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my guts are knotted uptwisted i've been overthinking my old nature of sin seeking left my heart unwhole and leaky   nerves got the best of me anxiety keeps my chest sinking  
Skies are gray and flat The crunchy leaves stir about  I color blank streets 
I know who I am  Rosy streets and stars guide me  Now I watch you burn 
Moved by oppression, culture call it cult seen sin the streets a night outrageous fights, pain and thoughts of pain satisfies the heart an addiction or habit just takes It all away a state in mind out of space
How Blood Flows   Blood flows Just like tears flows And love flows   Rooted in pain
It takes a minute for the Sun to move From North to South, and Back up again to marvel in his splendor Of the motion, she grew tired   Low bronze and crisp lavender fork through her eyes
Nestled in between Crushed dreams and garbage piles Is a place Full of towering hope As far as the eye can see And the claustrophobic rain of opinions that make up a city.
Walking down the street, Not a worry in mind. People around every corner And every door. What are my thoughts? I can't think. What are my intentions? I just want to go to the store.
A unique coral reef called The Streets. Rapid shuffling of feet and millions of heart beats.  unusual things can be seen  similar to objects found within Grand Theft Auto cheats.
~Spruce Street~ Loud and noisy Neighbors talk and arguing A playground two blocks down the street The scorching fire of the summer heat Dismannered teens Runs on people property
Double 0 tisa, Ngalimi Nawakilisha, Nipe dry au Mixer sijui kuhusu shisha, Its the puff puff pass dizain ya dandoo Kule Uk double O-Mau Mau Kwa hizi style ninazo flow labda watoe Draw,
Double 0 tisa, Ngalimi Nawakilisha, Nipe dry au Mixer sijui kuhusu shisha, Its the puff puff pass dizain ya dandoo Kule Uk double O-Mau Mau Kwa hizi style ninazo flow labda watoe Draw,
Take, take, take, All you do is take Give, give, give, You struggle to give Feed your children Feed your people Allow your kind to thrive To reach the sky Allow them to shine bright
Twisted lies and teary eyes These news titles on the rise Wrong perspectives, strong objectives Activists are the real detectives Police brutality? Our reality? Families surviving on calamity
Feed a pigeon,Breed a rat.A survivor is born.One for one.
All across the nation people are searching for retaliation.
Written by: Juwuan Dennis We the people. Land we people live on. Live on and let live. To waste time is throwing away a clock. Because the tic won't toc. Cure Unfindable by even a doc.
From peer pressure to the grave,
Government officials have fallen into the chains of guilty corruption, Our endowed right is no longer the Pursuit of Happiness.  This backfires on our economic production, We the citizens have no wall of security.
Silver ribbon Assiniboinea sash for a city--a ceinture fléchéetied into the Red just off Highway 1          You leak into the topsoil           in the place you call home          and come back up a street map
I am a sparkling pavement square under the street lights I am a street musician packing up dancing down to the sounds of the subway I am an echo of 2am sirens on Market St.
There’s Suffering and crying, and a lot of people are still dying World leaders getting richer while their peoples bodies are piling Up to a mountainous top, corpses spewing like the steam from a boiling pot, of Genocide
My hood? Let me tell you how it goes down in my hood The cops punish the benign crimes but are not around for the ones they should Much like a leprechaun, dressed and posed as doing all good
It was a sunny frid
  Sweaty palms, the itchy insides of the smoky marsh pits, discolored cloudy eyes with battered Fort Knox thighs,
I hit you, You hit me harder. Down in the gutter, No room to barter. A pack of smokes, That's fifteen years, Fifteen years less That I don't have to See your face or
Oreo To think a childhood could reincarnate itself in mockery Oreo that's what they call me Oreo because I'm too black to be white, but not black enough to BE black Oreo
Youth. Innocent, playful, potential victim. Seeing the real world first hand, scared.
Stuck Between The Transition Between Hard Times And Sucess, It's Oh So Hard To Not Stress,  My Soul Intact, But My Mind, In Mesh  Good And Foul Intentions Sowen Into A Soild/ Flimsy Net
  Too young These two simple words always thrown in my ear. Too young to know life. Too young to feel fear. You see me on the outside, never seen me within. You tell me i'm young,
What a busy atmosphere Rushing, rustling, raging streets Crazy, crowded, chaotic people Always seeing each other Never knowing one another   She would walk past him on the way to work
Give me your time and I’ll share with you this story of mine, it’s the only thing I have left you see, my life was cleansed by the sea. My home washed away it was the only place I had left to stay.
A night in the park A house, a house Intimidation Trepidation My child, my child Innocent victim Silent victim Dry tears Hopelessness looms Eyes closed Eyes open Bliss
Only one answer. Why so much killing, from north to south, from east to west? Why so much pain that no one should endure? Why so much sadness, we cry ourselves to sleep?
Their here, their there, their everywhere You may not see them, but their everywhere They need your help, though many turn their heads If I could I would help every single person
(poems go here) They did the work we didn’t want to do We could not be in the same room It was illegal for them to have a say If they even tried it was almost like they were thrown away This went on for 400 years
Shuffled by, Tossed and tied up without a bat of an eye Thrusted into a life that was unseen Depicted less of our mean Voice unheard, some sort of strangled silence
Shuffled by, Tossed and tied up without a bat of an eye Thrusted into a life that was unseen Depicted less of our mean Voice unheard, some sort of strangled silence
Need somewhere to go Don't have anyone around Praying someone's searching Hoping you'll be found
I see what your scared of, that thing inside that you want, the burning fire, te desire for change, you thought you could do it alone but your just one, thats what the doubters say,
The riders are teachers, The marchers are leaders, The man they all look too, Is a Baptist preacher. She sat in a chair, Not willing to share, To stand for her rights, Without being compared.
Some say ignorance is bliss, but I dare to disagree; I say ignorance is what the eyes are afraid to see. On the outside you may think these people are friends through whatever;
I've seen my people enslaved by these monsters I haven't seen them escape very far Still trapped by their masters, or the ones that claim they are And they've been hypnotized by those damn cars
Why won’t it change color? I try so hard To scrub off the darkness That will never go away It brings so much trouble and shame They stare at “it” Define me through “it” But I am more than that
Silence sweeps over the cotton fields of present day Georgia As gentle winds tickle the cypress and the pine. Streams ebb contently in their beds. Who would have thought in such a beautiful place,
I had a dream, he had a gun. I asked if I could sit, they asked if I could run. Without justice there is no peace, they say “I have justice so is there peace?”
In today's world, we hear about the civil rights movements in history class. We think, "that was so long ago, does it even matter now?" Most teens only think about our country now, not it's past.
This is a Rise^ For All of Those who have Died in order to keep the Living Hope Alive This a Rise^ For All of those who wear a disguise There's no need to hide
Oreos. Zebras. There are jokes about both That are funny to even the most welcoming of people. When two races mix, Two races so different as black and white, literally, Judgment is passed,
Deep in these streets Where it's easy to lose One's self without warning Where all hell ensues Where death is dealt Day to day From one hand to the other In a sneaky way Where moms run amok
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