Joeycoet - Hello Poetry

I look at you, and I know what my future looks like Your smile makes me want to make this a better world A world with a future A future with trees A future with the Missippi River A future with whales A future with clean air A future with arable land A future with a future I look at you, and I know what my future looks like Your tears make me want to fight for your generation A generation with equality A generation with educated girls A generation with women's rights A generation with safety A generation without **** A generation without sexism A generation with a voice You have become my source of faith You have become my driven force to succeed You have become my inspiration I love you

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Apr 25, 2019

Apr 25, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC

Joeycoet

Dear My Little Sister

I look at you, and I know what my future looks like Your smile makes me want to make this a better world A world with a future A future with trees A future with the Missippi River A future with whales A future with clean air A future with arable land A future with a future I look at you, and I know what my future looks like Your tears make me want to fight for your generation A generation with equality A generation with educated girls A generation with women's rights A generation with safety A generation without **** A generation without sexism A generation with a voice You have become my source of faith You have become my driven force to succeed You have become my inspiration I love you

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7-year-old me began elementary i was not an equation you can solve i did not play i did not complain instead i read and studied 10-year-old me started fourth grade i was not an equation you can solve i did not have sleepovers i did not live in a fairytale instead i observed 13-year-old me hit puberty i was not an equation you can solve i did not cry i did not scream instead i hid my dreams 15-year-old me is facing highschool i am not an equation you can solve i am not making excuses i am not sensitive instead i am wishing i am wishing for society to stop making life into an equation i am wishing for society to stop telling me to go to college at 18 i am wishing for society to stop telling me to get married before 30 i am wishing for soceity to stop making me into a person i am not ready for i am wishing for soceity to stop making fun of me because i am different i am who i am i grow at my own pace time does stop and wait for the world to grow up so how come time can't stop and wait for me to grow up? what happened to freedom? what happened to joy and happiness? do they deserve to be taken out of the equation because they value less than success? what happened to me? am i allowing people to enforce this equation on me? on everyone else?

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Apr 2, 2019

Apr 2, 2019 at 6:30 PM UTC

Joeycoet

Just some thoughts

7-year-old me began elementary i was not an equation you can solve i did not play i did not complain instead i read and studied 10-year-old me started fourth grade i was not an equation you can solve i did not have sleepovers i did not live in a fairytale instead i observed 13-year-old me hit puberty i was not an equation you can solve i did not cry i did not scream instead i hid my dreams 15-year-old me is facing highschool i am not an equation you can solve i am not making excuses i am not sensitive instead i am wishing i am wishing for society to stop making life into an equation i am wishing for society to stop telling me to go to college at 18 i am wishing for society to stop telling me to get married before 30 i am wishing for soceity to stop making me into a person i am not ready for i am wishing for soceity to stop making fun of me because i am different i am who i am i grow at my own pace time does stop and wait for the world to grow up so how come time can't stop and wait for me to grow up? what happened to freedom? what happened to joy and happiness? do they deserve to be taken out of the equation because they value less than success? what happened to me? am i allowing people to enforce this equation on me? on everyone else?

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Pain is absorbed into their flesh Agony is soaked into their blood Misery killed their beliefs Trauma stained their souls Death chocked their emotions Executions drained their tears The consequence of torture is silent The reward of silent is death Smoke devoured their sunshine Bombs stepped on their homes Panic cut their throats Guns penetrated their dreams They were waiting for us in silence Twelve years of silence

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Jan 28, 2019

Jan 28, 2019 at 6:15 PM UTC

Joeycoet

We Remember

Pain is absorbed into their flesh Agony is soaked into their blood Misery killed their beliefs Trauma stained their souls Death chocked their emotions Executions drained their tears The consequence of torture is silent The reward of silent is death Smoke devoured their sunshine Bombs stepped on their homes Panic cut their throats Guns penetrated their dreams They were waiting for us in silence Twelve years of silence

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Yellow journalism With shattered criticism Are people aware? That the truth lays bare Red card is dispensing We shouldn't be asking Men aren't the enemy But women shouldn't wait helplessly It's our job to unite Putting aside our heights It's our right to be loud and proud Standing up in the protesting crowd I wish the world were simple Pure and clean like a wimple We live under a sky with limits But we dream every minute

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Oct 17, 2018

Oct 17, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC

Joeycoet

My view on feminism

Yellow journalism With shattered criticism Are people aware? That the truth lays bare Red card is dispensing We shouldn't be asking Men aren't the enemy But women shouldn't wait helplessly It's our job to unite Putting aside our heights It's our right to be loud and proud Standing up in the protesting crowd I wish the world were simple Pure and clean like a wimple We live under a sky with limits But we dream every minute

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