My skin is black.
But my black friends say I'm white
My white friends call me their black friend
My Spanish friends just don't know
My Asian friends think I'm smart.
But would take me more serious if I was white or Asian.
My boss doesn't see my potential
Society sees me as a statistic
The government sees me as a number.....
Why can't I just be a human?

The sad look in your eyes,
breaks my heart.
I don't know what it is,
but then I might know what it is.

I don't need to know
if you are okay,
I can see it in your expression.
The limpness in your bottom lip,
the way you shoulders are slumped over,
the way your eyes glide their way
to me and then look back at the table.

That's a stupid question.
I won't ask you that.

But I need to know
if you will be okay.

When?
I don't care when.
The sooner the better though.
But if you feel like
you will be okay,
that you can see the light
at the end of the tunnel
and find your way
out of the mess,
then that's all that I need to know.

I just want to know,
Will you be okay?

Together we can build a world of love.
That will be protected by the both of us.
It won't be divided by others.
It won't be destroyed by anyone that's jealous.

Together we will invest in the long run.
That our love will be reserved only for us.
That when others look in our direction.
They will be hoping for our affection.

Together our life will be filled with warmth.
During the summer and winter months.
And blossoming more into spring.

Together we will be one.
Together we will be strong.

Let no one have questions concerning our lives.
We will be living it totally right.
Together.

What is Love?
Is it a strong like? Sometimes that's all it feels like.
Or a weird hate? Based on the burning and aggravation when small things go wrong
Is it a sneaky lust? Because you know what I really want right?
Can it even be trusted? Many people say it one day and nothing the next.
Maybe its just a word, a word for manipulation.
The truth about it is Love is what you make it. Nobody can make it for you...but that's just what I think

Listen carefully.
Take off the face you put up
To keep everyone out.
Hear the sighs of relief
because there’s a shred of hope yet.

Listen now.
Your insecurities are screaming
“Let me go, let me go.”
You hide behind fake skin,
but the real you
is crawling beneath.

Just Listen.
You’re not fooling anyone,
and you can’t hide forever.
Break free from yourself,
and stop holding yourself back.
The dawn is breaking;
It’s time to wake up.

With the cloudy sky reflecting in the drops of dew
we made love in the grass,
the passionate entanglement
left green in our crevasses,
and yellow flowers braided themselves fragilely into our hair
what an uncomfortable experience!

Oh, but, one Ill never forget-
you, always so clean, now covered in green, and me laughing away, red red roses stuck between my teeth as we tumble down that hill, and into the neighbor's yard.
Its full of bicycles, new and red, shiny and broken, small and old
and he says he doesn't mind if we take one for a ride, as long as we fix our clothes and get out of his yard-
Take a shower, he said, you look like you
could blend in with the trees and the buttercups-
and don't come back until you do!
Get rid of that green, and that yellow, and
the red red red stuck in your teeth,
you wouldn't want the any of the real flowers biting your toes,
impostors aren't welcome in a field of daffodils, you ought to know-

So, we took our bikes, rode to the river, and we jumped-
SPLASH!
The colorful droplets fled downstream, and joined the trout-
weren't the fishermen surprised when they pulled in a blue fish,
green fish, and yellow and red!

by Shannon Phillips

Hi!

I'm an undiscovered poet,
No one seems to care to know it,
I wrote 160 and more to come,
They are my feelings and mind talk on paper.
People see them as nothing but paper,
But the wise, smart, and beautiful enter them
As another world made by pen from hand.

        A new discovery is me,
        yet so undiscovered, see,
        come, come,
        cross the deep, dark ocean,
        swim my sweet sea,
        fly my fine few skies,
        get swooped up soon and soothed in my world,
        be taken by my air,
        
        WIND!!

In my world you are a piece of clean paper,
You can be anything you want to be,
Float finely like a feather,
Stay free in any kind of weather,

But still people are afraid to see through concrete,
Afraid and forbidden to see,
 
So, still undiscovered iz me.