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Cup of Tea

Thu, 04/14/2016 - 20:17 -- EllaK

there is a calming effect

as i sit and sip

no matter the location

contemplating life

and trying to find motivation


it is this calming effect

that fills me with hope

as i add milk and honey

and realize that even in the dead of night

life can still be pretty sunny


this calming effect

has lead me to believe

my life would be incomplete

with out a nice cup of tea


This poem is about: 



I wake up each morning with this word

It is often unheard 

I have doubts about a lot of things

But it helps just to sing

I have doubts about the existence of a higher power

I don't worry about, I'd rather take a shower

After I graduate I want to go to college 

My parents don't make a lot of money

I have to pick up the pieces, I have to acknowledge

I doubt things will get better 

But what do I know, maybe life will get better

Trying to keep smiling, trying to stay optimistic

My views on life aren't very realistic

When things get better, I will shout

But this thing distracts me getting goals done


This poem is about: 
My family


A Child's Plea

Warning bell: battle cry.

We’ve seen it all before.

There is the gunshot.

Gunman - eyes bloodshot - we all march.

Our death march.


Gun rains fire in the hallway.

Let me knock on my senator’s door today.

And see the corner of an AR-15 peek out

from the inside of his wallet.

I called it

The same way the ghost of these victims call you.


What a roaring.


This poem is about: 
My community
My country


Random Thought

Fri, 09/06/2013 - 22:35 -- Deezy

I’m stuck in a place with white faces and a black backdrop, green trees and blue skies. Trying my very best to find a place to fit in, only to find that I stick out. Reading books written by white people, yet you want to understand the black perspective. You want to take a peek into my world but you’re scared to step into this place, filled with real emotions, true issues and a food stamp card. Dilapidated houses, broken homes, fatherless children, single mothers and rap music. That’s all you think we consist of isn’t? You see some may call me ignorant, while others will call me lucky being able to grow up in a place where color was never an issues because everyone looked like you and then you get to college and you look around wondering what the fuck is up, in a room of 35 I’m one, in class room of 10 I am one, the one that they ask questions, observe and try their best to figure out. Accommodating, twisting, turning, and bending over backwards toning myself down just build you up. Remembering I grew up in a place where people looked like me, acted like me, talk liked me, yet I was different. I was odd then, and they told me I acted white and talk that way too because I reached out to grab the dream I was after, my dream now turned into reality, here I am and I’m just a bit too black to handle, too loud, too boisterous, and I guess I have too much to say, so you stopped listening, this must be how a Dalmatian feels, a white dog with black spots, help me understand where it is I belong too, because I don’t fit here with you, yes color is an issue but I never assumed it would be a problem. Being the one thing that continues to change in an environment consistently filled with bullshit. Could you handle this? Now we could pretend that you understand or you could just admit that you don’t know. You can call me controversial, tell me I do things that are a bit taboo, but what does any of that have to do with you, when did it become your concern to worry about me, my body or what I do with it. Did I say something to make you mad or did you decide to just shut the fuck up, because you realized that my actions will speak louder than my words and I’m not talking as much. I’m stuck in a place with white faces and I serve as the black back drop, the things I’m about to do will certainly make your heart drop. Treating this place as a blank canvas because I’m about to paint this whole town red.          



Behind Closed Doors

Through the silence I hear the screams

A picture of a perfect family lying in a broken frame

A lifetime of happiness

A lifetime of lies

"If possible I never would have married him"

Mother says through the tears

If possible I would go back

Back to bedtime stories

Dinner as a family

Back to tearless night

I wish I never looked behind the closed doors

I let loose the hidden monsters

I let secrets run free

Now our perfect family has become a shattered mystery

We are broken

Trying to pick up the pieces I am only left cut

You see us from the surface of who you want us to be

Maybe your perseption would change if only you could see

If only you could see us behind closed doors

This poem is about: 
My family



This is a poem about finding out that what you knew your family to be your whole life was infact not the truth, about a lifetime of hurt coming up all at once. 

What I am afraid to be

Mon, 01/05/2015 - 16:25 -- vsuzie


Find me, look for me

Catch me but don't intergate me

I did nothing wrong and yet you glare at me

Thinking I commited another common crime

I AM... in denial

I cannot face your acknowledging truth

I do not need you to tell me "I am one of them"

I have to confess to what I have done

But you leave me no choice to do so

I AM... in denial

The simple insanity of this crime

You will not forgive me if I convert completely

What many others have done successfully

Is what I admit that I am after

Forgive me, myself

For going against your ultimate rule

And what you consider a sin

The crime of becoming... normal 




My Dear Auntie

I have a person in mind while I write this poem

She battled cancer for years and at first she won

But like the return of a storm and the vengeance of a brother,

when it came around again it overcame and overtook her.

So this is for you, I know you can see me from up high

I have finally found my chance to properly say goodbye.



I remember on the porch when we played those games

It was humid and it was hot and it was pouring rain

The pitter-patter on the roof was some kind of background noise

as we pulled out new playthings and brought out new toys

You were still a child at heart and you embraced it fully

(even though your siblings thought you to be unruly)

But after a while I saw the method to the madness

since your big goofy smile left no room for any sadness.

I didn't get to go back South when they said your time was running thin

I had to hear by word of mouth when the sickness took it's chance to win

I still have the drum they gave me when you died

My momma said you'd want me to have it, after she said that, she cried

I know it's your's because it's so your style

Though actually bringing myself to play it took me a while

But now that I'm stronger, holding it brings me more joy than pain

Because I play it when the storms roll by, and I play it to the rain

This poem is about: 
My family


The Suffering Women

The elderly woman was wrinkled and withered

Just as the fruit she would have delivered.

Packed in her purse were little candy mints,

As pink as her cheeks rosy tints.

Eighty-two years young

Was shown in the strength of her lungs;

But as many believed she is a poor old woman,

Mary Jean was able to conceal her inhuman.

Her husband's coffin was buried days ago,

Making her a widow to John Doe.

But behind her sappy love story,

There was persistence for glory.

Beatened, batterned and coaxed,

Her life was all but a hoax.

Through the pain in her bust

She had to learn how to trust, 

The open arms there for an embrace,

For women deserve to be filled with grace.


This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


Pervert Teacher


I walk into your classroom

Im very happy with my day

When i see your fucked up grin

Fathers hide your daughters away

The worst part is you work here

You cant even teach your subject

But for some reason the princible holds you dear

Women arent your pawns

The girls are not your sex toys

If you get the wrong idea

You will answer to us boys

I will see you gone this year

Yes i have finaly got you now

No more girls will ever have to live in fear


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