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Right now.
The world feels like a house on fire.
But there’s no one coming to help.
No firemen, no extinguishers.
And there’s nothing I can do.
Silence came to me. The word was suddenly empty, and the dialogue numb.
I wasn’t sure whether I was in a dream or elsewhere.
I am angryI am angry because my life doesn’t matter
I am angry because my struggles don’t matterI am angry because when I get attacked in a mosque or at school it’s my fault
Life is not sitting in your room
Afraid to step out the door,
Afraid of the world at your fingertips,
Afraid of opportunity, afraid of change.
How can something so beautiful, be so cruel?
All around are people, too
Busy to
Care about anything except the moment they are in, too
Distracted to notice that they are not the only ones that
Exist. They do not have the time to see the world
We are America...
the land of the free, the home of the brave,
yet we stll have many crises pertaining to inequality, poverty, Geneaolgy, social class, economic wealth and generosity.
....AND THE HOME OF THE BRAVE!!!
The crowd's roar, but maybe I've got a little voice telling me there's more.
If bravery means winning and fighting and gore,
Then I am a coward, just that and no more.
Say nothing,
Do not protest, let the bigotry cause no unrest.
People laugh off the the pain, like the insults some sort of jest.
Say nothing,
Open up your sleepy eyes
Darling
Wake up from your dream
This isn't paradise
Face reality as it seems
The world’s ender is a great pretender, Stocks are its trade when money’s to be made, Rewards spent on vices trigger a family crisis, Losses wasted in fear, you hope to disappear, Fluid yet stable, brings bread to the table, But is profit in paper
Poetry is words that need to be said
It is words trying to escape
Poetry is strength when all courage has fled
It is words spoken
Poetry is what allows me to say, "I matter."
Freedom to choose
Freedom to lose
It is a thing we all hold dear
It movs up in tiers
Not important in our adolescence but everything in our adulthood
But what if it could
Be stripped away?
So it was winter break and we decided that we would go to her parents house since she would always come to mine on holidays and occasions.
Prophets.
These prophets are profiting from our consciousness.
These prophets are extincting our autonomous
God's greatest gift of birth in disrespect.
A child's life, but now wil never be.
The fate of baby, could have been with me
or you. Not through love you chose to reject.
