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Steam pours from thin shoulders
Dimly lit, white tile reflecting moonlight
Beams hit my skin
Slowly, ever so gentle,
Revealing to me a world both unknown
and a truth that scalds
All men are created equal
Creator
Unalienable rights
Repeated injuries
Tyranny
Justice
Voice of justice
Free and independent states
Protection of Divine Providence
Sacred honor
We have rails from one end to the other
Metal bands around the heart of America
But it is an artery or vein
Bringing life and freshness to stagnant places
Though it brought us life
We don't need it anymore
Red for sacrificial blood
White for God-given purity
Blue for Heaven's royalty
And we are the stars
We are saved by the blood
We are made pure
We are made royal
We are the stars
We are great and strong
We have the bear, the
Mighty Grizzly
Takes five shots to kill
Thunders like a raging storm
Mauls with the weight of a falling boulder
Can face the river and stay steady
Thundering clambering beating bumbling
Creatures
Not dainty deer in an English wood
Buffalo
Buffalo driving the prairie to mud
Drinking the streams
Tearing up the grass
Like they will be torn up
Statue, o woman of faith and freedom
Stand as a bulwark in the water
Inviting us to join
The masses of people
In the land of immigrants
Statue, whom will you harbor?
We've had an invasion
Blazing horns
Glaring lights
Rocketing music
The city has risen
Farewell to the pastoral
Now it is skyscrapers
Blocking the moon and my stars
Good day, sirs
Why do you sit,
And stare at South Dakota's
Brilliant turquoise skies?
I wonder what you see
I wonder what you would say
If you could really see us now
Warm family meal
Amidst the chill of autumn
Cinnamon and nutmeg
Christmas in a crust
Don't eat too much
Or it loses its magic
Of holding your taste buds
In warm, soft, sweet, juiciness
I can’t pinpoint the exact moment when I discovered I was Mexican
Of course, I always knew
But snippets of realization
Sprinkled into my lifetime of 16 years
I’m an American,
through and through,
but an American with a hyphen too.
An ode to my culture, customs,
and ethnic ties,
yet critics say my hyphen divides,
causes racial tension,
You know......
It's f*cked up when you realize that every adjective that describes you has to be justified and equalized through a movement.
From women's rights, to civil rights, and gay rights,
Long exposure trees
and shadows
Freaky black things
Looking
Beautiful
diamonds against red and blue
green
When the luminous rays of the fireball so many miles away just glistens off of your brown skin...
It often forces the mind to wander to distant sacred places that can only be found within...
At Last
Once upon a time
There lived an average girl.
She was Asian and American.
She excelled in high school,
And didn’t care for school.
She made them proud, her parents.
My heart bleeds stars but the blood is striped,
and my heart pulses with war hymns and psalms
dripping with Betsy's fears
Instead to cover vets like newspaper blankets
I am proud of America.
I am proud to live in a land of rights for all.
I am proud to follow in the footsteps of those who came before.
America! land of the free.
But why does the freedom in my hands look different than yours?
The equation does not equal.
One will never equal none.
I look in the mirror and see myself, just like you.
Two souls live in my body
One has endless American pride
The other likes to hide
American I am called by brilliance
Mexican by my appearnce
Land of the free and of the brave is for the snobby
Hello,
I’m not a coon or a savage
And I don’t live in the projects or eat chicken and watermelons for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
No, I don’t live on the “block” and sell dope.
She is beauty
She is dreams
She holds misogyny
Hoping for a better life it seems
She talks to everyone
Discusses their ideas and desires
The only offspring with a say is the son
Greetings America
You're a great sport
I supposed you're egotistic and somewhat rather strange
I like that you're diverse although you're not all there at a time
I hate the crimes that made you great
Lovely that we get to live here.
Grateful for the hard work of someone else, For Chance
Bang! Another one down
A black main lies helpless on the ground
People look and record with nothing to do
One reaches for their phone then another then two
She falls next to him with tears in her eyes
Gold Diamond rich with them carats Bold red lips and them plastics Gold Blood dripping it's a classic American Dream......
someone once told me that I matteruntil I multiply myself times the speed of lightthen I am energywhen I merge with he who mattersit becomes synergyit becomes clear to methat words mean nothing
The Liberty Bell ringing loud and clear
Is the sound of independence
Reminding me that I am free.
The red, white, and blue of Old Glory
Waving in the wind
Is a symbol of freedom
My American psycho likes to kiss.
My American psycho likes me to be his.
My American psycho needs me to love him.
My American psycho is so stupid.
He has a dark, dark soul.
What Crevecoeur said about America being a melting pot is true!
My teachers and mentors say that is more like a stew.
However let me prove it to you
For once I explain then I can tell you my troubles
The Skin I’m in
The Skin I’m in doesn’t mean I am covered in sin
Or that I am corrupt from within born into a life of violence and rage.
That because of my skin tone I am an animal uncaged.
If I said I was a leader would you follow. If I said I was inspiring would you listen.If I said I was a Christian would you believe me.
They call us
thieves -
filthy, hungry,
bean-eating
wetback thieves.
They look at our
brown skin
and sneer.
But
they do not know
who we really are.
war, there is war everywhere in Iraq, Syria, and even in the U.S.A, recently there has been an epidemic of police bashing. A seed in Ferguson was shot to death by a police officer, which sent a fire through the field.
Black & white
Why fight between us human
Why racism compare to color ?
You might be white or black and nothing difference between us.
I've grown up around strong women. To be specific, I've been surrounded by strong black women.
That doesnt make me strong though
This made it hard for me to find myself. I wanted to be like them
Hated onAnd beat uponBecause the way they live Is "wrong" Who are you to take the role Go and take another's soul
I know the guys always say the same old line.
"The makeup compliments your eyes"
Honestly your personality compliments your mind you one of a kind.
No matter how much makeup you apply you can't never hide what's inside.
Everyday is the same as yesterday
I fight to be a new me but it always flees
The chance to change my families name itches at my mind
That new me must come up and rise
There's a lot of pressure in this world.
This crazy-ass, city-and-sas world.
But hell, it ain't real.
Gotta listen to a real man every once in a while...
He's a hard workin', head turnin',
The sun beats down
Hot on her pale neck
As she pauses and brushes away
A single droplet of sweat
Not a cloud to be seen
Nor a breeze to be felt
As she adjusts her sleeves
And tightens her belt
To some, everything comes naturally.
Money, fame, is recieved upon birth.
I am not one of those people.
My parents are not famous, nor are they rich.
We originate from Colombia, the land of Cocaine.
A passion is a longing,
A deep down tug or sorts,
That pulls and guides you every day,
To new mountain tops and new ports.
My passion is very special,
It involves all of you,
From the outside looking inI spy the winds have changed,Through the window I seeAll the things deranged.
i wonder who it could be
that would want me for me
who could include my faults
in whats best of me
why cant i see
when will he show
its been a dream of mine
he holds the key
Hello, my name is
"Chinese"
"Japanese"
"Dirty knees"
"Look at these"
"Criss cross"
"Apple sauce"
"Do me a favor and get lost"
No father
mother here
but really there
I am here
but really
where?
nature
or really nurture?
The true American experience
Is like a tree.
As we come together we
Grow tall and strong.
Our roots are buried deep in our rich
Welcome to Chicanos- r-us
We service all of your needs
Will school principals go to isle 12?
We still have a few janitors here
Desperate for a job
Yes, they are Mexican
Ready for their graveyard shift
I'm sorry, I hadnt realized that correct grammar and proper English was only something one race could doMy mother never told me I had to talk in slang, incomplete sentences, & silly colloquial speech
Everytime I look at a paper it has:
Black, White, Chinese, Indian, etc...
Why can't it just say American?
I don't want to be labeled as those things,
I'm not black, I'm not white,
I'm just an American.
I slowly walk home day after day—
taking in the sounds of strangers.
Men and women—that spend their lives
in a constant hurry, a constant mess, a constant disarray.
Living for the American Dream,
His game was astronomical
This young boy who loved to hunt
In the underbrush of the forest
sun halve past twelve
A fox appeared ahead
Golden fur and bright brown eyes
It’s kinda funny sometimes
When I’m chatting online with my friends
Ranting about the immigrant child life
Trying to make my case to those who don’t understand
Funny because all my messages
Come out
First day of kindergarden, the promise of new things.
Proud parents with tears in their eyes, let go of the tiny hand.
Child comes to the table as the bank page, eager to learn.
School years go by, like seasons turned,
Though my skin is white, I still have to fight.
For education, equality, acceptance. I promise I'm bright.
Actually, I'm Hispanic, but you couldn't tell by my skin.
Call myself hispanic, and it's considered a sin.
Six a.m.
Alarm goes off
Hit snooze
And again
And again
Brush teeth
Wash face
Dress to impress
Black coffee
Out the door
It’s This system I’m stuck in
inescapable, impossible to win.
Sitting for hours, blood pooling in the brain,
Make my senses go numb, but leaves me the shame
Of which they have none- But require you to feel,
Two parts of me
Clash at each other
Fighting to be the very best
To win over the other
The race to space
Or battle of government
From the White House to the Red Square
Uncle Sam versus Mother Russia
Liberty, who may define this subtle word, our governing persuaders, you or me? Surely one may elucidate Liberty as freedom, distant of a governed control, an empowerment of choice and thought, backed by moral notions. Is this claim too absurd?
We have been living amongst a misconception
Misconceived by those who decided to create the title “Black History Month”
Now I understand this title was created to celebrate historical figures
Through mushy puddles she wears a tranquil stare,
Brows furrowed in ambition of getting there,
Little steps, one by one, growing distant from the restrictions of mother’s arms,
I am an American
For my blood helped build this country
It was this blood that grew crops and
weaved the clothes on the moon's back
The moon would be nothing
without the sun
to graze it's face
