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If I had the power to change one thing, it would be this: I would change a characteristic many people have, and that is ignorance. For we live our lives in a way that best suits us
It was Just A dream, it wasn'y suppose to be reality, but with gods blessings and my originality i stand here with my own individuality. \ Ima soldier and a roller, who been through hell and back
What would I change If I had but one choice One thing to say With this small, fleeting voice? What would I change? I could go back into history To the outset of time
I'm washed out. Killing myself over how to be the brightest, the one who is bold. The burden I bear on my shoulders the grades, the scores, the wins feels more like boiling water
People belittle others With hurtful words And damaging actions When they don’t look inwards. Skin deep Is how we think Of those we see While strolling down the street.
I woke up this morning to the wind gnawing through my old windows. I woke up next to my little dog, and the sun slipping through my blinds like love letters pushed under a door. I woke up at one in the afternoon.
If I could change one thing, it would be to have something more. To come home to a house with an open door. To have a place to call our own. To not sound to gready to want to have a home.
What would I change? I would take away the hurt. the pain. The hate we Americans still servin' racism, sexism, all their criticisms. passed down to their child What would I change?
Heck, do I even know who I am anymore? I mean, I knew who I was back in middle school… weird, crazy, out-there, cool with everyone… a nerdy, lovable-type kid—that was me But now I’m in high school
My life? My family? Myself? What would i change? I wish i can change the way my life started off Not being a motherless child but the last picked apple of both of my parents eyes instead of one
In a world where money is fixated and everything is dictatedOn who you know and how you dressThis everyday world is turning into a mess
If I had the chance, I would take a stance. Make myself be heard, find a cure. The numbers are soaring, parents are mourning. Lives are impacted each day. But you see, no ear will hear,
Weak children starving in the street, Where is there food for them? Parents letting their children get beat, Where is there safety for them? Sons and brothers lying dead on the battlefield,
Lonely face while he walks the streetWater from my eyes like sea salt-laden galesThe last they heard from him was a tweetAll she wanted was to hear a taleThe Moon was bright as a lamp-post
A place where you're rediculed, Picked on, Taunted. A place where friends,
To build the fire, light the cause In the darkest of places, the pain we cause Make ourselves new, and a new place will shine through A home of love, without hate We could make ourselves a new way
To build the flame, light the cause In the darkest of places, the pain we cause Make ourselves new, and new place will shine through A home of love, without hate We could make ourselves a new way
Sunlight varnishes magnolia branches crimson
Abortion is legal What a horrible thing
Washington, Lincoln, Jackson and Franklin
What Would I change? Thats a question to many but ony few can answer. What we see when we look into the world that we kive in is pain, heartache, heartbreak and chances missed beung chances we must take.
First Samantha Hyde
I'm not much of a poet, and I'm sure that I show it. But if I had to pick something to change, there would be no limits, for those who have spirit, because they have everything to gain.
And there was a girl who I knew the face of well. I saw her all the time, but I couldn't find her name in my mind.
The world is crazy, but never slowing down I see so many different people whenever I look around Black, white, yellow, and red I see all these people inside my head But why do we hate the way people look
What would I change? Shit, where do I start... If only I could eliminate all the times a boyfriend stomped on my heart. If I could erase all the times I stayed in the house,
You want to feed my mind but i leave class hungry. You sit in class and teach but I cant pay attention. I dont understand why i fail, which is so funny. I try and use the bathroom but i need your permission.
Take a seat, and close your mouth. Let me torment you instead. The lesson for today, is role reversal; Take a seat and take it to the head. Let me take my anger out on you,
First I started out counting and learning colors. Man, I Felt so much smarter than the others. Challenges grew harder, my brain was expanding. Reading, writing and math were knew to my understanding.
They say education is important So why can’t it be When you’re sitting at your desk with your hands between your knees Students sigh in advance when you pass out a test
Oh! For my school The things I would change Everything.
The shit I wish I could tell my teacher would probably get me supended. But once the shit I wish I could have said probably would have saved my arm. Bullying was killing me inside. Going through all differnt changes with my body and feelings.
Teachers are blind. There is so much they don't see. So much they don't understand. About us, The students. "Getting to know you" activities aren't fun, They're uncomfortable.
Why do you teach History in English? You've got it all wrong. Why teach about English in History? Why don't you just switch jobs! I'm tired of getting confused. I'm tired of worrying about my grades. You said you'd grade my work a week ago.
I guess Tomorrow was yours, too Because you took it from My Hands, How arrogant so yesterday couldn’t fill you and you could not be hungry, yes
School.. It ain't for fools It'll never be cool ! Hey there sir, miss, profesors and principal I think, that it is really critical I must say, there is alot to change in this school
In school I learned about english and bullying Judgement, math, and the flaws of schooling. But there are some things my teacher didn't tell me Things that the new me is scared of knowing.
Cold hard seats. I tug at my sweater a little more. The A.C. kicks on And I feel like meat Hanging in a locker. Tap. Tap. Tap. The girl in front Of me taps her pencil Against the desk.