What if I sat down here,
and didn't get up?
Would anyone care,
would anyone notice.
Just sit where you are,
and don't move away,
wait until someone notices you.
It may take some time,
but you should know,
someone will always come.
someone will always notice.
It's never too late to stop.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
This isn't a poem
this is a protest
This isn't equality,
it's injustice.
America the brave
America the free,
Where were you,
When he said, "I can't breathe?
How are we
the leading examples
so rooted with prejudice,
it's time to turn tables.
How does one be such a threat,
at one hundred and thirty five feet
that they must be shot, Six times,
It a miraculous feat.
Since when did murderers get off
without trial,
I mean even Republicans
won't give denial
America the brave
America my foot,
where were you,
"Hands up, don't shoot"
Its not all lives matter,
we know the white ones already do,
it's about giving others
what they're due.
Black lives matter,
Martin Luther King
gave his speech fifty years ago,
yet we're still fighting.
Have you heard the policemen,
they have no remorse,
the literal demonization,
and its going to get worse.
unless we can stop it,
and I'm hoping we can
Mike wasn't a thief,
this god forsaken land.
How are we so quick to judge,
Russia, Korea, China and more,
yet we **** innocent people,
and racism soars.
You want change,
you're blaming Obama?
Change it yourself,
Family means ohana
Yeah that's A children's movie,
but wait a moment yet
we could learn a lot
from children I bet.
They don't have biases,
they're only three
in their small minds
everyone's free.
But thats not the truth
It's cold and hard,
just the bodies
of a bright future,
Mike Brown
of a boy with a hoodie
Trayvon Martin
of a Twelve year-old boy
Tamir Rice
of a husband and father of six children
Eric Garner
You won't be forgotten,
as long as this world I'm living in
as long as it goes on,
you'll always be thought of
and what might've been.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
Can you hear
the sound
of change.
All around us
it flows like
blood.
Young boys being
killed by
justice
Stolen from
the ones
who love them.
Why do they die
and I
live?
What makes us
any
different?
The color of
skin shouldn't
matter.
But we all know
it
does.
Why do murderers
walk around
free.
And innocents mowed
down like
grass
When will the change
grow to a
roar?
When will life
be
fair?
When will we not
have
injustice?
Change is
almost
here.
But only we
can make it
reality.
Will you sing
its song with
me?
Or will you stay silent,
dead
silent.
Like
Mike
Brown?
You feel
very
pressured?
Well then,
are you
breathing?
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
This is a poem
for the boys who've blown
Their chances,
And ended up on the taking end of a cigarette.
A poem
for the girls who picked
the wrong one,
And mouth of their body meets the mouth of the bottle.
A poem
For the outcasts, the loners
Who die everyday from the words of others,
And end at the end of a razor blade.
This is a poem
For anyone who
Hurts, cries, laughs, tries,
Who ended their lives too soon.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
I wish I could be a mirror for you
So you can look at yourself the way I see you
Perfect and beautiful
Broken inside
A mirror of glass
So strong and clear,
No lies anymore
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
Why don't you meet me
Under the willows by the river
Where quietude is common
And birdsong the only sound
Come watch with me
Watch the willow branches in the wind
And the sun glinting on the river
Like hammered silver
Read with me
Under the weeping trees
Away from the world
Sperate and secluded
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
How can the sky look blue,
When space is black?
How can the sun be shining,
When I'm not with you?
How can I feel happiness,
When you're gone?
How can I be alive,
When you're not?
How can life go on,
When you can't witness it?
How can I be so alone,
When I'm surrounded by people?
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
Please
Don't leave
The only thing left
Tears flowing
Don't go
Me alone
Of you
Down my face
Away where
To my own
Is that stupid note
To the floor
I cannot follow
Devices
You left
Where they pool
I don't want
The only part of you
Left is a
Note
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
exited for a new start
having a bad day
not okay
friendless
trying his best
tripped
shoved
lost
unappreciated and disregarded
optimistic
kind
alone
in the library
in a corner
in a book
in tears
bullied and ridiculed
bruised
battered
broken
free-falling quickly
hitting reality
impaled
"scratched"
getting crushed
needing help
helpless
dark
hiding his anguish
not being good
shattered
waiting
pessimistic and depressed
worrying his mom
a shadow
dripping
Locking the door
writing a note
preparing
tearful
saying silent goodbyes
not falling asleep
not ready for it
finally dead
Orange is
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC