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Red, white, and blue What does that mean to you? To you red might symbolize love But to me red symbolizes the blood
How much attention is really given to young people as they come up in a heavily political playground? Are we truly being molded to become leaders of change or are we simply just another vote?
His smile is so enticing. It yanks them out of an abyss, His promises, Are the music that wake them up in the morning.
Oh citzen, you can vote It doesn't have to be republican, or democratic You can vote third party if you please But if you don't vote, you are not fulfilling your duty as a citzen
To vote is to be a citizen of your country. Your voice can be heard and be put into word. It is your way To seize the day
To write each night and da
The time has come and I'm ready to surpass one of life's greatest milestones that isn't taught in class. If I did not need to decide, I'd gladly take off and explore, but I must, so I shall, and I'll try not to view it as a chore.
BLACK By David Harris So many times I’ve heard, “You don’t act black”, And to this day I still don’t understand, How does one act a color? Do I be decrepit, ugly, or dark?
I was scared, Scared of what we could of had. Scared of what we should of locked on a pad. Scared of something that could go bad. And now, I stand. Confused with these flowers from another man.
I am here.
Mine eyes have seen the coming the comming of many things, But as things pass by my eyes they become many goings. My feet know many back allies that have kept me off my trail.
The home of a traveler Is not really a home, But more of a way of life. The home can be furnished nicely With a chipper mood and a broad smile. The furniture is all in place
To the "dear" Mrs. Langerman. How dare you take advantage of a young child. She was innocent, sweet and mild. Just because of her race you stood there Discriminating and staring with that dark stare.
The power has gone to your head. An unforgettable leader made a mistake, and now we are stuck with the dread. All we look forward to is break-- since it's the only thing stable that can come from you.
Life. Wrap me up in it. Feed me it by spoon. Or drown me in it. Just, leave me to submerge. I'll be fine. Just...Let me be. Let me live. I'm under lock and key,
Doesnt matter if you get a head start. The world's biggest dumbass was, at one point, smart. Look back at what you were. Now you're confused by your very own words. A slip up made you fall down. Can't climb back up. Sit there and drown.
Chardae Prevo Septemeber 19, 2013 Innocent Heart
She grows in a special pot.Made of wires and fear.Commonly broken and torn through.But always put back in her place.She's cared for and dusted,Her eyes behind the glass box,Sees a world she can never touch,And a world that will never touch her.Sh
Wish I was colorblind Differences weren't relevant Soon as I was to find A dog is not an elephant But what about the hurt so important color sep'rating whites from dirt
A leaf upon the pond, drifting along, No wiser to the water below than the sky above, The wind blows it goes, No control of here or there, As the day unravels the weather above eats away,
There is so much sadness in the world What will it take to heal When murder Senseless murder Is committed every day Genocide Is in every corner Of this planet Look around you
I write to escape, to embody myself in a world free of space and time where my pen can't keep up with my mind as I overflow with rhyme expressing my love, expressing my life.
I write to release, I write to not feel. I write to express feelings that I know are real. I write when I'm confused, I write when I'm alone, I write when there's no one but myself at home.
You are debating, misstating, creating Facts and figures that sounds so nice. I am waiting, we are waiting, My generation is weighting
roses are red violets are blue I should vote and you should too!
Writing is a passage to the soul, A life etched in ink or coal. My story is different and unheard Yet so many find it so absurd. I write to tell my story, I write to escape my quarry,
My selfish self wants to stand out and shine, Like the glowing eyes from the roadside in the night Making many folks alert of my existence. Yet, all my life I’ve been watching from behind those dazzling bright eyes,
i write because others write one day i heard someone speak without making a sound the book opened on my lap spilled with words that were so loud at the end of every sentence and/or phrase, was a bold statement
Why I write The externalization of my internal fight My words take flight What I convey not always a delight The emotions are real, Flashing before your eyes Masquerading in my desguise
I used to be depressed And at times I even desired death My feelings were strong and extreme It was the consequence Of trials and times That clearly took a toll on me
I record dreams.Not because I believe they are full of meaning,But because they were something I experienced,And I don't like to forget,That which I have experienced.
ITS IN MY SOUL TO EXPPRESS MY INNER THOUGHTS THAT SCREAMING VOICE THAT NO ONE CAN TOUCH TAKES OVER MY FINGERS THAT BRINGS NO FEAR IM UNTOUCHABLE WHEN I HAVE A PEN NEAR
Why I write is simply so when my words sprout wings and take off into my soul my mind and spirit filled with dismay writing is the ticket as I take on the soul train Why I write
Painful memories my heart storesLooking for a way through these doorsFinding my way back into the lightUsing up all of my mightBut when the darkness is backAll I see is black
I believe that in order for someone to truly develop and mature they must invest in themselves. In order to invest in themselves they must recognize what type of person he or she is
Poetry is more than words put together in rhymes and stanzas. It’s more than a couplet Or even iambic pentameter. To me it iss utter expression. A way to scream and shout
You use them to communicate, you use them to express your hate, you use them to depict your fate, you use them to inovate. but i use them to fight, i use them to make things right,
The abandonment that I have experienced, no other should feel. Enjoy your family, if not for you. Do it for the peole like me. People who have no mother to say "I love you".
Words written in led or words written in ink; whenever I find a chance, I really begin to think. Words written in red or words written in pink; When I find the chance to write, it feels like it was meant to be.
limit of limitations are limitless when i script dreams onto a blank page filled with ideas just awaiting to happen. The thought that no one or nothing could say that im wrong.
One night I feel the falling rain Drowning out the moonlit night. Gloomy thoughts of fierce betrayal Linger on my mind. (Shadow Dance) Hallucinations of my pride Give me the strength to fall.
When you see a pretty face When you see a shining smile Does everyone see that same thing? When some one is crying blood
Today I am a leader, An independent, A scholar. Yesterday I was shy. Timid, And a follower. Today I speak in front of large crowds, Rooms of people,
I remember how I used to want to be like Left Eye, Queen Latifah, or MC Lyte Record labels are hard to get so, I thought it was worth a fight However Nipsey Hussle was my biggest inspiration
I remember elementary school When they told me the rules "A poem has to rhyme And it's all about the syllables." I remember in seventh grade When my thoughts would fade.
I remember the laughing times I remember the heroic things I know the love you use to gave And I know the love you received
What is this insane reality that I live in. Its seems to be that every time I come to see. I can't still believe. I'm walking 'round Blind I'm worse than the mice. I'm awakening from beauty.
I'm never stable cause I'm always replaced. Friends are never friends,its a never ending race. I won't stay here forever,and plus you wouldn't care. As I walk away with nothing,just the wind blowing my hair
As I Lay here Dead Taking all the hits. Just One time I wish you missed. So I can rest a ill from all this beat.
When ones so close to death You didn't even notice you took your last breath Your still alive and yet there's so much hope We all pray here Left with cope Your still young you've got so much left to see
They devoured her They saw her with greedy eyes and decided to feast They came upon her suddenly She in all her glory They covered in deceit Wove illusions of inspired beauty And stole from her
Something dangerous lurks in the shadows It’s gangling grotesque figure lets out an eerie cry of warnings Night after night Hiding it’s sunburned flesh It creeps in the shadows I’m afraid of the dark
I, myself, draw the line. Neither bounded by chains or by reckless thoughts, flooded by the ignorance of those unaware of my flow. Is it the way that I speak which inflicts fear on Man?
Character Deep within the focal point of your exterior lies character. Character yet to be defined, Character that has ceased to be be intertwined...
With our flags, banners, and voices, We march. With tired bodies, overworked minds, and children in our arms, We march. For our daughters, granddaughters, and future generations, We march.
One day I’ll to support myself like my parents. To defend my political views. To defend the defendless. To see for the blind. To change the world. To solve world hunger. To understand how one who killed
Vote It shouldn’t be a question Go vote Let them know that you have a voice Vote It is not a suggestion Go vote Because you have the choice