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I find something small, Suspicious and strange. Black marble, crystal eye,   And it was you who knew my fate, Taking the glass and pushing it down my throat.
Sirens scream into the night Melted into the cries of people  Shattered glass on black paved roads  Littered like stars  Heart in thoughts of fear
They are thoroughly domesticated- and some unfortunates are driven to the point of cowering. They will gladly beg for a bone and to receive table scraps- is to be in Heaven.
Does the President hate us? Saying we only come to America to cause a fussI see on the news the hate crimes towards people like me Risking it all to come to this country just to fleeMy heart breaks as I think about those kids in the cagesWho have
A man has kidnapped two people and is demanding 50 million for their safe return.But people have discovered who the two hostages are and they are not concerned.
I dream of a better place, where everyone slows down and realizes that this life is not a race, that money is evil and should not be chased, but wait, we identify as human beings and not a particular race, where your actually innocent until they p
“it’s the people not the guns”  well now look at what you’ve done you’ve trapped us in a corner  thinking we’ve got no where else to run.    Well we’ll march right up capitol hill
When incorrect feelings cloud my thinking and it feels into darkness im sinking i just see a world where....where Cain had never did it, he tried to lift the rock but in his soul he felt convicted
There's an issue Somewhere The issue is Something   What it is I don’t care   Because this issue Whatever it is Wherever it is Can be solved  
Flashing lights Bright colours On the side of eye sight Memorised logos Unconsciously Remembering   Everywhere you look Subtly influencing Desensitizing Part of life
america the free, that's what they say i am free, that's what they say you're free they say i am free
  Dear God Why do you let me down? I pray and pray, yet I still frown. Is it something wrong with me? Are my morals blinding me? Is everything that I live by binding me to its rules?  
Don't pretend to sympathize when we can see the greed in your eyes. You say one thing, turn around and say another. All you speak is lies. A child constantly arguing who is right he's never wrong.
Dear Donald Drumpf, I don’t quite see the appeal Of a walrus wearing a toupee Shouting out obscenities while I stand here in dismay The country is in shambles
Ever so corrupted Is our society We need to lay hatred to bed Yet the others do not see   I have become humanities scapegoat Its as if this earth is on mute Its arms around my throat
Hard working father, scraping by, stares at the photo he keeps in his box Soon as it hits 5, he’s off the clock
I will protest againt this insanity Speak up without enmity Even when they set their dogs loose Because I won't tolerate this abuse And we're not backing down I refuse to be led by a clown
Hands over hearts, morning after morning Some don’t bother speaking anymore Their silence is louder than the words that flit around the classroom Why pledge Allegiance to a country that has wronged so many?
my father's eyes arered, white, and blue.third generation immigrant,he is proud of what he has done,of what this country's allowed him to become. 
"Make America Great Again!" It's the slogan we all hear.  "Americans are full of hate!" from the mouths of people that live here. Many years of suffering and depression. And all for what?
America the Great, America The beautiful How can we say were the best when we fear everything that we don't know.
Have you heard, have you heard, Of this feather-shedding bird, The eagle, our freedom, our country, our cause? It’s sick, it is, sick as a dog, With dried up eyes and ears and tongues for laws.
Many minds rest on politics So many engaged in the political Yet the majority forget this is literal When many are waiting for the fix They are disappointed just with tricks    
Not everything is okay. Fact of life, people. And more and more I look around and see people try to redefine "okay." Or try to figure out the way the world is best run Or what's the difference between messing up and just having some fun There's no
I'm all alone In the zone Tired of adults telling me I'm not grown But I pay no mind Not to the hypocrites who think they're on their grind Not to the homeless who come begging for loose change
A kid who spits and stutters when he talks Is scared to say a word A girl who has to limp when she walks Can never join the herds And do we tell them they’re different Or do we accept them for who they are?
I see nothing but negative changes And a whole lot of racist faces Politicians never would help me Out of this abyss known as poverty But hopefully though this education I'll see a new world I've envisioned
The innocence and naivety of youth Before you come to realize the dismal truth That everything is dying before your eyes And that the government does nothing but denies
Curious NaturesIn a more weak world the most aggressive advantagesdon't always deal in what is referred to as "fair consequence."
I had a dream I walked the earth                   
Saturation, warmth, crop, sharpen.Silence, stare, sit down, be quiet.
In one brief moment, One fleeting spell, I spoke too quickly To do me well My words, so hollow, Then held weight And thrust upon me A heavier fate   My beloved Houses and Home
Hey! This is a poem that I wrote describing the unfair economic system in America and how I feel being a woman of color in the USA and the daughter of refugees.
Elephant and Donkey each gearing up The day starts new the sun shines the elephant smiles  The Donkey watches the people smile  The Donkey rejoices with tears of zealous vigor A new day begins, the sun fades 
H appine    ss unknown to us as promising as GNIHTON as obtainable as air
America look at you.
College. Every young girl and boy's dream.  A place where you create your niche. And become skilled. Hopefully enough to prosper.   They build you up to it your entire life. 
My mother of Resolution A mother of hope A listener of wisdom My detective of crime Understanding of all imperfections   Loving, caring, compassionate
Dear Santa,
Pain I feel it taking over me inside The cries, the struggles The pain that needs to be set free Why did you hurt me? Why must I feel the way I do because of you So many questions gone unanswered
Loving caresses Following me endlessly  Appreciation
Floating through an abyss of tears and fears. Do they notice me? Can they help wipe the errors? Dancing, twirling; I scream to be free. One day they will see, it was me they always needed.
You tell us to prepare for college  And cram our brains with useless knowledge That won't help us in our lives Won't help us support our wives   Why am I learning about pre-calculus,
I feel the gazes All the sages in the world couldn't take away the problems The lie they tell Is only a part of the pie they say sell When we all fell We were told that it was what we were all sold into
Harsh and cold Is the shattered concrete Click clicking beneath the feet Of jostled ignorance   Heavily breathing Pant panting anxiety Beneath these metal ghosts  
Take me back to a place worth seeing, these bleeding rafters that hold mud ceilings, we cry out to hear an echoes embrace, for dreams laying hollow among this place, Bells ring among powder's stench,
Music is my way of seeing the world of its beauty music is my way of knowing the political wrongs and dreary's music is my way of hearing the ambient sounds of amazement
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