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Why Does My Appearance Offend Most Folk ... !?!
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I DON'T LIKE ... " Crack "... !!!
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i think i was 11 when a stranger first asked where i hid my money
it was a cold winter day
you could see your breath sway and stay as the snow flew your way
i glanced back at his face
Turn silent there is no one for you
Learn that you alone
No one likes your tone
They don’t even pick up your phone
They throw shots like there stones
It feels like they are breaking my bones
Judgment, I give
Voices, I hear
Stories, they tell
Shoes, I stand in
I stand where they stand
I say what I know
I voice what I understand
I see judgment
I never learned how to apply for a loan.
I had to ask my mother how to buy a home.
My mind nearly collapses
Trying to file taxes.
Yet I feel like I’m expected
Not to be protected
It's getting darker.
A tornado tears through lands,
But I feel so bad.
The impact is colossal.
I wonder if it's my fault.
Under the surfaceResides an unknown girlDifferent from the one exposed to the worldI hide her insidewhere no one can seeBut this girl, the one trapped beneath the surface, is the real me.
I lie here and I think about what we could of had,
you were like a puzzle to me that I wish to put together
you always seemed down, and I wanted to bring you up
you seemed to be lost, and I thought I found you
I can't let go of the past.
It isn't that simple.
The memories are engraved in my brain
Like the scars on skin.
They play in my head over and over
Like a movie on loop.
If I could simply forget them
A prize he sees
A peculiar sight they see
A blind duet
Attention I feel .. Why are we on display
Attention I want but not from them
Faces all around watching the show
Big ass, big tits, and over sized lips.
Long weaves, fake nails, and bright red ass lipstick.
Bad attitude, smart remarks, and the things that make me and you sick.
That's your typical black girl.
But it ain't me.
I want to say thank you. Thank you to the ones that have treated me poorly. That have taken my past and pointed it at my throat like a sharpened knife. We all make mistakes...
Music is my voice
Lyrics are my words
A mermaids rejoice
In a broken world
My infectious laughter pollutes the air
Jumping in imagination
With love and hope everywhere
Creating inspiration
My eyes dart side to side looking for the welcoming smile,
Was it not enough,
You have put my entire life on trial,
I know what I have done makes my outside rough,
People often realize
they can endure more
than they thought they could
when enduring becomes the only option.
But sometimes-
when people can't endure-
they break.
break a little,
Babe
Dear
Hun
Love
These are the names
Of the ones
That I love
Stupid
Sick
Ugly
Jerk
These are the names
I've been called
All my life
Who am I?Am I the girl that stares into the mirror, internally degrading herself for not beingsociety's sweetheart?Who am I?Am I the lady who cannot keep up with the
Corrosive stares deteriorate
the fragile filter my fears create.
This pseudo sense of normality,
is a dam for my creative profligacy.
Beneath this exoskeleton of perfection
One white kid in the whole neighborhood
All my friends spoke Spanish but still I knew the truth
That every one of us wants the same exact thing
To find a safe haven and to have a family
Stand still solider
Knowing that you will never see your little sister grow older
Stand still solider
What makes me, me?
Is it the way I comb my hair, my brains and beauty, or the shoes i wear on my feet?
What makes me any different from you? Is it because i'm so kind
I know as I write about what's wrong or right.
Someone wants to see the end of my life.
I tell them go ahead and try!
I'm at that point I'm not scare to die for enlightening minds.
Never Judge a book by it's cover.
It's different from you to the other.
They're much funnier then you think,
Please, sit there calmly and drink.
You judge silently like they all do,
It’s so easy to hide our abuses
Blame it all on life, we did not choose this.
So we make up excuses and choose not to see other's bruises
Life turns us all red, yellow, brown, white, and blue
Do you ever think about one situation & how one little detail could've changed everything?
Through these eyes I have witnessed hardship,
Through this mouth I have tasted the tears,
It means something to go to college.
Whether it be to get an education or gain respect.
It means something.
Whether it be to make something of yourself or to grab attention.
It means something.
You go to school.
You get good grades.
You go to college.
You graduate.
You get a job.
You get married.
You have kids.
You retire.
You die.
Guaranteed success.
So what if I take up a little more room than the average person does
To me........that just means I'm a little more to love
Im just LIFESIZED
See I go in public they look and they stare
Deletion.
Every single one gone.
The memories are fading away.
No way of looking back into the past.
No young faces nothing but a faded thought.
Deleted forever, what once was is now gone.
Stereotypes and criticismAll in my head.I can not getMy head right.Liking the same sex hasNothing to do withSomeone else'sCriticism and opinions.Making stereotypes about
Happy
What Is It?
They say Its money
They say Its not money
What is Happy?
They say Its family
They say its marriage
What is Happy?
Is it light?
Is it dark?
When I Look at You by Savanna Morgan
When I look at you I see a blind, incoherent fool
Because aren't we all
Do we not build up our own houses, then
due to no foundation we fall.
I can't explain the things that I'm feeling right now
My mind, my body, my soul are being bombarded with poisenous thoughts
I'm being ripped apart into a million little pieces
I’ve known you for a while now
You and I are close friends
We’re best friends
I’ve noticed how you have changed from a sad little girl into a mature young woman
People made fun of you
They hurt you
Shh. They can't hear you.
Shh. You can't talk about that.
Shh. What will everyone think?
Shh. No! Ring the alarm, bang the pots, scream out loud!
It's always a good time for a drink.
Drank
Drunk
Easy girls and wasted guys make it all the much easier to point a finger blaming a solo cup of bubbles and warm beer.
We all have problems
So who are you to come at me
Did you ever think that there could be a possibility that i understand
In spite of what you have come to "know"
We are the same, having a bad day
No one sees, no one speaks, no one listens to the mind of the weak.
not here, not there, nor anywhere can this heart bear this pain.
I cant breathe.
I cant get past. This emotion, this judgment
Inspiration, that imperial feeling toward yourself, to express yourself, while addressing yourself with the things you do to the people who see only to judge, judge, judge you for your rights or w
The question that repeats in most minds that asscioate with me, tends to get rather tiring. "WHY DO YOU LIKE TO WRITE SO MUCH?" " I like to write because it helps me." *que questionble face and they walk away and talk about me and ask others if I
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Death is dead! Death is dead!This is what everyone cries aloud and cheer,It relieves many hearts of agony and fear,
Believe To Achieve
To Beleive You Must Achieve
Over Come Fears And Regrets
Stress Or Non-Stress
He said yo midget but I kept on walking
little did he know I went home and cried myself to sleep
All I wanna do is play,
But I'm watching the days pass away,
And although you don't give me toys to chew,
Master I will always love you,
You walk in the door and I'm happy,
Strings attached
Playing puppeteer with nimble fingers and old, vivid nightmares
I'm your puppet darling
Strings attached
Center with each, individual, socket
Words cannot express the emotion in my body
Like the rush of water crashing into the rocks
My aspiration to talk is shadowed by humility
Clinching my fists and shuttering in fear
My mind has an emotion that feeds of my heart
For what I feel it expresses in words
It is not scripted to what it must be
But simply just wright's from what my heart tells thee
It dances to life with creativity
I come from a family that didn't have much
Seems like each day the road would get tough
The rain would never let up but through it all I kept my head up
Because i new one day there would be a blue sky
We live in a world where society rules most of us
We create groups to isolate our selfs from larger crowds
We figure that if we stay away from the people who try and change us then we cant be changed
Writin' this for Power Poetry,
Hopin' that they notice me,
And I hope to see this scholarship,
Cause man these loans,
They make me sick,
Emptied pockets,
Dirt on the flowers
Smudges on the mirror
Scars on a face
Not all as they appear
Some turn and run
Others point and jeer
For what's on the outside
Is all there is to cheer
It's 12:10am as i write this
my darling insomnia fueling my abyss
feeling cool and calm as music fills the air
though as calm as i feel i can't ignore my thoughts
the thoughts that i can't bear
They call me 2 chairs
Alls i get is deep stares
Feelin like im commonly confused
I see people all around me
They love making life
better for their self
some for ourselves
Full of knowledge
I received
Rooted deep in earth
I didn’t have to travel
I am the inner cup
Half full kind of tree
I listen to remember
Listen to the wind
Who carries stories
Black and White, for some that is all there is
the stark constrast of good and bad,
right and wrong, rich and poor, thick and thin.
What ever happened to gray?
to shade, to shadow,
A sprouting flower still frail and green
Before it bloomed they doubt what they see
Quantified judgments have been made before
You know what really makes me tick…
When I just overheard someone in the library making fun of someone to their friend
Someone getting talked about because of their race, sex, or even choice of clothes
I am nothing but a toy.
And I can stand up here and smile as those who know me, those who love me, stare in shock as they realize that the girl they treasure isn't worth anything more than a cheap piece of plastic.
As a consultant, I work with team members across the globe,
coming into the role with preconceptions I know.
Quickly, I realized that we come from the same God,
being able to communicate with simply a nod.
that girl is dressed in black
from her head down to her toe
her name lost in a stereotype
that some may call "emo"
that boy who holds his lovers hand
and smiles as he kisses his lips
If I had the ability to get rid of one thing
It would be the judgment we fling
At one another on any given day.
Because we feel that it is the way
To popularity; being “cool.”
Judgment.Discrimination.That’s all I ever see.When will come the timeWhen we see each other equally?Appearance.Identity.Criticized constantly.Why can’t we live in a world
The one thing that ears at me,
Is that someones looks is all they see.
Beauty should be inner not outter,
And that is the one thing that I would change.
One can be beautiful with piercings and tattoos,
An image of your ebony skinis burned into the edges of my mind,a stark contrast against thetan of my own.It resides beside a deep fear of mine,a swirling void of judgmentin the eyes of those that may see
As I sit in class and think, endless words stare back at me
The black ink bleeds information that I read reluctantly
Todays lesson doesnt interest me and Im tired of it
There is knowledge being taught but I dont aquire it
Lyrics so enchanting I tremble
Beat so good I shake it
My brain
My thoughts
Coincide
With my withdrawals
Especially if I have the withal
Or the guts
Or the truth
Or the tenacity
Dark streets
Flickering lamposts
Light at the end of the street, success
Voices yelling at me
Some good, some bad
"You're worthless"
"Just quit now"
"You'll get there...yea right."
What is the world filled of?
How does it work? and why?
Why do some chose to assimilate into the crowd intstead of being themselves?
Why is life so hard for one person, but so easy for another?
Don’t be fooled by the innocent
Smile that’s been glued on
This face, papier-mâchéd with scraps
Of porcelain and love
Poems and kindness
Around a cage of demands
To be pure.
I am awake, I am alive. Have I been forgiven for the sins I never committed? Have I been judged for the non-existent lies that I told? The truth is among us, but has it set me free? No...
With the worldly wise and well worn arrows of the deep
And the everlasting beauties of an unawakened sleep
The world is slick and rotten through
A sickly melody for those that chant, to croon
All I ever wanted
Was for you
To want me
Take me
Absorb me
For who I am
But it seems too much to ask
“Don’t judge me.”
It’s a two way street.
The problem is,
I feel like the cars
Are only moving on my side.
A traffic jam
Caused by you,
Missin the signs;
Or maybe you read them,
It’s getting claustrophobic
Between these four walls
That try to kill me every day
Because I won’t give in
It never works, but I get paranoid
Because everyone is watching
Every single move I make
