stumbleYour scent getting closerYou mumbleI should call mamaBut I'm just not suppose to
Hopeless, voiceless, suffocating by our own ancestry. Muffled tones of freedom songs in sync with the stomps of our feet, our negro spirituals.
City Streets of Chicago,  my hometown, my motto Everyday I hear on the news someone got shot, Bang Bang,Bang Bang,Bang Bang, 6 shot's fired, 3 dead  found in the parking lot.
  I’m depressed which is probably normal for a teenager suppressed from any social life because I balance eight classes, seven school activities, eating, sleep, procrastination and
driving down the windy road back to the place I used to know little house on the river bend the four of us used to play pretend  
He loved alcohol more than your love Like ever guy ,he said those words that made you cave in Guess he thought it was enough To make it work To fall in love  
Here we go again Another shootout on 24th and Cal “Was it him?”... I ask myself everyday Waking up and praying “Let me not lose my daddy today..”
High school, a melting pot for social cliques. The lunchroom is in a simple layout. Jocks on the left, nerds in the middle, and everyone else dispersed in the nearest seat.
i was told as a little girl to stay quiet when i really meant stop. boys only tug on girls’ hair when they really mean she’s pretty. i was told as a little girl to never scream at the shadows.
Children Of God Wake Up This Is More Than An Act Of Murder This Is More Than An Act Of Racism This Is More Than An Act Of What’s Right And What’s Wrong This Is More Than An Innocent Boy
Ignorance is not bliss. Ignorance is                        shattering. Ignorance is                                        cruelty. Ignorance is                                                        isolating.
Why is it so goddamn hard to teach your son how to love a woman?To love her for the things inside her head,and not for what’s between her legs,and not for what she has hiding underneath her blouse.
Hearing the plea'sA croudSo loudAs I am ceased Held downAnd boundTaste the blood on my jawA blow, cold and raw
I curse the world  that murdered you. I curse the murderous words they used to make this weapon. one by one they entwined to create the rope that stopped your heart. I curse the world 
They say that time waits for no man. But innate yourself and hold my hand. Allow me to teach you right from wrong and catch you when you fall. No one I've encountered had such beautiful eyes and a mind full of vision I need in my life.
His fire burns, his fury builds.His screams of rage fill the air.I stand still.On the outside I look calm,but my eyes reveal terror.Appalling questions escape his lips.Horrendous accusations.
Sticks and stones may break my bones But words will never hurt me, Such a lie runs through my mind As your words slice me deep, cutting me open for the whole World to see.
It always amazes me how women can fall for that little word I'm sorry.......Day and night they fill the pain of the hand ....Of the one that says I love and I'm your man....Why do they stay have they lost their strength or maybe their way.......Or
The monster used to share my bed Now he lurks near my only exit Threatening to take everything away He breaths smoke languidly His tiger eyes burn with rage
I live in a worldWhere genderDetermines lifeWhere a rod between your legs makes you superiorI live in a worldWhere sex is seen in a woman's bare shouldersOr in her exposed thighsI live in a world
Ya see black brothas always tryin to be trap brothas/or rap brothas Why don’t you wrap brotha Bussin out babies like morning sickness This continuous cycle is more than a sickness
I aint’ never been part of a high class society The thoughts that crave within me, Blearing out with animosity Breathing in the fresh-scented Musk, that’s Broken. Calligraphy- The fundamental process;
Tonight I lay my head down, but the pressure never stops. Knowing that another kid just has been shot. Shot because of the signs he was throwing. Friscos cut and creased with his color rag showing.
Tonight is filled with rage, violence in the air. Children bred with ruthlessness, parents do not care. Their visions all so blurry, and minds so confused; The only thing that satisfies is all the weed they use.
By the time I matter, Will it be too late? Will people debate my soul's resting place? Will they predict who I could have been? Will by deeds outweigh by sins? Will they consider these circumstances?
Im surrounded by familiar faces, The choice has been made I will meet my demise, Torture is realized, life flashing before my eyes, I place the gun to my head as I begin to die.  
Freedom, Is what you long to have. You cooked and cleaned but never laughed. It came in news of a castastrophe; now freedom is within your boundaries. Oh no real news to share. Your husbands here they never declared.
A poem about domestic violence:   
My naivete has led me astray from the real world. This wonderland in which my mind obtains is nothing more than a fallacy The eyes of wisdom have opened and realized this newfound knowledge is really my reality
Sweat pours down bodies in streams, Blood is caked between the toes of feet, Of the men chosen for honor redeemed.   Swords doused in red ink, Shields reflecting the suns gleam, Cry out your call,
A changing world we live in Where are the times when logic was alive Where fast killing booming sticks didnt kill the young, causing castrophic dive, A place where we seek ever lasting peace,
Put on the makeup. Dry your tears. Smile for the camera. Don't ever tell anyone. Everyone already knows. He hit you again last night. He'll hit you again tonight, like every night before, and every night to come. Leave him you tell yourself.
Shame that I must have Because it is my own fault For dressing like that   (a haiku about rape culture and the shame a woman feels after being raped)
There are those who say he died because he was black. Because some racist wanted desperately to be a hero. And there are those who say he died because he was violent.
Where have you been?Where have you gone?I sing sad melodiesof how i was wrongand i can't even dreamwithout you in my armsso its best to believewe just dont belong
I had a dream last nightBut it wasn't an ordinary dreamIt was a nightmare on Sawyer StreetSo I decided to channel my epiphanies into this poemJust to change the world with my imaginary reality
                     If he wanted the arizona tea and skittles... he could've asked,                            a life pressed rewind from the first breath to the last,
Pen to paper Fingers to keys Words spitting from these blistered lips Words that bare my soul I hide myself behind smiles and laughter So you don't see my pain, feel my terror
A Canvas of White
 She missed the day he smiled All that it reviled was an innocent child The regrets of the child started to fade Her heart was cut witha blade The blood of a sweet, but soft serenade
Seventeen, young and dead From one man's gun he bled Court, Trial, and Verdict Zimmerman was the one the jury picked He would leave a free man Defense was the reason at hand
The change for Tayvon starts with me.  A young black indivdual who became livid behind the fact that another black soul was taken from this earth. 
What the fuck have I become? Do you see the world that surrounds us? Do you see the hate in all their eyes? And when you look back, Do you see that same hate in yours?   Our children are dying!
Innocence were their names   In a child's place they were to be Wrong place, wrong time Some would say to thee...   It was just another day Another day riddled with injustice, segregation
How could you fight the unknown with no remorse? When they are simply… the unknown? Like in wars, or battles How could you go about, scream and shout, over people you have never seen?
When a murderer walks free, Are you still proud to be an American? And when an innocent teen is killed, Why does the killer walk free?   When a man is shot, Do you blame the victim?
You had a bad relationship, and try to put it in the past. You think that you’re okay, but the memories seem to last. You have nightmares and bad thoughts, that never seem to end,
Hearts were broken, Families torn,Tears are shed,Love was born.Forget the sadness, Remember the memories,Think of the children,Not the enemies,Lives were lost,anger is shown,
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
 I am not Trayvon Martin....   but I know what it feels like to wear my favorite hoodie that's a little too dark for those who were taught to fear darker things  
War
Trotting through the hot narrow alley, rifle on my back. My companion to my left: Richard, I think. The sound of gunfire boiling in the distance.
  What a beautiful color, red, she said And smashed it down with her hand Orange is pleasant as well, I can tell! And crushed it according to plan. Green, so keen, a fervent shade
                                              It’s 2013 and look how far we have come. Maybe we should say, its 2013 and look how far we have not. Walking down the street, middle of the night
In Sanford,Florida 2012 Trayvon Martin was shot but who's going to jail Word says that Zimmerman shot him and pleaded self-defense But who really knows the truth without real evidence Policeman left to right
Little Souls, blind death Christmas was close But Jesus planned it differently Loud cry, melancholy spirit It was a gloomy year A gloomy december You will always be remembered
1964. Kitty Genovese. 28.Raped and killed while her neighbors did nothing.Her blood left a scuffing.2009. Jane Doe. 15.Raped by ten guys at a homecoming dance while several class mates laughed and joked. 
Tragedies are an interesting concept.You can spend hours doing the aftermath,how did we end up on this path?A town, full of smiles and laughter. A beautiful image to capture.Twenty young minds ready to learn.
bullets streamingclashing minds,killing his and bruising mine,tearing us apart andbreaking timeheart stopped,glitching minda vessel of thoughts ran dry,no love, no trust
  Thanks for giving the time of day The night of light The food to eat to see my life Everywhere that summer there angles
Some may say I am crazy, Or even insane, But the Little Bodies that laid staring, Could have been saved, The problem that most see is different, In the eyes of those who have grown around, To know the problem that most see, Changes everything to m
Careful where you point the knife. You might just take a life. Whether it be someone unknown. Or it even be your wife.   Careful where you point the knife. For it tells no lies.
You Walk Around With A Gun In Your Hand So You Assume That Makes You Tha MAN? You Disrespecting Your Mother So I Know You Respect No Other But It's Respect That You Demand Because You're "THE MAN"
I have come to the realizationthat as a woman of colorI will one day havewith the bittersweet blessingto give birth to a beautiful black baby.Only the third timeI have labeled somethingbittersweet.
  Just Listen…     Just listen to the words I have to say ‘cause it just might make a difference to you and me  
When I heard that you were sexually assaulted, I mourned for your childhood. And perhaps that was not the best response. Because you have not died. You are still very much alive. I guess I’m just sorry
She can taste the blood in the corner of her mouth From when she was tripped during a struggle to the door The iron taste to accompany the scarred ford From when she “fell down the stairs” at the home of her “love”
It started deep down inside me ready to rise To keep my anger under control that was a tough fight The words that were exchanged how could one forget The damage that they caused one deeply regrets
I dropped you off at school just like any other day.  I never thought you’d be taken away.  Your smile still burns in my mind. Nathan, you, must have been so scared that day.
They say it's the gun that we should fear. But listen to this. This gun that I hold, listen to it, it cannot walk, talk, or feel. This gun cannot be held responsible for actions of a hurt heart.
The sudden tear to conquer my cheek A tear filled with history, memories, and laughter I hope to contain this tear To forever remember Yet It falls once again Forever embedded into the Earth
I heard on the news the other morning that another child had been killed. And as I sat there listening to the emotionless reporter talk about his death I felt the tears roll down my cheek.
I’m depressed which is probably normal for a teenager suppressed from any social life because I balance eight classes, seven school activities, eating, sleep, procrastination  and more sleep.
Some grow out of barbie dollsInto their sports braTo become sport's starsAnd play on the same court with the boy starsSome go from double dutchTo bringing their teams back in the clutch
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The city of “Brotherly Love” By: Laura Hernandez   As our founder father had dreamt The city of “Brotherly Love”
On December 14, 2012, Olivia Rose Engel, 6, left Sandy Hook Elementary school and joined the angels in Heaven. Reason for Return April 7th, 2013
Fear is only recognized after the fact. When you are in fear, you feel him, you smell him, he grips you, but you do not know him as fear.
It’s a barren cold winter Frozen and cracked across the surface Our breath stops in the air above us Our breath leaves us and huddles together in frigid air
Warrior speculating Clucking to their left are the defeated Barking to their right are victors lined up for future beatings Just spewing out special deliveries Come foreign repugnant warriors
They say it gets easier with time Pain and heartache “Everything will be okay, just wait and see.” But it’s been five years And it’s only gotten harder At least for me.
Sticks and stones can break bones, But words can break a person's mind. though to some, words are small and no big deal, to the targets they are far from kind.
Days pass and days end Glancing at the sun His beam, his hand of help Lighting our path for the day ahead
I watch and I weep to see such potential to see such beauty to see such possibility left there to rot to stagnant and stale just because of some idiots the fear and the scars
The singing began as they came for the finish The cheers and proud memorandums Ran through their minds. A thousand miles had they run for this, A thousand pairs of rubber soles they wore down for this,
Protesting to me is an art It is a way to defend yourself, a point of view, a way to start To start a change or change someone else's way To stop the violence or stop the drugs ...
Right here I laid with unknown expectations, my mind was shield from brutality soon to be revealed In these moments of chaos, my purpose openly appealed, the awakening of inner birth so ready to be outwardly lived
I refuse to put my hair up this week. I have bruises on my neck and throat and shoulders. It hurts, oh God it hurts.
I remember the day when I covered her bony body. They said she had it coming. A white t-shirt, warm cotton, clinging like a honeybee. I remember the day when
You sink your rough teeth into my neck, marking your territory on my cold canvas as blood rushes to all the wrong places, and your muscular frame hovers over my malnourished
When will we stop the violence Becuz the night is hot and I can't sleep And I smell violence in the air It smell of pain and sadness We stand alone in the dark When will someone turn on the light
No one is safe when the bullets start to fly No one wants to lose a brother or a sister over a stupid white lie I can feel the fear nibbling at my heart I feel dizzy and afraid
My heart bleeds tears of sorrow for lives lost unexpectedly on a momentous Patriots Day, Bombs burst loudly sending innocent lives to heavens gate...
She was all yours. She was everything you wanted, Worth the world and more. She took care of you so well. Always waiting by the door. She was your number one fan, Begging for an encore.
The sun arose as usual, bringing with it the pattering of small shoes followed by the clacking of heels down wooden corridors, to colorful rooms, for another day of learning.
Tell me about the time you almost pinned youth to the ground How she laughed in bell tones before she cried Before she told you that her time was almost up That was when you noticed the bruises, didn't you?
He will respect you He will help you He will acknowledge your thoughts And never resent you He will motivate you He will inspire you Like a tree he will ground and cultivate you
Boom! Pow! Kick. Ow. It's all I hear when your near, Kick, Slap, Punch, It's what I fear when your near. Spit, profanitity, and disrespect. It's all I ever get. But one day, one day I heard something new.
Rise Above By Brandon Motter
Pain comes in wallows so follow with the swallows I breathe this fire down your back and take you to the gallows, forget you must, not love but lust and all the roads you used to trust
Promise me that you will always be outraged on days like today when smoke corrupts the lungs of people already breathless from the urge to live, live, live. Promise me you will never bury your head in your hands
Day in and Day out Its the same fight With you and with myself The tears flood my eyes The sharp metal in my grasp
Day in and Day out Its the same fight With you and with myself The tears flood my eyes The sharp metal in my grasp
A young boy on his own Thought he had no control Felt like he was spiraling down Falling, rocketing toward the ground
Those who have nothing left are the most dangerous No one to scandalize, so nothing's too scandalous Break a window because there's no widow Burn down the house when bodies are buried in the meadow
We met back in sophomore year in Spanish. Considering that we both hated taking Spanish and were the new kids, we instantly clicked. You always made me laugh.
I look out across the dingy city. Towers loom over the filthy streets, the roads, broken, have no destination, and the street signs, blank, give no direction.
Pittsburgh, PA; Glowing lights. Downtown; Broken fights. This is where I spend my nights. I'm in for it, Jesus Christ.
Stupid me? Shame on me? I thought you were telling me the truth when you said that you love me.
I don’t read the paper But mornings I bring in the library copy And on the front page is the U.S. ambassador Lying in the arms of a Libyan cititzen Like Jesus lying in the arms of his mother
Words won’t come as they should but I’ll wrap you in something bigger Enclose you in the only embrace I know - My quiet listening heart
They see a monster, but I see perfection He saw content, but I saw an injection Where do I go when I need Protection? Judgment sees bruises but I see affection
Us brutal makers of cold blood mold, Us passioned takers of solid Gold; Gild the banner make eyes tear, With patriot manner then they can't hear.   Us lack of anthrop whom all shun,
Alone in my shadow. He creeps from his murky corner. Fear envelopes my breath. Paralyzed. His coils slowly wrap my mind. Consumed. Shedding tears of fright. Control is lost.
Even the smoke Was thicker than I thought, And I thought and I thought. Innocent shards Take their place, broken heart. Who am I to have thought?
"Newton's First Law"
She was afraid Of words they said and thoughts they would have She felt unsafe For their actions often go excused In a world where victims take the blame
The milling, the tilling, the toiling, the killing, for nothing more than a shilling, a shilling. Carelessly sowing, selfishly growing, fearing the gale of a harsh wind blowing, blowing.
The Scene: Our streets The Actors: Played by humans Laced head to toe in guns Their Voices: The sound of bullets Trying to win a battle, the outcome The Songs: Sung by faint cries
What will we do on this darkest day, When the world just looks then turns away? Will we cry out in anger or cower in fear? Will we forsake the ones we hold most dear?
Tonight we’ll light the match, Start a wave that will flow without currents. Heat will simmer for miles, Boil our demons with rays.
They make fun of me. Things I do and say. Is this their way Of killing those who are unworthy? Who doesn't deserve to be happy? Those of us who stray From “normal”, live with an array
When you hear "animal" What do you think? Furs of brown, Or collars of pink? What about man? The ones with no virtues, The ones we can't stand, The ones we can't rescue.
The line to the finish was so very near When a sound went off so I could barely hear I fell down - I felt the pain We have been bombed - I cry as I lay I see the other runners turn around to help me back up
(poems go here)Pain and fear washed over the night Tears rained down and blood seeped into the ground Bruises and scars flooded their hearts and weakened hope The violence erupted into a pool of never-ending pain
A sneaky fox, A thief in the night That’s what he was Tall and thin, Like a pine tree He had a terrifying Surprise for me. My memory is vivid,
What happened to Society? What happened to this world? When we cannot leave our home without precautionary measures. When we cannot leave our windows down for fear of burglary,
Orphaned from so young an age It’s a wonder I ever escaped that cage The world was so dark from the place whence I came Monsters and demons they soon became. These Monsters and demons came from those to be trusted
If only looks could kill Then your presence would be inevitable The time it takes for you to wake and bake Can only lead to the end of your fate
Welcome to this world, this cold, cruel place, Where violence and hurt are quick to replace. Here are some things to which to pay mind If, and only if, you wish to survive.
I don’t go to church anymore, there’s no sleep for the restless. I spend my days with a crooked wishbone, the meat still sticking to it, and our shed smells like the gasoline that burned out of me years ago.
Beating to the core Towards a betrayed Soul Being pushed out into a sea Of blood and grief And yet no one shows empathy to those Who inhale these deadly blows
Human Complex creatures That fight to survive this World full of madness and darkness 'till end
I see you cry. You sob and you hold onto me. Your hair is matted and tangled. And you cry. Your body shakes With sobs that don't seem to stop. Your hands wrap around me tightly And you cry.
Suffocating in darkness As a diseased light paved my way I attempted to scale the barriers That separated me from the outside where life thrived
She was a tree Not because she was strong and sturdy But because of her inability to keep her thoughts together They fell like leaves on the sidewalk to be trampled by those who passed by
Whoever it was who said that war is heroic Never stood in the midst of one. Never felt the heat of a gun Or heard the CRACK of bone pierced by a hunk of lead.
Pursuing that which I desire, With strong will on my side, I never tire, Forever in love I am, With people, With knowledge, With all of man, But my mind knows no bounds,
Running And running You can see the end Running for hours The crowd cheers And shouts encouragement s You keep going Then there's a boom There's so much commotion
Through my eyes Your see the fear and pain. A very negative pain that could hurt for life, With nothing more than hate for you.
My boyfriend is a senior and he doesn’t have long He has 6 college offers 2 are in IL, but not in Chicago I can deal with that 4 are in other states, nowhere near Chicago Ain’t nobody got time for that!
I don't understand why the world is filled with violence or why people hurt others. I don't understand why innocent men, women, and children are killed when they had so much potential
I awaken to red and blue lights The paramedics have arrived, Pain in my head like after those late nights I am thinking I should have died.
The city everyone wants to leave. I guess it’s part of growing up: Forgetting.
Chiquitita I am sorry That you are blue and black That he’s taught you that all you have worth Is your body And that you think that you are dumb. Chiquitita it’s alright to cry
Mountain, built of wood and covered in silk The fine covering serves to disguise The hollow middle, full of devils and thieves, And others of their ilk. The tongues of the traitors lie and deceive
Countless words are left unspoken, Tiny children’s hearts are broken. The moon is faultless, bright as day, Whispers are heard from miles away People lye silently, afraid to die,
Those Hands From his hands to the wall, that's what she goes through. From the wall, there's a fall, his knee meets her through. Bloody fist out her jaw, now whose the fool, because she knew what she would go through.
I thought if I closed my eyes, I would go to sleep. And dream of beauty and butterflies and forget my broken wings.
Gliding across the sea, Gazing up to the heavens This is all I see The final resting place Sinking into the ivory lace The shoals, the stepping stones Call to me. Guide my soul to you, to
Today is the day, Where we decide aye or nay, Where we can help those in need, come on we can all hear them plead, Help us! Help us! The grounds a fallen! Parents are goin’ and children are ballin’
Red Orange yellow Green blue and violet The colors of the rainbow but Isn't it funny that you and my colors aren't there So nonexistent like some say God is but It's not what you see it's what you feel
Pretty young girl named Cree Her boyfriend always giving her the third degree "Who you with?" "Where you at?" When he doesn't get the right answer he hits her with a bat How is that? She says she love him like crazy
Never again do I want to see such pain and hurt in her eyes, But time after time I look for and wait to hear her cry. She says there’s no one who can save her, but I have to try.
I can't take it Everywhere I look there is despair The news informs me of the horror in which I live Another man dead from the war Thirty kids dead in a school shooting I can't handle this world of despair
BAMB! was that the door? I heard my heart thud in my chest. my chest, so shaken up, my throat so hard to swollow. clinching. my hands and teeth. just hearing the scream. PLEASE STOP!
The Windy City Where guns haunt innocent souls This city is cold The world claims to care With more killings than the war It is hard to sleep
You are hurting her, more than you know. Cuz she won't admit it Her feelings won't show. You lacerate her, stroke after stroke then you kiss that bitch she's been broken.
You call me son. I call you by name. The things you have done You should be ashamed. You say you are a better man, You want me to see. My eyes are open To the man who stands before me.
She blasts the radio trying to drown out the sounds of her mother wailing, father wailing on her mother, but neither TLC, 3LW, nor Destiny's Child is loud enough to cover her mothers screams.
I dreamed I was a monk, I dreamed I was a man, I dreamed I was everywhere— everywhere became what I am.
Why was it that I could not look at you without smiling the rest of the day? I would walk by the corridors gazing at the distance, seeing no one but you. Your laugh, your smile, your voice, all charmed me.
Innocent bystander shot dead 19 18 ages all over Over shoes is ridiculous Robbed stabbed shot Over some shoe called foamposites Maryland Virginia DC Multiple dead Outside the foot locker
I saw a honey bee On the ground, it Looked as if asleep; Dead but whole and Complete. To express my respect I watched the sun set next to it—two meters in be -tween. Then as the sun
Such little hands With little fingers Such small feet With little toes Sandy loves to play outside Sandy loves to sing as loud as she can Sandy loves to love things She loves pink and dresses
It starts off slow, a tugging at the heart. A sort of deep ache welling up within the subconscious Something that cannot be expressed in words You see them talking, laughing, but not like they care if you see
Caw, caw, caw! The crow goes. Boom, boom, boom! My heartbeat grows.   I stare at my window Waiting, waiting. Fear enveloping my mind and soul.
I was a pumpkin …once Grown and harvested in the richest soil My flesh could have fed My seeds could have rooted My life could have been meaningful But instead of enriching the potential I had,
I could see the terror and fright in your eyes Got stabbed by a shank maybe struck by a wrench Innocent bystander Wrong place at the wrong time I dont speak slander
Hey there, pretty lady. That’s who I am tonight, Pretty Lady. Pretty Lady this morning Pretty Lady after this crap job Pretty Lady now
Sometimes I see, Things that I should not. And sometimes I do, But then I get caught. I am never alone, When I am near. But when I am alone, I never fear.
I am a woman So you think I am weak I am a woman I'm alone in these streets You put your hand on my stomach I said not to touch me You continued To make your way down to my pelvis
You feel alone don't you? Your heart is aching with an unbearable pain. He hurt you. And he was the one you trusted most. He broke that and you are mad and upset.
Tip, Tap, sharp pebbles fly blistering as they hit; slices that never heal, incurable. Severed from reality, a shun full of force. "Freak" "A joke"
I hear gunshots, people screaming and they all are running and the heaven gates have opened so the angels are coming. It all started at a party on a wonderful night, there wasn’t an argument not even a fight.
Will that day come? The day when violence will cease. Fighting increases through out the years because of people and their beer. We fight constantly over little things if it were me I would say stop me!
A yell, a hit, a tear. Sounds echo in my thoughts Why am I ignorant? Why do I lie? I dream; I don’t remember Well it's nothing new, Nothing to shake the rattles in the mind
Val
Hair like ebony fuzz upon her head With ancient dry skin drooping down her face Square spectacles frame her weary eyes red Tired from the toil she must embrace Ashy, hairless arms splotched with burns and scars
This man has given everything he has has given so many years of his life for you. To protect you. And you have the nerve - the sheer audacity - to fight? Your petty argument
Eyes hold the truth Black, blue, or green No matter the color They can still be seen I look into his eyes And I see the truth The truth he tried to hide But it made its way through
Afraid it will come back Up like a shadow Up like his smoke Rolling in with the tide Even when I hide I'm afraid it will find me I'm afraid I'm still to week to fight Because I remember how
A crow's warning, the dark, soft death is near. The danger is in the cruel, withered rage that keeps you in its grip. The black grave, though rare, turned the girl drowsy as she struggles with her grief.
The screams of bullets pierce the sky, As sounds of suffering resound across the night. The little boy with the gun wondering "Why?" Stands in the middle of this agonizing sight.
Hidden from the world, years spent tucked away Did you hear me calling? Crying out your name? Shunned and left alone, corners and dark rooms A child with open scars, and burning wounds.
I do not understand Why I was ignored I do not understand Why I was turned away I do not understand Why I was not believed Why I was thought to be a liar Just like I do not understand
ghastly silence crept in like high tide in spring. flooding. subduing. spilling over echoes of playful banter. one, two, buckle my shhh--- until
On the block I saw a J-Rock with his hand on his glock looking like he wanted to pop so I, went to tell him stop. See, he just go out the pen and another strike he’ll get life in the pen and I’m his only friend, knew him since we was 10.
By Johnathon
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