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You keep trying to piss me off with the games that you play,
But I don't think you realize who you are dealing with, and that I can go all day.
You want to slam doors, and you think that I am going to go back and fourth with you,
THE WHITE PATH
A white proud path
On goal oriented footpath
Leader with white pearls
Lifted heads as he turns
Neither from the blood,
Running in your veins,
Nor from your,
Documented Nationality.
You are an Indian only,
If you can give everything for it.
I’ve traveled to many countries,
Met people white black and brown,
I’ve seen beautiful locales,
My body is a skyscraper
Yeah you heard me right
It’s 6 miles high and made of glass
To stand out in the night
My body is a skyscraper
With legs of stainless steel
Holding up my giant frame
Thoughts raced around my head
Caring how people judge the way I am
But the wasted energy was for me to only see
The best thing to do is just be me
I wasn't the smartest in class
I wasn't the best on the team
I sometimes came last
At least that's how it seemed
I aimed to make you proud
I hoped to see you smile
they ask how i can know
for sure i like girls
as if it is a question up for debate
like you would choose this life
just to experience the hate and
the pressure and the pain
they ask how i can know
for sure i like girls
as if it is a question up for debate
like you would choose this life
just to experience the hate and
the pressure and the pain
To follow the right path,
I had to leave my old life
I will come back
Even though it was difficult to decide.
I was scared
Will you all be alright without me?
I was prepared
You will see
A disorder that's rare, diagnosed at age six.
Causes fear to my family, oh God's little tricks.
Brain tumors and pain, with surgeries to come.
Eleven was my first, I have scars that are from.
Look at me with curiosity, why am I here, in such area?
Look at me in disgust, why is my skin so dark unlike everyone else?
Look at me in lust, as if my race is for pleasure.
I hate when someone gets bullied
Even though I stay out of the arguments
I have a personal exception
When people are bullied for being smart
Often referring to them as nerds or punks
My mother is a woman like no other.
Hi, my name is Kai and I am gender-fluid.
Well, that's not what my birth certificate says
But it's who I am nowadays.
I enjoy living in my own fantasies.
A place in my mind where I can be anything.
I will listen to society
and I might cry at the words I hear,
but I still do when
she is wounded by her own sword
And I will stand to say
that I love her like a mother or sister
I am thankful for queer history.
However hidden it has been.
I am thankful for the great artists and engineers of the Renaissance.
I am thankful for DaVinci and Michelangelo.
Nothing more what elese to say?
Have our days been counted?
What to do but pray?
I live a life of oppresion
And being brown is my obsession
But how has my color helped me?
It states in the Constitution,
Our beloved document,
That every man is equal.
That the freedom of speech is a
Basic
Human
Right.
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.
To be strong,
To be powerful.
To be young,
And to be mighty.
Land of the free,
Home of the brave.
America is beautiful,
"How are you even here right now?"
I got here by myself, my own merits and determination!
"Yeah right! You Mexicans are what's wrong with this nation!"
Maine is ME
I'm diverse.
A bit of a rocky coastline.
Blistering cold yet
Delighfully warm.
Spontaneus and changing
Like New England weather
Unpredictable. Different from the others.
I believe that many say, time changes
It molds, grows, shapes, scrapes,
You
I, with tired limbs, heavy eyes, a crazy sleep schedule
depression hurtsmentally, physically, emotionallyfor me, writing cured.mentally, physically, emotionally
Risen up gracefully
A halo on her head
Aunt Sharen earns her golden wings
Slowly fading into an eternal slumber in her bed
Proud, Brave, Determined, I go on
That's what she would've wanted
I’m tired of these white boys
Saying I'm not “black enough”
I “act white” and “talk white”
So I don’t match their model
This is for dark skinned girls who ain't as loved as their dark skinned counterparts
This is for dark skinned girls who can only dream for the love they need from society
I am black,
but, I am an American,
yet, because of my color, you stab me in the back?
They tell me I speak too proper for a girl of my color,
and that I could be mistaken as white,
My decisions
My thoughts
Built into bricks of a wall so high
No god could topple me down
My integrity
My principles
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
Black is phenomenal To the color of my skin,The texture of my hair,The eyes, I use to stare Black is phenomenal I am not light,But dark I am not pretty,But beautiful Black is phenomenal Black is creative,Black is BlackAnd if I had the chanceI woul
I am. I am AshleighOr so it says, I am from the Ash Tree.I am the thousands of words written in the darkness in hundreds of other poems, some just like thisI am the photos that plaster my walls
I am BLACK '
I speak BLACK
I preach BLACK
I be BLACK
For under inevitable circumstances things take a turn for the worse
Why ?
Because I am BLACK
What you see on the outside of me is a young freckled girl as confident as can be. She can stand and talk in front of people with ease, and take charge of situations in a breeze.
At age 6 the world is full of adventure and
fun and you can make friends just because
you have a Barbie Jeep and Daddy's
always proud of you and one day you're going to be the
first person on Mars
I hold a drawing up to you,
it was really quite sloppy, but the grin on my face was rather silly.
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
Dear boy with the alluring smile,
Thank you for taking away my trust once again:
Each day it comes closer.
It is becoming closer to the day that I am going to be an official adult.
Imagine a world without filters
Where people see you for who you really are
Don't worry about hiding that scar
Because that is a part of who you are
Be happy with yourself and forget what others think
My nose is big
my hair is nappy
but more importantly
Im Proud
My parents are divorced
and yea it may hurt
But more importantly
Im Proud
Proud of my god given abilities
I grew up in the suburbs
Always being told that I was different
I grew up in the suburbs
Always being told ways to change
I grew up in the suburbs
No need for the things we think we require
No need to think we don’t have enough
The world around is ever changing
And things may never be so rough
Listen O' ye weary traveler
To my tale of Love and Death.
This life is a cruel mistress,
WHO’S FLAWLESS?
Flawless because I’m contempt with the person I am / becoming.
Flawless because I’m eighteen proud and gay.
I am the problematic child.
No filters there's a balance.
Taking the happy with the bad
Teaching myself there's more in life to be had
I need some guidance in my hear, karma after dogmas looking to philosophies of the world
Wear your cown you've earned it
Show you're pride is burning
Let no one tear you down
Show your colors to the crowd
Walk your walk
Strut your stuff
Shout your talk
Show them you're Tough
I am strong.
I can stand tall and proud.
I can tak care of myself.
I can do anything.
I can be anything.
I can take on the world all on my own.
I am an independent woman dammit.
Play Pretend
Imagine:
There is a girl standing by herself, observing her features and physical characteristics in a mirror.
There is one thing I can say
That makes me who I am today
My best quality things
Than can be physically seen
Thunder thighs
Because I am a runner
Imperfectly perfect
My flaws make me flawless
For my flaws are who I am
and I don't give a damn
You may see differently
Maybe as boring or ugly
But all I see is me
Unique in everyway
We'll always remember our youth,
our careless and reckless acts.
We'll always remember our childish loves,
Feeling the flames on the side of my face;
Smiling, laughing in this bustling space.
I have found where I belong-
All hopes are high. Nothing can go wrong.
My arm burns from whipping. The eggs froth and foam,
Does this dress make me look fat?
How the hell does one answer that?
It’s obviously a trick question.
Answer only with discretion.
My love you have grown,
my love you have shown,
shown that you are fine without me.
My dear you stay sweet,
my dear you're on your own two feet,
experiencing a world without me.
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.
Who says what is perfect?
Who says I am flawed?
Oh, you?
Well, here's what I say;
I say I am me,
and that is all I can be.
I have scars across my skin
My skin color may be black
but I have a lot of colors that I don't lack
like my pride I am proud of my rainbow
But also I am considered a Rambo
Oily skin.
Frizzy blonde hair.
Pear-shaped body.
Flat chest.
Big feet.
Labels we use every day.
I pity the fools who tried to rob me of my innocence,
Of my hope for a society -
For a world -
Where I'm not judged by the color of my skin or the mysterious voices I look to for guidance;
The people squirming
Through each other
Sprinting
Pacing
Chuckling
Weeping
Briefcases in hand
Lunging
For the office
Laptops
Cellphones
Watches
Files
I wish you had told me sooner
That you would be leaving me
I know you have your duties but
I
Your daughter
Deserved a say in the matter
I watch the news
I see the deaths
You?
How true
Are you?
Are you lost?
In a faraway place
Where you conceal
Your true face
Oh what color?
Do you see
Yes
When you see me
Do you see blue?
The first time I saw you, you were sitting at a lunch table reading the first book of the Harry Potter series alone.
Why is it that we allow ourselves to suffer?
Day by Day we walk around,
fake smiles plasered to our faces,
bracelets to hide the cuts,
makeup to hide the bruises.
It seems like only yesturday
that I was just a little lad
and now that I am grown
my family is very glad
I can not help but feel
that after all these years
I grew up so big and tall
Down the halls its hard enough
“Fag” “Gay” “Queer, that’s never enough
Into the locker my face gets stuck
A teacher walks by and gives me a shrug
Finally in class
In the middle I sit
From the moment I first heard her heartbeat;
that I felt her move.
From the moment I first saw her;
my Darling’s eyes so blue.
How anxious I was to hold her;
embracing my joyous fate.
I wasn’t the happiest kid in middle school
School subjects increased in difficulty
Especially math
What is the Pythagorean Theorem again?
How do I figure out the radius of the circle for a second time?
You are more than:
a weight
an age
a name
a race
a gender
or a stereotype
You are you
in a world of them
You have a future
You have a past
Would you be proud?
If you had never closed your eyes for the last time
and woke up to me now?
Would you be proud?
knowing I've made mistakes.
Maybe ones that make me ashamed.
But despite all that,
That look is a look that can be seen a thousand miles.
That look changes lives and create smiles.
That look flows from a mother's approval to a daughter's heart.
That look shows that the girl is smart.
Bragging rights are rights for a reason,
I work hard day to day, quarter to quarter, season to season.
The “overachiever?” The “teacher’s pet?” The “know it all?”
Go ahead, I’ve been called them all.
My languages are tree,
And dey define me.
Cajun is de language dat dances off my tongue;
It’s de one dat I’ve known since I was young.
I let the chills take over
The feeling of being unwanted
A storm raining on my parade
For my feelings came crashing down
Raining confessions
Of how I was truly feeling about my imperfections
Deep within a hot blistering day the
trees swaying whilst the wind is
array. The sun illuminates the slaves
scared slays and America fails to
open her young eyes.
