monique-lewis-el - Hello Poetry

Anxiety My head spins, my fingers become numb The feeling of critters along my body It's my nerves Pain throbs within my temple And my chest begins to tighten I close my eyes and try not to panic But I can't My mind won't let me think positive It won't let me calm myself down The fear of life and everyone's ideas interrupts theses sad thoughts Pins alongside my face Nose as cold as ice Twitching eye Oh God, I m terrified What is this? Oh, another panic attack Palpitations and bowel irritation So why am I facing this? See I once was arrogant because of my deeds Until life brought me down to my knees Where I'd beg and plead, to let these negative thoughts parish Sitting in front of my husband embarrassed That I can't hold my sanity together Tears racing one another down the sides of my mahogany cheeks As I struggle to speak But it's all in my head After all I can be a bit of a hypochondriac I felt so lonely like no one could help me and if anyone knew, they would label me a nutcase But through it, I will emerge and fight Never give up and never lose Especially not to DEPRESSION

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Dec 7, 2016

Dec 7, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC

Depression

Anxiety My head spins, my fingers become numb The feeling of critters along my body It's my nerves Pain throbs within my temple And my chest begins to tighten I close my eyes and try not to panic But I can't My mind won't let me think positive It won't let me calm myself down The fear of life and everyone's ideas interrupts theses sad thoughts Pins alongside my face Nose as cold as ice Twitching eye Oh God, I m terrified What is this? Oh, another panic attack Palpitations and bowel irritation So why am I facing this? See I once was arrogant because of my deeds Until life brought me down to my knees Where I'd beg and plead, to let these negative thoughts parish Sitting in front of my husband embarrassed That I can't hold my sanity together Tears racing one another down the sides of my mahogany cheeks As I struggle to speak But it's all in my head After all I can be a bit of a hypochondriac I felt so lonely like no one could help me and if anyone knew, they would label me a nutcase But through it, I will emerge and fight Never give up and never lose Especially not to DEPRESSION

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We must be on a shoot first ask questions later bases Especially when you see black faces Do you think we are all thugs on drugs, who mug for a living Or all non working baby mammas on the warfare system But when we bring up the question of our oppression All of a sudden you start neglecting Centuries of terror for murders in Chicago Or fake statistics that leave remnants of non compassion to those who don't resemble our situation This is blatant black chaos I didn't feed it, I only admitted it exist Hard truths die slowly but fast lies sink heavy Burden left on the chests of the youth Who get persecuted for standing in truth So it looks to not appeal to the morale of those who are oppressive But it wreaks through the souls on the receiving end Now you want to hold hands in hopes to keep the power you murdered for It is power you truly adore, you worked hard for it But someone worked even harder My ancestors built this country And our youth will run this country One day we won't see black chaos Rather the faces of JUSTICE

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Sep 24, 2016

Sep 24, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC

Black Chaos

We must be on a shoot first ask questions later bases Especially when you see black faces Do you think we are all thugs on drugs, who mug for a living Or all non working baby mammas on the warfare system But when we bring up the question of our oppression All of a sudden you start neglecting Centuries of terror for murders in Chicago Or fake statistics that leave remnants of non compassion to those who don't resemble our situation This is blatant black chaos I didn't feed it, I only admitted it exist Hard truths die slowly but fast lies sink heavy Burden left on the chests of the youth Who get persecuted for standing in truth So it looks to not appeal to the morale of those who are oppressive But it wreaks through the souls on the receiving end Now you want to hold hands in hopes to keep the power you murdered for It is power you truly adore, you worked hard for it But someone worked even harder My ancestors built this country And our youth will run this country One day we won't see black chaos Rather the faces of JUSTICE

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It would be fun to party Perhaps if there was no oppression Maybe then I could lay back and relax And run my hands through the sand without thoughts of a failing society Of course I would love to travel and tell stories of my ventures But I probably won't because I could honestly care less I just want the world to be a little less chaotic So that I can party

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Aug 3, 2016

Aug 3, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC

Party

It would be fun to party Perhaps if there was no oppression Maybe then I could lay back and relax And run my hands through the sand without thoughts of a failing society Of course I would love to travel and tell stories of my ventures But I probably won't because I could honestly care less I just want the world to be a little less chaotic So that I can party

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Many years of distrust and mustered up anger This *** boils over as it leaks sin So I am supposed to forget about it You know, the great war everyone ignores My lips are supposed to take a back seat because your ears cannot bare a burden my foremothers and forefathers dealt So you cry that I complain because your fear won't compromise with your brain No I won't shut up! As long as people suffer and animals whither away lifeless And injustice strikes the feet of every person on this plane I won't loosen my lips I'll grip my hips and stare into the souls of the soulless I won't shut up, I won't back down By Monique Lewis ©2016

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Aug 2, 2016

Aug 2, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC

I Won't Shut UP

Many years of distrust and mustered up anger This *** boils over as it leaks sin So I am supposed to forget about it You know, the great war everyone ignores My lips are supposed to take a back seat because your ears cannot bare a burden my foremothers and forefathers dealt So you cry that I complain because your fear won't compromise with your brain No I won't shut up! As long as people suffer and animals whither away lifeless And injustice strikes the feet of every person on this plane I won't loosen my lips I'll grip my hips and stare into the souls of the soulless I won't shut up, I won't back down By Monique Lewis ©2016

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I want to feel the nights breeze without interruption Without feeling like I am prey And being watched from afar I want to hear the crickets chirp and the wind blow between my toes I want to lurch into the deep waters of the ocean And allow them to carry me away So that I can feel that bit of Heaven on Earth I want to retrieve the cloths I left by the ocean, covered in sand I want to kiss you through the night In the beautiful silhouette of street lights exploiting the beaches scenery I want to be at ease and peace

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Aug 2, 2016

Aug 2, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC

BE

I want to feel the nights breeze without interruption Without feeling like I am prey And being watched from afar I want to hear the crickets chirp and the wind blow between my toes I want to lurch into the deep waters of the ocean And allow them to carry me away So that I can feel that bit of Heaven on Earth I want to retrieve the cloths I left by the ocean, covered in sand I want to kiss you through the night In the beautiful silhouette of street lights exploiting the beaches scenery I want to be at ease and peace

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We have a platform called social, economic, and political relief But we must listen and move forward ourselves We've trusted those with no eyes to deviate paths for and from us So we stand holding the bag of promises we never made them keep I put you here, we put you here So yes you should respond to our critical demands Where are our policies as this ship slowly sinks We stare at the bags of promises you gave us Give them back! We built this But you want to tear it down because your ego has a mind of it's own And this "constitutional republic" represents its self as a "democracy" Yet clearly a "plutocracy" and "oligarchy" Remember people..... Stop letting promises that will never be sought get away Its complete disgrace in the face of those civilized enough to know its implications Lobby for and enforce justified statutes and laws by your own admission READ THIS NOW Do something or something could be done to you

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Aug 2, 2016

Aug 2, 2016 at 8:09 AM UTC

**READ THIS NOW**

We have a platform called social, economic, and political relief But we must listen and move forward ourselves We've trusted those with no eyes to deviate paths for and from us So we stand holding the bag of promises we never made them keep I put you here, we put you here So yes you should respond to our critical demands Where are our policies as this ship slowly sinks We stare at the bags of promises you gave us Give them back! We built this But you want to tear it down because your ego has a mind of it's own And this "constitutional republic" represents its self as a "democracy" Yet clearly a "plutocracy" and "oligarchy" Remember people..... Stop letting promises that will never be sought get away Its complete disgrace in the face of those civilized enough to know its implications Lobby for and enforce justified statutes and laws by your own admission READ THIS NOW Do something or something could be done to you

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I don't remember you Well.... Sometimes And every time I see you I question your intentions I'm curious, because many people say you are the truth with-out doubt So why do I doubt Has a seal been placed over my heart Or did you give me the ability to see what others have not See, I don't know because I don't feel as bad as I once did Because I started to do better when I left you I huge weight was lifted off my shoulders But now that I see you again, I feel like I have a place for you I may chance you, but not for the trivial reasons I once had Real religion By Monique Lewis ©2016

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Aug 1, 2016

Aug 1, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC

Accept You

I don't remember you Well.... Sometimes And every time I see you I question your intentions I'm curious, because many people say you are the truth with-out doubt So why do I doubt Has a seal been placed over my heart Or did you give me the ability to see what others have not See, I don't know because I don't feel as bad as I once did Because I started to do better when I left you I huge weight was lifted off my shoulders But now that I see you again, I feel like I have a place for you I may chance you, but not for the trivial reasons I once had Real religion By Monique Lewis ©2016

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I martyred the sins of my foremothers and forefathers Therefore rebirthed an allegiance to the all Which I was innately apart of from the beginning They rose and sunk I sunk and too shall rise By Monique Lewis ©2016

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Aug 1, 2016

Aug 1, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC

Rise

I martyred the sins of my foremothers and forefathers Therefore rebirthed an allegiance to the all Which I was innately apart of from the beginning They rose and sunk I sunk and too shall rise By Monique Lewis ©2016

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It's amazing how I never subscribed to you But you showed up in an unwarranted place So now my face is still, as I have no choice to delete or keep Ignoring the fact that you still remain in a place I never wanted you By Monique Lewis ©2016

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Aug 1, 2016

Aug 1, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC

Spam

It's amazing how I never subscribed to you But you showed up in an unwarranted place So now my face is still, as I have no choice to delete or keep Ignoring the fact that you still remain in a place I never wanted you By Monique Lewis ©2016

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Welcome to America Land of the feeble, home of the slaves Where foreigners parlay Consuming fruits of the labor of ancestors faceless Were caste systems stay in place And concepts convict colors Where fathers have no mothers, and mothers no lovers To the place that everyone loves, so they can remove their gloves Speak blasphemous contradictions, and victims get convicted Where dictatorship is democracy and Democracy is hypocrisy And the living dead transitions from box to box Where the collective creative consciousness is mocked And people’s minds are locked in solitary confinement Where they stone your reputation when you idle worship But they idol worship those they could never be Where freedom aint free, very costly And if you succeed you will bleed, the country’s sins Everyone pretends with pretentious nature Where people won’t share, or care about anything but their own self interest A place where the black class places their children in the ground before themselves Where poison is wealth and health is death in a needle Where people are paid according to skin, where there are boys not men And females not women to solidify a better position Where miseducation poses as education rapes your pockets And stills your eyes out of its socket A place where no one trusts each other And your best friend is your Glock Where the media lies and deceives to protect its power And little girls dress like their getting in the shower A place where morals and values are exceedingly different And your next door neighbor could be a hitman But you’ll never know because that second face never shows A place where majority means ruler and minority means peasant But the peasants still don’t get the message Where the greatest population don’t have a nationality But beg and plead for mercy There is none, it gets worst by the day A melting *** where all believe they should have their way, smiling in the face of disgrace Welcome to the dressed up thugs who maintain plugs, and shrug, when they destroy lives Where more people get mugshots and bullets than they do employment A place where the creators are never recognized, but disguised, and many are disingenuous Welcome to the land where the people gave up their rights and liberty Because they’d rather watch tv And be like people who have more resources Where marriages have plundered under divorces And people don’t say excuse me Or help the elderly lady, they walk pass without a care in the world Welcome to the good ole melting *** That is now molten rock Welcome to America By Monique Lewis ©2016

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Aug 1, 2016

Aug 1, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC

Welcome to AmeriCA

Welcome to America Land of the feeble, home of the slaves Where foreigners parlay Consuming fruits of the labor of ancestors faceless Were caste systems stay in place And concepts convict colors Where fathers have no mothers, and mothers no lovers To the place that everyone loves, so they can remove their gloves Speak blasphemous contradictions, and victims get convicted Where dictatorship is democracy and Democracy is hypocrisy And the living dead transitions from box to box Where the collective creative consciousness is mocked And people’s minds are locked in solitary confinement Where they stone your reputation when you idle worship But they idol worship those they could never be Where freedom aint free, very costly And if you succeed you will bleed, the country’s sins Everyone pretends with pretentious nature Where people won’t share, or care about anything but their own self interest A place where the black class places their children in the ground before themselves Where poison is wealth and health is death in a needle Where people are paid according to skin, where there are boys not men And females not women to solidify a better position Where miseducation poses as education rapes your pockets And stills your eyes out of its socket A place where no one trusts each other And your best friend is your Glock Where the media lies and deceives to protect its power And little girls dress like their getting in the shower A place where morals and values are exceedingly different And your next door neighbor could be a hitman But you’ll never know because that second face never shows A place where majority means ruler and minority means peasant But the peasants still don’t get the message Where the greatest population don’t have a nationality But beg and plead for mercy There is none, it gets worst by the day A melting *** where all believe they should have their way, smiling in the face of disgrace Welcome to the dressed up thugs who maintain plugs, and shrug, when they destroy lives Where more people get mugshots and bullets than they do employment A place where the creators are never recognized, but disguised, and many are disingenuous Welcome to the land where the people gave up their rights and liberty Because they’d rather watch tv And be like people who have more resources Where marriages have plundered under divorces And people don’t say excuse me Or help the elderly lady, they walk pass without a care in the world Welcome to the good ole melting *** That is now molten rock Welcome to America By Monique Lewis ©2016

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