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Everybody is going through some shit right now.
Trying to figure out how they're going to dig them selves out,
and the shovel that they need nobody can afford.
And, It really makes you wonder what this life's for?
It's hard to sit here and stay quiet.
It's hard to sit here and be silent.
Being alive should mean being proud
It should mean being loud
Standing up for yourself
Being strong for myself
Yet here I am.
You dont understand what you doin to me
Should I spell it out for you to see
Death means absolutely nothin to me
Imma keep doin what I do, it sets me free
From all the pain and humiliation in the past
Hush Hush
It's not time to talk
You are making no sense just go for a walk
Hush Hush
You're speaking too loud
Lower that confidence you seem very proud
Hush Hush
Leave it to adults
To all the self-centered people who are blue
I understand you go through stuff
However, others go through them too
And you have to remember it’s not only about you
You say you love me but keep your hands raised to beat me
Your words cutting at me deeper deteriorating my confidence so you can decorate it and show it off like a Christmas tree
FLASH.
Sticks and stones may Break your bones, But my words will surely Hurt you.
FLASH.
The wind will blow away my sin
Copper devils wait in the tall grass
I walk on doves feet across the clouds
Fallow my feelings little fish
Sing about rain
I sometimes wish I was a monster
Screaming bloody murder, but no one can hear the cries
Cannot hold on forever, can hardly put up a fight
Locked inside a cold room, lying on the hard floor
Beaten in the gloom, here be he prisoners of war
Don't be a brat! BAM BAM Stop being stupid! BAM BAM You need to learn! BAM BAM Don't fucking talk to me!
Hearing the screaming and shouting in my house,
I don't know what to do but grip my blouse.
I used to think "This is where it all ends",
But I looked past that and started to ascend.
Let your fingers explore the wonderful
crevices of the globe, sitting aside pen holders,
paper cups, things made of the earth. Your fingertips
smile at the notion that they can “see”
My shorts are not an invitation
For your hands to roam my thighs
And my sassiness is no reason
For you to ignore my reluctant cries
My exposed skin is not shouting
"Come on; there's more to see!"
Sir no sir.
Please leave me alone sir.
Let me sleep sir..
This isn't rite please don't touch me....
I'm only 11; you're 50..
Sick heart, dripping with gasoline,
fueled by the cigarettes thrown like darts
the whip’s bullseye that tore her apart,
innocent and caged, helpless to cleanse itself,
gives in to the rage,
I couldn't cure cancer,
I'm not the next Steve Jobs
and I will never write a best-selling novel.
But I am not stupid.
Why, then, do adults shake my opinions off?
Does my age define my maturity?
I can do a push-up.Not the modified, girl kind;The "boy" ones, with my feet and all.But this is not a poem about me.
I'm confused
I dont know if i should love you or hate you
you never felts my mom's pain
From Fighting To Not Be A White Mans Slave , To Fighting For EVERY Right Thats "Granted" To "ALL" Americans , Why Are We Fighting Each Other ? Why Are We Killing OUR People ?
I have a dream that one day equality will mean just that. Marriage is a right for everyone. I have a dream that one day discrimination will no longer exist.
Our generation is composed of those
who just want to fit in
It's sad when we live among those who think losing
your virginity isn't such a dangerous sin
I could never understand
How someone could see the fear in your eyes,
Hear the tremble in your voice,
Understand the falsity of your choked out laugh
First day of high-school and you are roaming the halls
There is no one around, no one to call.
You hear the popular girls laughing at you to your right
But you don't even care, they dont even bite.
These words were never meant to fall upon death ears
These words were meant for battle
These words were meant for war
NO, we will not stand by and let our voices be silenced
She can taste the blood in the corner of her mouth
From when she was tripped during a struggle to the door
The iron taste to accompany the scarred ford
From when she “fell down the stairs” at the home of her “love”
As the moon swells from still waters below
The sky turns a dark indigo
Yet another calm night has granted us rest
And blest are those who soundlessly sleep
Intimidated by the overgrowing sounds
My mouth smothered by a trembling fear
My voice lost in the jungle of words
A feeling of regret blooming in my throat
I can't help it but to feel
Times wasting away.
With me sitting here
Without words to say;
With everything to say.
This little voice of mine
With big things to portray,
In such a loud place around.
Suffocating in darkness
As a diseased light paved my way
I attempted to scale the barriers
That separated me from the outside where life thrived
Pretty young girl named Cree
Her boyfriend always giving her the third degree
"Who you with?" "Where you at?"
When he doesn't get the right answer he hits her with a bat
How is that? She says she love him like crazy
I am from a broken home.
Where I had to raise myself and protect my family.
I am from a house of lies.
Where my parents never felt love for one another, but stayed in it for me.
Never had to talk and never wanted to talk
Had any problems, kept them to myself
Problems with myself, the surrounding, our world, key and lock
But I can’t handle this and no one else will tell
Here's to the parents
who think they're always right,
and here's to the mem'ries
that keep you up at night.
Here's to the days
when you can't find the light,
and here's to the demons
You are human
Whether your name is Gerry Truman
Or Lindsey Thomas.
We are all alike, this I promise
Resolute in our being
There is no need for bleeding
We can't change the facts
silent as a barn mouse
swift as the wind
sheer as the bride’s veil
sinking once again
and she’s
vacant in the room now
evanescent wind
voicingnothingsilently
veering from the bend
