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Soon sixteen and life has not been a dream.
I am told life is not supposed to be hard, yet it is for the little girl.
CHILD
Child is something warm to hold
Child is something more often than not you have to scold
Child is happiness
Child is tears
Child is someone who needs you to calm its fears
Child is play
There's no more school,
So I'm going to do something cool,
I'll have so much fun,
I just wanna run,
Then I'll get into the pool
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my mom gave birth to me
she could not take care of me
she was not mature enough
so she give me to my mama
so my mama was taking care of me
i was 10
when my mom came back
13 is my favorite number i wanted two be 13 forever but 13 is my favorite number
yall haters can hate all you want im gonna be a rapper and a legend yall can hate
What can I be?
Shall I be another person,
Wasted talent on a fast-food job,
Living paycheck to paycheck,
No smiles, only dread,
Another lifeless body roaming the streets.
Today, a day like any other, the summer winds blow gently through an open door, I am happy, content, filled with hope for the future.
Blamed for the bottle
I'll never forget.
Blamed for the abuse
Hovering over me, reeking of the stench
Pouring out drunk love
At any moment it felt like this could be it.
All I could do was sit and listen.
I was born 4/20/1969 I made my mother moan as I slide right out of her meat pocket. She was the first women I would ever make moan. I lived a simple life besides my massive fucking peen.
Every nun wears a ring
Brides of god
an astonishing act,
as if deception of hell
came true with bush marks
and artists cheering
Rain is wetting windows,
but what about trees
This is the dark time,my love,
all round the land brown beetles crawl about.
the shining sun is hidden in the sky,
red flowers bnd their heads in awful sorrow.
This is the dark time,my love
When i was stumbling
in the dark,confused
and crying out for help,
this friendly fello seemed amused;
And while i fought like anything
to keep the candle lit
he cheerfully reviewed
ayy turn it dj smith.....so im was walking down stairs yea feel on sum glass bitches wanna laught ''yeah''.... cause all the niggas mad yeah
Questions in my mind
Floating inside without any answer,
I am mum right now
Got nowhere to go
Darkness surrounding
No chance of light
Vivid vision
Nonetheless I am firm.
Firm but clueless
Baby boy, I can’t even contemplate what you’re going
through, and when you go out those doors I always
worry about you, but hey, I know I raised you with
morals and values...
One tiny peck of the lips.
It’s one little tiny kiss.
It’s so simple.
It’s so easy.
No.
No, it is not.
Movie screens lie.
a woman who cant wait to get out
has a child, but she does it with no doubt
she wants to have fun with no child
so she packs her bags to go out
with the next man with
no doubt.., no doubt
after a long time
I stopped all my absurd crime
i cleaned my wardrobe
eventhough it was not an important one for the globe
I found a CD caste
I thought of doing it a taste
i fed it to my computer system
(This poem was written when I was young)
In the morning, the sun rises
Like a glowing ball
Full of anger and rage
But never small
Every day always shining
Hot and bright
I have a dream.No not a regular dream, A big one.A dream where you can mouth myriad things and ideas what this generation has come up to be.We live in a world with a lot of subtletiesBut am I realizing the unobtrusive things around me?Colored peop
Bunny hops around,
All day and night,
Looking searching,
Yarning for Adventure.
Bunny doesn't know,
Where they belong,
The world is on fire and flooding as well,
The most powerful country is going to hell
The princess and prince have stepped down from royalty
And rights are debated as if we aren’t dying
You smell sweet
like something i want to touch
I see you, they don't
but you don't understand that.
I wish you did
you are warm and rosy in my thoughts
i will be very honest here,
I am from sunshine
From long summer days spent
making mudpies and pretending
to be mermaids before mom
called us inside
I am from a community,
close-knit, we came together
Growing up in this world is
Like metamorphosis.
Our small bodies evolve into five feet tall humans
I wait, I listen
For my heart is a new
As it whistles and glistens
My mind occupied
And I try to deny
That a rose in blooming
Is a bud's undoing
But I have yet to learn
sun illuminates the sky
and these golden maple leaves
as i'm looking up at you
and these october fallen trees
thinking of the pumpkin patches
and the bouncy house before
sun illuminates the sky
and these golden maple leaves
as i'm looking up at you
and these october fallen trees
thinking of the pumpkin patches
and the bouncy house before
When I was a kid I could fit my little kid clothes
but when I started to grow
It suprised me so much that my clothes didn't fit no more
If I wore them now they would've tore
These pink curtains, God these pink curtains
Disgusting if I do say so myself
Still up there, swaying with the wind that entered my stuffed-animal filled room through the opened window,
Eyes, shadowed soliloquies,
by sleepless nights
whisper goodbye
and rest under dogwood blossoms.
Branches of dove flowers,
taking off to blue iris skies.
Dreams reflect my gut
I shower twice a day
Hoping that maybe I can wash off my stubborn filth
Because every day, I look in this mirror
Only to see the mistakes that I’ve made
I shower twice a day
Hoping that maybe I can wash off my stubborn filth
Because every day, I look in this mirror
Only to see the mistakes that I’ve made
IT CHANGES EVERY BODY EVERY THING
IT SEES THERES CHANGES EVERYWHERE NOW
EVEN CHANGES IN ME THEY MAKE BOTOX TO
STOP THE FACE WITH THE HANDS NO BLOCKS
FOR THE FATHER HES A MIGHTY OLD MAN
Waves create circles that signify the triangles above
They finally seperate
From the left
From the right
She shoots up
Her white light
Indeed a sign from God
Piece for the walkout
In all this damnass cold
You and I create,
Bicker, conclude, articulate.
In all this damnass cold
He wants to be an artist so he takes out his brush. He takes out his canvas and paints a picture. He doesn't need paint , for his brush is his knife and his canvas is his wrist. As the blade slashes his wrist , the paint drips down.
Words here and words there just tell me which one is best
Which memory should I consult? Tell me what you suggest.
I remember when we hug each other
I made an oath to you that was hidden
In these few years I became a mother
I broken this oath it was forbidden
The universe created you, made you my maker. You followed the breadcrumbs to the creation. Abandoned seed of failure, a beautiful risk to admire, appetite to reach the universal emotion, wasted years of blooming to rescue the putrefaction.
Look at her look at you
do you see those scars like I do?
They hide within your skin
to blend in
You forget about it over time,
but did you know it was an
abused crime?
Hop across the pads of lily
To where the grass is blue and silly
Swing among the baobab trees
And float like a leaf upon the breeze.
Then head over yonder,
You'll find me there,
Where the earth is rich
Gun control
Something that's important
Our world is at stake
Brothers
Sisters
Murdered
At what cause?
No control
Once upon a time,There was girl named Faith,She got ridiculed,And told she was a guy. She was always wearing a mask,To cover up her face when she's sad, depressed, angry,And most of all the guy-ish look she was told she has. One day she decided to
You were supposed to be full of love,
and there for me whenever I needed you.
If I had a monster under my bed,
you were supposed to be my knight in shining armour.
But instead you were the monster,
Dear Nephew,
You are small but mighty, magnificent and daring, bold with grace,
and fearless till the end. Spunk is the definition of your soul,
and wonder your ambition in life. The path before you,
Hush...Be quite little girl
Don’t speak
Just Smile without your teeth
Hush...Be quite little girl
You should be afraid
Just look good for the men and shouldn’t care what they say
They told me that I would not pass,
He told me that I would never understand,
She told me that nobody would ever like me,
But look who's wrong;
Today I passed my final exam,
Pool Boy,
You were just a boy, sixteen years young - (blank) neighbor.
(Blank) demons derive from our paths crossing
when (Blank) was 4.
The day was hot, wearing nothing but the trainning bra and
Little girl, little girl
What do you see with
Those brown eyes of yours?
I see my daddy throwing mommy
Who am I
Who are you
You are a dictator
A violator
You flip your script
Your face is day and night
I live in a cript
scared in fright
You hate me yet
You say you love me
My Overalls by Jasmine Exinia
Dark blue jeans Minnie on the pocket
Skechers lighting up when she stomps
Little girl in overalls just having fun
Its funny how when people look at me and they see me…They don't see meBecause I am not me I haven't been me in a long time…I hide in the closet where it’s nice and safeJust because i’m in a closet doesn't mean i’m gayI'm gay because I like guysW
I want to go home.
But I have not.
And you cannot want for what you don't have.
So I'll stay,
I'll be silent and not make a sound.
If any child goes to bed hungry
We can do better,
If our veterans live on the streets,
We can do better,
If our sick die without proper care,
We can do better,
An antique frame
with nothing inside
Four cornered and bland
hanging for the freedom of emptiness
A bare-built shell
challenging the curiosity of wholeness.
Imagine all the scraps
We were all children once, but we all grew up at one point. We had lead different lives and did different things.
Oh revered statesman, what is the cost, sir
For all of your bombs, for all of your wars
Can we set aside money to afford
To provide a loving home to foster
To shield the innocent from their monster
Will the sand stop the ocean
From devouring all of me
Can I be counted among the broken
Or am I forgotten and left unseen
Please say something I’m giving up on you
The silence is almost too much to bare
Utter my name so I know you still care
What happens when caps and gowns become funeral garments to the mourning?
Eulogies being given by the Valedictorian
To a student body adorned by honor’s sashes tear stained
