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Abigail Madsen May 2014
America
Land of the free
Home of the brave
but don’t forget the clinically insane
because they’re here too
Making different people black and blue
especially the ones of a different race
What is freedom if it comes with a price
the price of too many lives
lives cut short by the bitter bite of a bullet
piercing through years
resulting in more fears
causing more tears
tears of families
and friends
watching their loved ones life come to an end
thats not even the worst
no justice is being served
to those who got the last word
words shooting from a gun
words denied in court
inequity for those whose lives were cut short
people like Renisha McBride
feel like they now have to hide
from people like Theodore Wafer
who refused to be safer
lack of understanding that Renisha was hurt
and she wanted help
but you ended her life with a yelp
as she knocked on your door
she had no idea she wouldn’t live anymore
gun to her face
you sent a message out to her race
that she went to seek help in the wrong place
telling those like her they don’t belong
in the human race
sadly is isn’t the only case
Jordan Davis
who was not even on a first name basis
with
Michael Dunn
shot nine times
even though he had committed any crimes
nine
times
Trayvon Martin
whose life ended
at the end of a gun
in the hands of the one
who took the “law” onto himself
obvious patterns show
this was no accident
although
he was
acquitted
and he got his gun back
permitted
information was not told
omitted
Zimmerman got refitted
and Martin shot dead
because something was off in someone else’s head
sent to his dead bed
the truth never said
Zimmerman fled
and how are those like him
suppose to move ahead
guns hiding in every direction
ailing like an infections
running from their own reflection
and I have an objection
because this is not the act of natural selection
and it’s sad people of different color still need specialized
protection
because apparently
pulling out a wallet
justifies being shot
41 times
not
but it does for the NYPD officers
and for a South American immigrant
Amadou Diallo (Jallo)
only 23
died callow
shot by four men
so shallow
4 guns
19 hits
41 shots
Bang
dead
----
How can this country preach
that we not only have freedom
but freedom of speech
but as soon as Bruce opened his mouth
and let the truth come out
and talked about
the truth behind
41 shots
he was “un-American”
he was a “flying ***”
it’s sad
we treat other human beings
as animals
and we claim to be equal
but there are people here who are still evil
and law officers who are deceitful
and last I checked ******
is illegal
and you are allowing upheaval
A mother should not be afraid to sent her son
out to get groceries in fear
that he may never come back
So don’t tell me
America
is equal
Abigail Madsen Apr 2014
It is time to revolutionize education
Because I am tired of memorization
Creation of nothing but the same
Desks behind desks
Staring at a black board
Bored of all the information
Citation after citation
And all for what
I’m tired of education
Because I don’t learn anything
Teachers preach
But no students learn
We try to earn the grade
But we only play
Play the game of school
This “learning” should be a tool
But instead were only being taught
How to memorize
To categorize
And to analyze
Words
Formulas
And answers
Never
Taught information
True helpful
Real world stuff
That is enjoyable
In the game of school the rules are simple
Stay quite unless spoken to
Sit down until forced to stand
Most importantly
Having an opinion is okay
As long as it matches the teachers
When we are born the first things we learn are to stand up and speak
As soon as education age hits us
We learn how to sit and shut up
To empty our individual cup
To listen and abide
To hide
hide opinions and stand aside
“because I am a teachers and this is education
and what I say goes
why
because I said so”
I’m tired of learning how to be normal
Because I want to learn how to be a bad ***
So why can’t I
And I don’t want a hundred for coloring in the lines
I want a zero for coloring everything but
Education is in groups
Smart
Average
And stupid
Not to be cruel
But its true
And believe me
You are judged on it too
But when looked at as individuals
-Something education discourages-
Everyone as smart
Because the only person you’re being compared to is yourself
That education
No any two snowflakes are the exact same
And no any two people learn the exact same
We have four different classes
English
Math
Science
And History
Four periods of sitting through plenty of worthless information
I wont listen to anyways so why force me into it
If I’m not interested
Why bother
Passion based learning is what we need
So I’m planting the seed
Seed of thought
In the minds of those who have power
Power to change education  
To a passion based formation
I will no longer allow educations dictation
To control me
It’s now time to see
What “Education” could really do for me
I guess I'm not here to make much sense
but now is the time for the system to pay their rent
rental space in my mind
consuming time
thoughts that are no longer mine
Pressed into my brain this idea of education
running this **** like some federation
can't get thoughts in between regurgitated words and facts
Well I think my brain has hit the max
Maximum capacity for the ******* you're spewing
I will no longer be chewing
your lies and conformity
treating different learning like a deformity
No longer an idea of teaching
but memorization
words on a page
Here in this developmental stage
all because they are going through some 'phase'
that makes them stupid
Most of us are fluent
So don't tell me I'm not smart
because I don't know the periodic table by heart
because I'm not well versed in trail of the court
don't tell me I'm stupid
Just because I'm human
That's something that is overlooked
by the ones forcing you to study the books
Unable to see there is something to be said about knowledge of life
Or even the knowledge
not to get
pushed over the edge
Because sometimes enough is enough
And believe me
this "education" **** *****
--Built off of one of my previous poems
Abigail Madsen Jan 2014
Day one walk into high school
See all the freshman boys drool
Over senior girls in their short skirts
Over getting the championship football shirt
But high school is awkward
I'm not talking burping public awkward
I'm talking tripping and falling in to a bucket of ***** mop water that was just lifted of the buffet of germs that is the floor - awkward
Then having the hottest boy at school be right there watching
Traumatized - you get up and brush you self off
Only to turn around and see the mean girl there
Horrified -
High school is awkward
So don't spend time worrying about it
We all go through bad hair days
I know it's a cliché
But the more time you spend complaining
And waiting
The more you can hear a cracking sound
That is your own spirit breaking -
But you have to understand
There are going to be days -
Day's where it rains
And the water fills up your boots
And you want to say deuces
Because you are tired of being abused
But guess what
It's time to stop playing cute -
Silly goose -
Enough excuses
You have to be like a ******* and ****** -
****** high school like it's your *****
Like it might try and punch you in the face
And you wont even flinch -
Because some day you're going to be rich
And some day you're going to thank high school -
For showing you "it only gets better from here"
Because the only place to go from the bottom is up
And you're only getting prepared for your close up
So don't accept anything
And challenge everything -
Because contrary to what you're told
High school will not define you -
And if that's as good as it gets for some people then I'm sorry -
But there is so much more to life then learning the square root of ninety
Every time you want to hit the control key - and hit control Z
Don't
Because you cant undo the past
And you can't copy and paste the future
So if you're struggling that much - get a tutor
Life is not about just getting to the next goal
So don't be satisfied with adequate -
Average -
And "Just okay"
Because one day when you're old and grey
You will be sitting smiling in dismay
Dismay until you decay
Decaying in the ground
Put back where you were once found
You will no longer be thinking about that one time you and fell into a mop bucket -
But instead the time you made everyone your *****
Because no school can understand how strong one of us is
One who decides to look past the awkward and make themselves - awesome
And it's okay to be awesome
It's okay to rock them
Life is a gem
So pick up a pen
And the next time when
Someone tells you high school is awkward
Call them a coward
And tell them to take a cold shower
Because they need to wake up
And smell the - erasers
Before they get a facer
Because no greats have ever become so by taking it safer
Now do yourself a favor -
And Start Making High School **Greater
Abigail Madsen Jan 2014
They say that eyes are the windows to the soul. And I see straight into his.
Blue and bright. They are always looking down on me. Down from his tall
height. There is something about his smile so slight. The way his eyes glisten
in the light. There is something that feels so right. His eyes are my windows
And into them I stare. I've never felt more safe than when his fingers twist my
hair. I guess I didn't know what love was until now. It's looking into the eyes
of another and wondering how. How could something so great ever fall into my
lap. I guess that's why I no longer feel a gap.A gap in my heart where something
went missing. A gap in my heart
that is filled when we are kissing.
Into his eyes I look. One blink of
his thick lashes and I'm hooked.
I stare into something greater than
I. I stare into the eyes of my future
guy. His eyes are blue. Blue as the
sky. I stare and I think. And farther
into love I sink. It's a warm feeling
like when I'm wrapped in one of his
hugs. Finding love like this makes
my heart beat sound like drums. I
stand and I stare. Fingers twisted in
my hair. His smell filling the air. He's
so perfect I wonder if he is really
there. I stare into the windows praying
I never make them cloudy or leak.
Blue and bight. And sometimes white.
I love  his eyes. And his heart. But that
belongs to me. And it's only him that I
see. It's said that no love ever comes with a
guarantee. But I don't agree. Because I love
this boy. And he loves me.
Abigail Madsen Nov 2013
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I'm tired of seeing books with pages left blank
I'm tired of seeing no dedication page giving thanks
Life is a story
Not something to give up on halfway through because the vocabulary gets too hard
I'm tired of seeing covers that are scarred
Because there are certain passages that should be starred
There are signs
Exclamation points and pauses in words on a page
Tired of parents being forced on a stage
To read the could've been story of a child who couldn't take it anymore
In this day and age
Every book should come to an end with no pages left to be filled
No blank white paper left at the end
Waiting for lines that will never be written in
Because nothing is sadder than
when a child's story ends with a period in place of where a semicolon could've been
Would've been
Should've been
But wasn't
Because nobody cared
Because this kid was scared
I'm tired of seeing hurt plastered on someone's cover
And the damage and look of distress goes unnoticed because no one has the time or ******* decency to take the book and read it for a little
Not one second to stop and patch up the fraying edges
This needs to stop here and now
Because I can't stand to see one more story end with a smoking gun
dangling body
With words spoken at a eulogy
I'm done watching lives
Turn into shorts stories
No more bodies burried in the dirt
Stop letting stories come to an end
When all that was needed to keep it going was a friend
But instead you're left staring
A blank page
A blinking curser
the lights of a hurse pull in
A young body
Withered and thin
Waiting for the after life to begin
Abigail Madsen Nov 2013
Its the small things that go unnoticed
And the strong people that are left without credit
Not like they'd accept it
These people - they get it
Get that people need kindness to get by
Understand that not everyone can keep their spirts high
These people are the ones who do the most
They are the ones in the background
The ones who do the little things
Small compliments spoken to a nobody
Because if they didn't say it
No one else would
Genuine smiles passed to those
Who might not otherwise see one
Let alone have one themselves
Everyday super hero's
Use no swords, no bows and no arrows
But they are fighters
Fighters of depression
Starters of succession
Because they can't stand to see society send any more people to heaven
These people are heros
Because putting a stranger before yourself is heroic
and to be an every day hero
is no mere miracle
Because these people make life bearable
Abigail Madsen Nov 2013
What makes you a poet
is it for you to make something and say you wrote it
what defines you as a writer
is it showing you're a fighter
I don't think the definition of an artist
comes from being the smartest
I think it takes a lot to put words on a page
maybe not necessarily to be brought upon a stage
What makes you a genius
because it's not grades nor brains
but something that falls on a level of understanding
Something about ones mind expanding
I don't expect the world to suddenly change and get better
but I do hope to be accepted as a trend setter
and I don't mean cute clothes  
nice hair
or pricey looks
I mean some sort of trend that comes from the books
The idea of changing the world with your words
Well maybe not the world but just a few
to have an impact on even just one's view
whether you're a writer
artist or poet
make sure you use power in the words spoken
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