I grew up in a Muslim country
Where the culture is different;
Dress codes, cuisines, sceneries, and peaceful people,
Different from your local news' bombing news content.

I met different people at my old school, all of which are my friends;
Of different ethnicities, culture, and religion.
Despite our major differences, we treated each other as one;
We built a bond that is not made for oblivion.

I am lucky to grow up experiencing having a Muslim and a Christian for a friend,
I get invited to holidays like Christmas and Ramadan.
I get to see and feel the best of both worlds,
And respect for each religion is the key to living as one.

I wrote this to serve as an eye-opener
That the terrorists that you see on the news are not my Muslim brothers;
For when terror is claimed in Islam's name,
They disrespect the Islamic belief and teachings when they make that claim.

We need to live in a world where people thinks critically—
A world with no woman with a hijab is stared at disrespectfully;
A world where nobody uses Islam as a sign of terror;
A world with no discriminations, just peace and tranquility.

I hope we also learn cultural sensitivity,
For religion differences aren't something to joke about and be tagged with petty comedy.
Respect is what we need to have a peaceful community,
And if we really want to live in a world free from disquieting thoughts and emotions,
Let this all start with you and me.

(c) Mary Joyce A. Tibajia | 2017

Let's build bridges instead of walls
More knowledge to beat the odds
Start teaching them how to crawl
Teach'em not to out run the law
If you need god give him a call
There's no first class to heaven
No coach seats to hell
No such thing as freedom
Don't ask and don't tell
A life that's uncertain
With dreams that turn stale
Sometimes you need to jump
Before they set you up to fail
Find out if you can fly
See what life has to unveil
Pull the curtain down from sky
You and I will soon prevail
If you fall then try again
Life's a ladder we all scale
Cause gold flows in our veins
While tears wash sins in jail
The reward is worth the pain
At the Heart brake hotel

#love   #truth   #freedom   #heaven   #woke  
requiEM
requiEM
Jan 30

I'm awake, no sleep in sight
5:45am. The cogs keep turning and the fog keeps burning and I find myself
Wide eyed. In love.
I inhale the darkness with every breath, breathing deeper than usual
I inhale this smoke with a vengeance
Fresh air. For once in my goddamned life I feel whole
Is it you?
Is it the shade?
Is it the love we made?

Don't make me go to sleep because I know when I wake it will be gone. Let me stay. Let me soak. Keep me woke.

#love   #sleep   #night   #you   #smoke   #awake   #morning   #requiem   #woke  
Ines Rose
Ines Rose
Jan 20

Before,
I knew how to write in Korean
Then, before I knew it,
I almost forgot

Before,
I knew how to laugh at your jokes
Then, before I knew it,
The joke was on me

Before,
I knew how to give you my love
Then, before I knew it,
That knowledge was lost

(Spur of the moment)
#love   #life   #past   #change   #culture   #identity   #blackness   #joke   #awakening   #woke  

I woke up
Feeling braver
I woke up
Seeing clearer
For all I know
I could be possessed
By a beautiful devil
Somehow, I'm fine with that
A friend said
"Things are never really over..."
Those words
Sparked something
In me

#words   #feeling   #seeing   #woke   #braver   #clearer   #sparked  
Analise Quinn
Analise Quinn
Jul 11, 2016

My Country Tis of Thee,
Sweet land of liberty-
Or so we sing.

Land where my fathers died-
But my forefathers died in a battle
Trying to keep their slaves;
My fathers killed your fathers
For trying to run away;
My fathers kill your fathers
Cause it's late at  night, and
He's reaching for his gun-no, wait,
His ID?

Land of the pilgrim's pride-
But so often we leave out of history
How if it weren't for a Native American,
The pilgrims would've died.

From every mountainside-
Like Stone Mountain in Georgia,
Where Rebel Generals are memorialized,
Where the Klan was revived-
God, help me, I can't hear freedom's ring;
I can only hear white-washed history.

From every mountainside-
But these days, the mountain is in my chest,
And liberty's ring sounds a lot different,
And a lot of folks don't like it.

Let freedom ring-
And I want to fight for freedom for all-
#BlackLivesMatter-
I want to help-
HANDS UP, DON'T SHOOT!
But-
I
Can't
Breathe.

Let freedom ring!-
But peaceful protests turn into
Bloodbaths as those who have sworn
To serve and protect are sniped down.

Let freedom ring!-
I try to educate myself
On the side of history not taught-
I've always felt that Nat Turner was the bad guy,
But these days I'm questioning it.
I read "The Meaning of Fourth of July for the Negro"
by Frederick Douglass
And I read "Bury Me in a Free Land"
by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
and I read "Sympathy"
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
and I read "Letters from Birmingham Jail",
"The Mountaintop Speech", and
"I Have a Dream"  
by Dr. King.

When I was younger,
I'd research Dr. King & his colleagues
For fun.
I'd  wonder, "If I lived in the Civil Rights era,
What would I have done?"

But when I turned seventeen,
I realized, "I live in a Civil Rights era;
What am I going to do?

Brooke Ayana
Brooke Ayana
Jun 1, 2016

I am 17 years old and already I am the epitome of a black woman, strong, courageous, sensual, beautiful, smart, magic and I love all of these things about myself but being black and being a writer is an astonishing dilemma I haven't quite conquered yet and I guess that reflects on who we've been introduced to or who has taught us that being black , woman, and a writer is odd. bizarre to some even.
because what being a black woman means to other  people is dumb , unintelligent , loud , angry, obnoxious and for some reason we all have daddy issues right?
   they don't paint these realities on other races. If you let me be honest for a minute, I've opened my eyes and learned , that the most neglected , disrespected , over looked woman in America is the black woman and I'm suppose to keep quite about it an pretend to be less awake to these unrealistic realities than I really am..
   because no body likes a loud mouth, sassy black woman, we can never upstage "the man"
     but I always wonder if that was the case, then why did God bless me with this mind, full of rhymes and stories to tell, so time and time again I find myself on the unpopular side of opinions with stares from others who aren't quite as comfortable in their skin as I am therefore blocking themselves from agreeing with me even tho we both know how everyone really feels.
      But my "unpopular opinions" and "unrealistic ideas" come from my own hurt & from the constant emotional roller coaster of being a love sick black poet. The only thing I want to stem from my writing is that I want people to be in love with my art and the only real love i crave is the love for other people to love themselves . I soon realized that everyday I kept my mouth closed is another day I sold my soul to the man and if I did the the minds I want to liberate won't get to feel that temporary high of freedom they try so hard to take away.
      In retrospect I always felt like to some extent that because i am black and a writer that when my poetry is heard its held to some higher degree of amazement and it has nothing to do with how my mind can string together words and make poetic symphonies but it's the fact that I was even able to do it , like the color of my skin in some way was supposed to hinder me from being creative.
    As a writer, an even aside from that, being a human I've learned that not everyone wants to see you succeed and I could never understand that. why does the color of my skin make you so angry that it pains you to see me doing my thing and blooming into something beautiful. I always say - if you can't beat em join em, but you rather burn before stand with, beside or beneath me.
     And to feed your sad reality of stereotypes yes some times I'm loud , sometimes I get angry, an I maybe a little uncivilized at times, an yes Ive been taken advantage of physically and emotionally, oh and yes I have daddy issues too, but these things do not define me, I am not a stereotype. We are not what they think we are, we are more than that.

quotes from Malcolm x & thandie Newton
#poet   #up   #summer   #black   #magic   #women   #wake   #woke  
VC
VC
May 24, 2016

Establishment

Society

Not given a choice

Sold a lie

Sucked in

Constant upward climb

Falling back down

No escape; in too deep

Yearning for freedom

To roam, to express, to create

Suppressing what feels natural

Such a pity

when child-like free-bird souls are caged

This is the real depression

Ana S
Ana S
May 6, 2016

A hand touched my shoulder...
Are you here for the art thing?
What art thing?
You shall see...
Now
I
Would
Like
To
Pause.
When you have no clue what you are doing.
Why you are there.
When you got there.
How you got there.
That is strange.
Now
We
Resume.
This girl touched my shoulder.
We exchanged words.
Then I woke up.

#love   #dream   #sleep   #interesting   #woke  
aarvie angelica
aarvie angelica
Mar 6, 2016

"you made me. I was non existant before"

"Well you woke me up from the dead then"

Ily mily

Talking with elsa makes me swoon
#love   #truth   #life   #death   #dead   #up   #birth   #non   #woke   #existant  
 
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