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Lee Jan 2018
Hi, I'm a strong believer the media is important.
But I cannot associate myself with the news that it's reportin'.
Domestically, we see one side, not enough is imported.
And if I speak out, there's a fear I get deported,

but I'm living far away from where I was born.
It's too hard at this time to really call that place my home.
Other nations are more accepting and they're half as diverse.
I can't help but think that the roles should be reversed.
Not mine, but some peoples ancestors traveled across the sea
Searching for a new life to rid themselves of heresy.
Now they won't let you board a plane if you've got hairy cheeks,
Or a wrap on your head. They'll give up your seat.

I didn't create the problem. I'm still in my teens.
What went wrong in the past that infected us with greed.
I find it hard to believe that there was just a 'bad seed'.
I'm made by what I feel, what I hear, and what I see.

Now it's my job, and the rest of my generation's,
to sniff out the problems. Find where people were mistaken.
Some issues may be right in front of our nose.
Sometimes we don't realize how deep this stuff goes.
We often don't understand how the darkness grows.
As much as we study, no one really knows.

As a young person, I'm still stuck writing poetry
because no one who matters would listen to my prose.
I was born in America, then I moved to Brazil, now I'm in Germany.
Lee Jan 2018
love is the sixth sense
love is a sick sense
love is a picket fence
so hop on over
and get rid of sickness
edited and shortened
Lee Jan 2018
she's sweet as a doughnut
if she grew sour
i still would condone her
******* the move
and I never could zone her
she's somethin special
se chama besondere
ich bin tr(ee)lingue
i speak like a stoner
talkin bout love
please don't ruin the moment
she hears my voice
and she knows that I'm flowin
she sees my feet
and she knows where I'm goin
this could be magic
i know that you know it
we could be magic
i know that you know it
Lee Nov 2017
Onism is wanting to be everywhere
but knowing you're trapped in one location
It's really not enough
to go on a vacation
I feel destined to travel
without knowing my destination
My whole body trembles
along with the roar of any station
the silence of a bus stop
the calamity of a terminal
the rocking of a ship dock
the feeling of a criminal
Joy of christmas morning
I'd trade my presents for a ticket
cruise to new adventures
hop around and find a place to kick it

For the time being I'm anchored
held back by a physical grasp
To everyone who's somewhere else
"What's it like?" is what I'd ask
Lee Nov 2017
i never thought i could be a poet
i had to learn what poets do
when i decided it's whatever they want
i chose to join a group
with plenty of poets old and young
bits of writing aged and new
finally over the past few months
i've learned what poets do
i'm thankful for this site
Lee Nov 2017
Everyone writes about what they believe in
Praising the greatest parts of life
or confessing their sin
I find no interest in common literature

When people speak it's about their life
New found accomplishments
and never ending strife
I cannot converse over common matter

Humans make decisions based on a certain topic
Their bountiful wealth
or emptiness of their pocket
I have never related to common economics

Celebration is a wicked, twisted event
Rejoicing over heroes and heroics
and shielding each other from evil stars like a tent
I do not cheer for common excitement
theoretical // I imagine how people close to me feel and I try to relate
Lee Oct 2017
Beginning to feel
As we grab and we hold
Learning whats real
As time goes by we grow old
A childish desire
Of wanting to know
The good against bad
The fire against snow

Now noone can feel
We just grab and we hold
Onto things that arent real
Paper plastic and gold
We're burnt by the fire
Slowed by the snow
Ignorance is bliss
Is it worth it to know

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