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So you call yourself a patriot?
One who supports this dreaded land?
You find yourself proud of this
Of all we have destroyed?
I wonder when i’ll be ready to share my voice
And I wonder who will listen.
Whose ears will my words reach?
Whose scars will they scrape?
He steps on my toes
You could say I have the whoas
When kisses blow
I never met someone like you
You smell of good things
Forgiven
not forgotten
hard work
for what I’ve gotten
knocked down
kept on knockin’
fell down
kept on walkin’
Shut down
kept on talkin’
don’t give up
There's something different about todayMaybe I'm the only onewho'll notice itbut it's better than nothing
Brown eyes beautiful long lashes curved for days
His head sways to the sound of the beats to my rhymes
I notice he comes here all the time
Sits in the same chair sips on the same drink
All power means
Is Pointless Oppression Without Even Respect
I am powerless
But that’s what makes my actions powerful
Sense
September 7, 2018 ~ Friday
Little lips
Little bits of me, the tips
Of where all words begin and end
Little place to hide my insides
Dear Poetry,
I used to wanna run away,
To hide the words inside.
But, then you taught me how to say
All the things I've pushed aside.
"we're going to write poems"
my heart dropped to the floor.
"we're going to write poems"
my brain croaked with lifelessness.
"we're going to write poems"
and i pursued an escape.
(Terza Rima)
There is a meaning in everything told
Even in a single word, or few more
Just listen to what is said, none to hold.
Poetry has taught me
That even without conversation
There are still ways
To inspire ideas
To express emotion
To connect comrades
Even without conversation
One can always use their voice
weekdays and weekends nights i look up it’s midnight
i spend my thoughts to this website
im bottled up with emotions
i can’t help but help the commotion
I look normal, I believe,
Hungry eyes of a frightened girl stealing moments of weakness in the dark by herself in the night.
I believe they don't see it,
Most of the time I try to pretend it does not exist.
You see
It wasnt always this way
when the time passed it brought colors
for sometime its only gifted grey
its a mindset they say
trapped in my own behavior
the devil next door
The thoughts that hide within the back of the mind
The words we think but not say
Of the people not heard when they speak
I am a girl. I am a woman. My sex is girl. I am powerful. I am worthy. In this man made world, I am sturdy. I will not let you look at me any less than you look at yourself. I am amazing. I will NOT LET YOU BELITTLE
I watched it before
I didn’t speak
You let it happen to me
I couldn’t speak
I couldn’t stand up for myself
The taste of being ignored
Behind a locked door
Was an abuse that became too familiar
Beautiful
Intelligent
Strong
Virtues gained
And stored in my
Silent intensity
-Laughter like a hyena leaving pink tongue unwillingly-
She's forgetting
How to speak softly
If you can hear my voice,
Speak up please,
Quivering in the shadows,
Frightened of presumptions and
Prejudice,
I shut my voice to hinder
Judgment.
I am silent for
The sole reason
One day you will wake up and find
that you can’t say a word
that you are far too frustrated, too grieved,
too passive, too afraid
You want to punch your mother
but you also want to hold her close
Another shot
hit
scar.
Another reason to blame
punish
abuse
assume.
Another empty apology
promise
excuse
person.
Another person dead
I walk down the empty road as a single car glides past
I keep my head down as to avoid eye contact
I wonder if they saw my eyes, how they are filled with fear.
Not many people understand what the problem is here.
They say it isn't hard to get well.
That it gets better with time.
It isn't that simple.
They say it is a matter of will,
A matter of desire,
But it's not true.
My own silence most terrifies me
While freedom is my savior
We must close our eyes
Rise above the noise
And speak louder than blockades
I need my voice to say no
I need my voice in highs and lows
I would like to mend and bend my words to the vastness of a certain height to make someone realize that I love to hear myself talk a lot.
So I speak
I say dumb things
Tip tap,
rain on blue water.
Drip drop,
a tear on the river bed.
Sing song,
a bird on a nearby tree.
Thud- tromp,
a little girl fallen there.
Crick crack,
leg twisted underneath .
Now I am alone
And the only words I can hear are my own
The ones that echo through my head
Ricocheting to all corners of my mind
I try to mute the silence but it is too loud to calm
If i could be your clothes, I'll hang over your bones.
Every hour, every day.
I can be your invisible cloak when anxiety reigns the day.
Beauty is never a careful color
Its an angry amber, a vibrating violet
Courage is never a planned step
Its a shaky bridge, a broken ankle
Truth is never a smile and a wink
Its a broken dream, a sober triumph
I am Survivor Anne
Who has been cast away,
who could never meet demands by those
more cruel by the words they say.
And though they spit and punched and screamed
and tried to tear her dow
They would turn a whisper into a shout.
A phrase streching for miles.
I'd tell truth to be revealed
Healing would never come...
The truth sets only those free who confess.
I, of the confession am in bars.
She once was a little flower
Not knowing how to speak
But when she did
Something beautiful happened
She became herself
And learned from all her failures
My favorite thing is when I am held close-
To your face.
When you hold me and keep me close-
To you.
I am scared of falling.
Shattering and breaking because you could not care enough-
To catch me.
She Told me to write about her
And these words came to mind,
I LOOOOOOOOVE YOOOOOU!!!
What's in the shadows?What's in the dark?What's tucked away,in infinite thoughts?What is unspoken?What is away?In the mind ofa person,what don't they say?
Dear little angel, I love you so
I'll never ever let you go
Since my heart to you belongs
I thought I'd put it in a song
You'd laugh and cry and fall asleep
Your body was just too weak
I am aware that
this is precisely
the
one
poet that
would not chase away
the human
who
binds us
to
speak
I am a reflection upon you
My father was not a glass creator
So why am I staring through you
A minor, marrow, mirror
I see she wears a stain like pride repellent
What makes my quaking voice different,
I can’t speak in front of people;
Rather, I choose to draw and paint and write,
Exactly how I feel.
Seven o'clock I walk Into the doors of my high school, my black high school
Where People do whatever it takes to be considered cool
I walk into the bathroom choking from the smoke
Uhg I hate this school I complain daily
Aspiring within, a risen power ready to tip over, the ability to inspire.
Agile but, fragile
After every trial
You tell me I'm unique and they say I'm a freak.
Excuse me, sir; but who gave any of you permission to speak?
Quirp
Whore
Asshole
Loser
Bitch
You spit splatters of wavering whines
Your words ringing through my spine
Judgement reflects from your eyes
Here I sit,
Mind opened,
Thoughts spilling onto the floor,
Creating a raging sea.
A sea so vast,
A sea so wide,
A sight so magnificent I nearly cried.
There is no plan of action,
I am a coward.
I'm too scared to face myself..
Too scared to find myself.
I'm always running away from thinking about the inevitable.
I run away from reflecting on them.
I started just like any other
clean and pure and a heart that was whole
Innocence started to fleet
learned to walk on my own two feet
Standing high upon the stage
Looking
At a million different people
Standing barefooted in the carpet
Looking
At my face in the mirror
Standing high upon the stage
Speaking
Everyday when I wake up I think about the choices I will make ahead.
By turning on my light will I make someone else uncomfortable.
I work a job that could have belonged to someone else.
My mind filled with so many thoughts
Heart filled with hurt that won’t stop
So young but forced to grow so fast
No time to be a kid or dwell on the past
Within an instant my life began to crumble
Her heart is slowly dying.
Her scars grow deeper and deeper.
As she is no longer trying.
Only watching the calamity beat her.
The fire surrounds her soul.
She can no longer breathe, just take it in.
Dreaming in the twilight,
Watching the sun fall into night,
Looking out from Grandmother Window.
Lacy curtains hung with care;
See the moon, reflecting there.
Dreaming in the twilight,
Watching the sun fall into night,
Looking out from Grandmother Window.
Lacy curtains hung with care;
See the moon, reflecting there.
Sunset settles on the east
As the sky darkens
Stars twinkle
While tine slows downs
Owls awaken
Yet, birds fly south
Heart beats
And I stay still
waiting
waiting
waiting
The voice, oh how lovely it is, let's you speak,
speak your mind that is,
why not speak your soul
your soul is yoruself, one which cannot replace you
dear , oh dear, i love you very much,
It was their choice to have me, not mine.
It was also their choice to have 5 other children, not mine.
It was their choice to have two cars, not mine.
It was their choice to live in this house, not mine.
I have always been the one left out.
I would speak, but i was never heard.
I would stand up, but get slammed down.
With all the unheard words and the put downs.
Have you ever/spoken/ words to no one,
or/have you spoken/to/everyone?
No one will/always/listen,
while/everyone/will only listen/sometimes.
Speak
My life was like a loaded gun
Waiting for someone to use me
Waiting to be pointed in any direction
My reflection was silver bullet clean
My look was mean mugging me
Walking down the street with tear in my eyes and you still have words to say to me?
My head in the ground, dirt in my face and your still kicking me?
Its 11:55 right now and i began to think to myself why?
Why me? Why now?
I work blood sweat an tears and do not know the reason why?
Why does she lie? Why now?
My hands get weak when i think of this situation,
They teach us to weave our fingers
To create intricate patterns in our hair.
To adorn the onlooker’s eyes.
Creating superficial monsters,
Policed by superficial consumers.
I forget the time that's passed, ironically I even forget what your face looked like as I remember our moments together. Most days it's as if you never existed. As if one tear never fell from my eye for you.
One word with so many meanings
Haikus, sonnets, snaps, songs, freestyle
More than just words or styles
Self-expression
Wanting to be heard
If I could be heard,
I would say listen.
Listen to the lost voices
And to those who cannot catch their breath,
The ones too terrified to scream,
Not everything works
Like it used to when
We were young
Disease fills us
Disorders rot our minds and
We’re never cured
Anxiety creeps up
Fire that you ignore but
Can’t put out
They only fester in the silence.
Time is ticking.
We should stop being quiet
Because all they can do is fester in the silence.
The longer they fester, the worse the pain.
Time is ticking.
To speak my voice is to let my words ring out into the air, reverberating through every corner.
Music inspires seeds of intellectual concept to sprout from a fresh mind.
Weeds find their way into a mix of ideals when the presence of spirit is in question.
The nostalgia sets in as I attempt to remember a time in my life without music:
I remember when we first met, or when we sent the first textsand how it was so detrimental to you when i first leftI told you babe don't sweat because we'll always be together
Uh in this world
We listen to the public
To things society says
Speak something of it
Searching for the person to be
Sit here do nothing
Fighting while chasing our dreams
Failures no option
Bones in the ground
Once filled with marrow
Longing for movement
Yearning to feel
Lifeless bones
Previously home to laughter and memories
Covered in darkness
No longer a friend
I’m a whirlpool,
No,
A thunderstorm,
No,
A category 5 hurricane,
Of thoughts, and hopes,
Of memories, and dreams,
Of puzzle pieces and star dust.
But everything stays silent.
Rushing, always rushing,
Really no time to look back for what you wish was coming.
Movement, perpetual movement,
Making steps towards the revolution.
"You're so strong," they always said,
We as blacks
Grew up with the struggle of the nation on our backs
Being told that the skin that is attached to our bodies
are a curse to our soul
We believe that being different makes us a queer in our "group"
The excitement is there,
but so is the fear
for what is to come next?
Graduation is coming,
I hate being in between
We are always forgotten
Well, I guess that’s what it means to be middle class
All I ever wanted was to go to school
They say my parents make too much for me to get financial aid
Tick.Time passes along our far-ending journey.Tock.Most of us don't expect to end up on a gurney.Tick.Without ambition, there could never be a goal.
Speak your mind,
Tell the world what is racing through
The crevices of your mind and bursting to the surface!
Only you can make the difference if you free yourself -
Troubled spirits speak the most...
Because so much pain has the words flowing like the tears we cry.
Don’t nobody know about this sticky situation.
Cause if they knew you would be in a ditch or be caged into an infested cell
And I think I would be out casted onto an island of public denouncement and self betrayal.
Seventeen years of observing others
Seventeen years of sitting in a corner.
Just watching form a distance or nearby
To the point you start to understand.
Understand others and their action
They live inside my mind
take shelter in all its corners
weave themselves in my veins
and race each other to my mouth
dodging the filters of my teeth
they slide down my tongue
A man that made her feel safe
Took her in like she was his own
Betrayed her by making his claim
It was ruthless. She called out for help
No one heard her scream
Belittled to nothing -- nothing at all
What is silence?
The simple act of not speaking
Of letting the air linger
A gentle breeze becoming the only sound
Our inner thoughts being the only voice we hear
Is that silence?
Or is it much more?
You say it's better not to know.
It won't get out the window.
I'll never tell,
Until you ring the bell.
The bell of permission.
About your secret mission.
A fairy is real when a child is young,
A belief is what that idea is among,
Everyone believes in something,
Societal change is what beliefs can bring.
Religion is something one cannot escape,
Curiosity becomes a whisper
and questions remain unanswered
WE are drowned in our own famine for knowledge.
I'm not a writer, I just think a lot. In a world so crossed and diverse ideas arise and many a times people get lost. How can we find our way back?
So we have rights
We have the right to life and liberty, to the pursuit of happiness
The right to worship however we like
to freedom of speech and expression
Sure we have some rights, and they make us who we are
Do your do now, sit down, don't talk, be the perfect student they see.
But in my mind all I want to do is scream!
Teachers feel they have so much superior over me.
Telling me what to say.
Where to go.
They bullied him because he was different
Stating that he isn’t full grown
Because he likes science while they play sport
They never treated him like one of their own
The teachers don’t notice a thing
You teach your numbers, you read your words
You reiterate when nothing is heard,
A tender intimacy fills the room as you stroll with modesty
A charming chuckle exits your mouth as you fault, as you fault, as you fault
It's hard deciphering secret agendas when I'm busy deconstructing every word you say.
Depicting what you've yet to reveal, does that mean I have the upper hand, or am I simply playing into yours?
If Love is so sweet,
why do we remain sour?
If Love is so blind,
why do we discriminate?
If Love is so beautiful,
why don't we share it?
If Love is so divine,
why don't we chase after it?
Unforgettably forgettable
You never paid attention to her, not even if it was critical
The society would see her, but she would still feel invisible
You'd hear her name, and intimation owls go, "who?"
Say it to me again,
I dare you.
At first it was nothing.
A black hole-
Empty, no meaning.
But, you feed it so much.
It grows, being filled:
filled with anger, tearing souls.
No one is born silent.Even the dumb can speak outin the eloquent twirling of their hands and fingers.What's stopping you?
Can you look me in the eyes,Without blinking?
Can you talk to me,Without speaking?
Can you cut the tension,That seems too thick to slice through?
So many questions,What will you do?
Let’s give them guns,
Let’s show them how to shot someone,
Let’s to teach them to feel nothing about seeing the blood of their family,
Let’s watch their souls turn into masters of death,
We have created monsters,
The words you use are like a sharp knife
Piercing the flesh of a human life
Maybe this time they'll just take it
or Maybe this time they just won't make it
Wish they would understand their power
Dear world this is what I've wanted to say for along time, the words I can't reveal without the rhyme, these words keep on changing with the times and the tide.
What is there to do?
When the big kids beat up the little ones.
When the little ones were afraid to speak up
to defend themselves or their peers.
No one would say a word
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”
In the sixth grade my eyes were opened.
Poetry became a powerful and wonderful
form of expression.
It seemed to ooze out my brain
like warm, chocolate syrup.
I matured through broadening
(poems go here)
Looking at her
with her Chinchilla fur.
Lady of Guidance and Grace
only to shut you down in your face.
With her arrogant brow
she demands all to take a bow .
It would say:
For eyeliner, mascara, blush, and concealer,
All there for girls appeasement
And there magical purpose
Remains to bring about disguise
Rowing, dipping the oars into diction
Words I refrain from dripping
Onto anything but paper—
In case of them sinking.
I sat upon a hill and looked out at the wide expanse before me,
Rich green grass covered the earth beneath me, and an honest
Blue sky stretched out endlessly
People walked, and ran, and laughed, and spoke, and sang
I write to feel.
And I write to dream.
I send my words,
to the knowledge stream.
Through my words I speak
And through my words I grow.
If I did not write,
you would not know.
I'm not exactly the one to talk.
Ask me to speak and I will stutter.
But it's not just that.
I'm scared.
i simply wish to speak
without a curse holding me back
i dream of letting words come out
from the inside out
without a trail of tears following
falling from my eyes as if they were the skies
I have a voice;
Strong and loud.
Can make people listen,
People in the crowd.
I know right from wrong;
I'm not sitting in a cloud.
I'll scream till you hear me;
Scream really loud!
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
Im tired of misunderstanding and foolish hypocrisy
People thinking this is an autocracy
Where no one sees the right but walks in the wrong
Trying to push forward searching for the place they belong
who are you to tell me im no good
to make fun of those from the hood
to bitter those once sweet like honey
to down those with litte or lots of money
is it true that your not satisfied
She screams, she cries
She takes off her disguise
She begs the world to see
They will never see.
Speak your mind
It gets easier in time
Be you
That'll get you through
Self-esteem is a must to stay strong
It's okay if they think you're wrong
Speak my dear, for words
have meaning. Like an eye
who's wanting to seek curiousity.
Either that, or you can
shut your mind from
expression and expanding with
what's around you.
It is all said with silence
Although no words are spoken, a million words are heard
Words of disappointment, shame and failure
Words that ignite discouragement and extinguish pride
Why cant I speak? Because no one will listen... But if I don't speak, then they won't hear what I have to say. If I don' t speak, how can they listen?
