I find myself lost
In a never ending frost
For is my anger that dwells
Even when I should not, and well
I hate the way they joke
And talk like regular folk
They laugh about suicide
And they mock and lie and hide
They talk about Ebola
As if saying Hola
I hate the way they make me feel
As if I'm a useless wheel
I want so bad to hurt them
But if not for my friend, who keep my hem
I would gladly go to jail
For an attempted ****** in which I would fail
I hate those who laugh at the less fortunate
And I hate those who smile with amusement
So thank your lucky stars
That my best friend cares from afar
For if not for her compassion
I would wear you as my latest fashion

In Memory of W.E.B. DuBois here are some poems.

Here Lays a caring man
Who had many adoring Fans
He believed in the A.A.
But not in the K.K.K.
He fought and encouraged Civil Rights
And Never Put up a fist Fight
So with a grieving heart we sow
His body down to this spot to grow
Never forgotten then nor now
For there is no way to, how?



Diamante:
DuBois
Freedom, Civil Rights
Working, Learning, fighting
Leader, brotherhood; slavery, stupidity
Hiding, beating, worshiping
Beat, bleed
Pet

**End of Diamante- Pet in referral to a new kind of slave

Short and sweet right?
What about the fights
Heartbreak
Full of mistake
Wiser, older
Some lock away there year in a folder.
   2 months is all it takes
for people to stop being fakes
You leave for summer
What a ******
No friend right?
Just taking flight?
People WILL change
Stronger
Taller
Braver
Maybe a real Fighter?
Life goes on for the best
As we may not forget the rest
All these changes in
...
2 Months

My pain is subtle and no one knows
I know not what the world holds
I'm not sure with all the hoes
In which way the world will fold
I keep my faith in humanity
But all they show me is their insanity
I can bear witness to only so much
But who will bear witness to such?
I hide my pain with a smile
And even keep it in my files
I fool the mass with my act
But surely this won't be Fact
How far shall I Fall
Before my life goes down that Hall?
I witness people's pain
I bear witness to their Gains
I love without fear
And hate no dear.
My inhuman actions are my Fault
Yet no one bothers to Halt
I see the violence and faults of humans
Is this what makes us inhuman?
I see the fights
I see people take Flight
It kills me on the inside to see people die
If only I could help people to not lie
Then I would'nt fell this pain inside

When your not normal
Nor much for formal
When you think you found love
Only to be given that shove
A first heart throb
Turned into a long sob
Worst of all to face a friend
Who became the cause of the end
It's hard to have power
And hold such a flower
Least of all a love
Without a warrning glove
So I sit here in my class
As I wait for time to pass
Tick-tock
Tic-tock
Goes the clock
No one here to hear
So my heart is left to sear
What time shall heal
I shall steal
A Broken heart
Of my own *art