lizziegrace970 - Hello Poetry

It’s been known that “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” Yet society seems to want to forget this very quote Are we willingly ignorant, or have we forgotten That a land composed of bloodshed Will end in ruin? Do we not know that the Sandy Hook Elementary School children Would’ve been able to vote this year? Do we not know that giving guns more freedom than humans Will only result in more tiny graves? Are we aware that the law people are using To excuse sending away human who only want to Live Is the same law that allowed internment camps to be legal? Do we not know that these arguments wouldn't be able to make exist If not for Mother Earth? But we still want to sink our drills into her Like wicked parasites. We shame women who are too terrified To tell the horrors they have lived through Yet turn a blind eye when they say that An abuser becomes the leader. German soldiers in World War II Thought they were saving their economy and Protecting their nation But history only remembers them as the villains Why do we refuse to see that we already know how this plays out? “A country that runs on the blood of its own children is doomed to crumble from the inside out,” we scream. We scream and we scream and we scream, begging for people to hear our cries. Hear us when we cry out that nothing will come of this except enough bloodshed to bathe an army and more corpses than there are living. Hear us when we say society is evolving backwards so we already know the end. Hear us when we cry our warnings, mourning what will become of our nation. Hear us when we can say nothing more, buried six feet under, hear us as we plead from ever-growing caskets as you stomp on our graves. Hear us when we say, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”

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Jul 22, 2025

Jul 22, 2025 at 8:28 PM UTC

Hear Our Screams

It’s been known that “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” Yet society seems to want to forget this very quote Are we willingly ignorant, or have we forgotten That a land composed of bloodshed Will end in ruin? Do we not know that the Sandy Hook Elementary School children Would’ve been able to vote this year? Do we not know that giving guns more freedom than humans Will only result in more tiny graves? Are we aware that the law people are using To excuse sending away human who only want to Live Is the same law that allowed internment camps to be legal? Do we not know that these arguments wouldn't be able to make exist If not for Mother Earth? But we still want to sink our drills into her Like wicked parasites. We shame women who are too terrified To tell the horrors they have lived through Yet turn a blind eye when they say that An abuser becomes the leader. German soldiers in World War II Thought they were saving their economy and Protecting their nation But history only remembers them as the villains Why do we refuse to see that we already know how this plays out? “A country that runs on the blood of its own children is doomed to crumble from the inside out,” we scream. We scream and we scream and we scream, begging for people to hear our cries. Hear us when we cry out that nothing will come of this except enough bloodshed to bathe an army and more corpses than there are living. Hear us when we say society is evolving backwards so we already know the end. Hear us when we cry our warnings, mourning what will become of our nation. Hear us when we can say nothing more, buried six feet under, hear us as we plead from ever-growing caskets as you stomp on our graves. Hear us when we say, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”

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Sometimes, I think about our future children Who will grow up not knowing of the stars Or of splashing in streams of childhood But only Black smog and masks Filtering the poisons we have put In our lungs Will they find familiar Dead animals, dead plants A dead Earth? I wonder If they will be able to run in fields Without glass between shrubs and on their feet? Will they know a life? Outside of the dystopia of our own making? Meanwhile, here we sit Living our lavish lifestyles Not having a care about Who dies in the process? Do we not believe The polar bear who drowned From a lack of ice Has a right to live as well? Or the animals who starve From humankind's greed To eat lavish fish and exotic plants. Do we not think twice On pumping our plants Full of toxins That destroys every insect and **** From the inside out In our bodies? Do we have no idea that eventually Our land will hold heat so well We may no longer dine For everything is dead? Or will we only care When the melting ice Has flooded our towns Destroying brick homes And picket fences with Swingsets in the backyard. Will it only matter When we cannot grill meat Produced from suffering Or when there is no more profit to be made From pumping our rivers with manmade monsters Wonder about our future children How will they grow Living a life of disease and death. But no, it will only matter When us in the present start dying. Even more, it will only be of importance When it isn’t killing people across the world But in our own homes. It will not be significant Until you lose a mother, a best friend A lover, a child. Sometimes I wonder about the children And I apologize For the life we have condemned them to.

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May 22, 2025

May 22, 2025 at 5:33 PM UTC

A Future Apology.

Sometimes, I think about our future children Who will grow up not knowing of the stars Or of splashing in streams of childhood But only Black smog and masks Filtering the poisons we have put In our lungs Will they find familiar Dead animals, dead plants A dead Earth? I wonder If they will be able to run in fields Without glass between shrubs and on their feet? Will they know a life? Outside of the dystopia of our own making? Meanwhile, here we sit Living our lavish lifestyles Not having a care about Who dies in the process? Do we not believe The polar bear who drowned From a lack of ice Has a right to live as well? Or the animals who starve From humankind's greed To eat lavish fish and exotic plants. Do we not think twice On pumping our plants Full of toxins That destroys every insect and **** From the inside out In our bodies? Do we have no idea that eventually Our land will hold heat so well We may no longer dine For everything is dead? Or will we only care When the melting ice Has flooded our towns Destroying brick homes And picket fences with Swingsets in the backyard. Will it only matter When we cannot grill meat Produced from suffering Or when there is no more profit to be made From pumping our rivers with manmade monsters Wonder about our future children How will they grow Living a life of disease and death. But no, it will only matter When us in the present start dying. Even more, it will only be of importance When it isn’t killing people across the world But in our own homes. It will not be significant Until you lose a mother, a best friend A lover, a child. Sometimes I wonder about the children And I apologize For the life we have condemned them to.

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A stranger who doesn’t fit anywhere on Earth Something about her skin Too dark to be white Not dark enough to be her heritage. A girl whose skin is too light Her hair not black enough A girl wearing American clothes Living the American way. Little mixed girl Who doesn’t even speak the language Of her grandfather Fake little mixed girl Who talks about being Indian To actually feel connected To her culture Yet, she knows it’s a lie She doesn’t celebrate Diwali. She doesn’t know traditions Little mixed girl Who isn’t ethnic enough To get offended over slurs Fake little mixed girl Who knows her ancestors Look down upon her Whitewashed self And feel nothing but shame. Fake little mixed girl Pretending to be something she’s not.

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Apr 23, 2025

Apr 23, 2025 at 3:17 PM UTC

Little Mixed Girl

A stranger who doesn’t fit anywhere on Earth Something about her skin Too dark to be white Not dark enough to be her heritage. A girl whose skin is too light Her hair not black enough A girl wearing American clothes Living the American way. Little mixed girl Who doesn’t even speak the language Of her grandfather Fake little mixed girl Who talks about being Indian To actually feel connected To her culture Yet, she knows it’s a lie She doesn’t celebrate Diwali. She doesn’t know traditions Little mixed girl Who isn’t ethnic enough To get offended over slurs Fake little mixed girl Who knows her ancestors Look down upon her Whitewashed self And feel nothing but shame. Fake little mixed girl Pretending to be something she’s not.

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Friends go to church on Sundays and girl sleeps in. Friends wear tiny little crosses on their necks and she wears nothing. Friends believe in a divine, arbitrary, God and she believes in nothing. “She is more of a scientific girl,” she says. “God created the universe,” they say. “The Big Bang created the universe.” “Well, why did the Big Bang happen?” They ask. “Scientists do not know but it is not because of a God,” she says. Yes, she turns to science and friends turn to their tiny pretty cross necklaces. She likes science because science is reliable. science is consistent, does not forget, does not lie, does not exile you for making one mistake. Maybe that is why she does not believe. Not because she thinks herself above them. But because she is afraid. “Do not fall for tricks of the devil,” they say but she has fallen for the snake's lies many of times and relished in it every. single. instance. She is Eve and has taken from the poison tree again and again. That is why she is afraid. Because if Heaven is real then she would go to Hell. “God is all forgiving,” they say. Lies, Adam and Eve ended up lying in a pile of broken promises and death at the end, didn’t they? If God was so forgiving, would he forgive her for having more sins than she does hairs on her head? If God was so forgiving would he forgive her for losing faith? If God was so loving then why would he curse her with this fate? If God believed in love, why doesn’t he love her? Why does he not love me?

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Feb 13, 2025

Feb 13, 2025 at 6:03 PM UTC

Would a Savior Still Love?

Friends go to church on Sundays and girl sleeps in. Friends wear tiny little crosses on their necks and she wears nothing. Friends believe in a divine, arbitrary, God and she believes in nothing. “She is more of a scientific girl,” she says. “God created the universe,” they say. “The Big Bang created the universe.” “Well, why did the Big Bang happen?” They ask. “Scientists do not know but it is not because of a God,” she says. Yes, she turns to science and friends turn to their tiny pretty cross necklaces. She likes science because science is reliable. science is consistent, does not forget, does not lie, does not exile you for making one mistake. Maybe that is why she does not believe. Not because she thinks herself above them. But because she is afraid. “Do not fall for tricks of the devil,” they say but she has fallen for the snake's lies many of times and relished in it every. single. instance. She is Eve and has taken from the poison tree again and again. That is why she is afraid. Because if Heaven is real then she would go to Hell. “God is all forgiving,” they say. Lies, Adam and Eve ended up lying in a pile of broken promises and death at the end, didn’t they? If God was so forgiving, would he forgive her for having more sins than she does hairs on her head? If God was so forgiving would he forgive her for losing faith? If God was so loving then why would he curse her with this fate? If God believed in love, why doesn’t he love her? Why does he not love me?

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It’s said that the human body replaces itself With entirely new cells every seven years. In seven years, I will be free from your touch. In seven years your fingerprints will No longer be burned into my skin. In seven years I will be able to Wash my body and finally feel clean. In seven years I will be able to kiss Without getting sick in a cold toilet, Sobbing sobbing sobbing, Because my tongue tastes of you. In seven years, maybe I won’t Lock my bedroom doors, Fearing a monster that lives Not under the bed. In seven years, one more woman Will pretend to feel free.

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Nov 25, 2024

Nov 25, 2024 at 9:14 PM UTC

Seven Years Will Never Be Enough

It’s said that the human body replaces itself With entirely new cells every seven years. In seven years, I will be free from your touch. In seven years your fingerprints will No longer be burned into my skin. In seven years I will be able to Wash my body and finally feel clean. In seven years I will be able to kiss Without getting sick in a cold toilet, Sobbing sobbing sobbing, Because my tongue tastes of you. In seven years, maybe I won’t Lock my bedroom doors, Fearing a monster that lives Not under the bed. In seven years, one more woman Will pretend to feel free.

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