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May your freedoms exist in writing and enchant you with hopeMay your liberties inspire a change in your soulMay your fantasy of a perfect reality be taught in school classrooms
I am the bird of the weeping willow. I whine and sway I cry at bay. I toss, I turn – I yearn, I wish. And whisper to plead, set me free from the swaying, the willow that whispers.
Closed walls, walled hearts narrow halls, hollow parts. A man alone, set apart Black Turnstone, hidden heart. High throne, thin skin
Comfort we all seek; Yet deep down... Supressed.
Love everyone thou shall not kill thou shall not covert thy neighboors wife give to the poor hate gays pro war, fuck ya 'murica wanna hear a joke? women's rights
This gracious land beyond the seaForetold by prophets to be nearA land far better than you’ll be. A time has passed but all I seeAre kingdoms lost–forgotten yet “dear,”This gracious land beyond the sea.
(poems go here) I want my words.. By Ms. Marketta Taylor
The black mother could only shed one solitary tear. To see her only son locked up for having no fear. For being proud of his color, character, and his dream; After all she planted the seed.
I DON'T ALWAYS CHOOSE TO TALK ABOUT HEARTBREAK SOMETIMES I WANT TO VENT LAY DOWN A PIECE OF PAPER AND GO AT IT WITH MY PEN BATTLING ALL MY EMOTIONS WITH THE STROKE OF MY INK LET MY FINGERS DO THE TALKING
In a world full of technology and communication we all end up in a seemingly endless situation in a world full of thinkers and hopeless drinkers the endless lovers and overbearing mothers