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selina May 2021
please note: t/w: violence

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dear mister life-changer
how have you been?
i know you never answer
but i wanted to try again

introducing myself for the fourth time
i'm a small girl with big dreams
my dad walked out when i was real young
my mum hopes i'll have an easier living

i'm in kensington, philly
it's not a nice place to grow up
with drugs, gangs, and guns
my older brother once even got mugged

i'm writing from my little closet
my mum said it's for me to be safe
but i hate being alone in this place
it's such a small, empty space

a couple of gunshots outside
it's like this every other night
brother's not home right now
but i sure hope that he's alright

there's a clicking noise
it doesn't sound very nice
i hear footsteps down the hall
they're not mum's, they're too light

mister life-changer, i think that might be my brother
he told me you could make things right
but why don't you ever write back to me?
why don't you ever reply?

i want to tell you my dreams
i heard you can make them come true
just give me one chance, sir
it's worth it, i'll show you

i dream of a big wide world
where i can walk outside and not be afraid
a world big enough for every little brown girl
to skip down sidewalks and enjoy the day

i hope to move to the suburbs
buy a big house for mum one day
buy her leather bags and pretty dresses
and not a single cent she'll have to pay

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dear mister life-changer
i'm sorry there's blood on this paper
mum's bleeding out in the kitchen
someone shot her at the counter

mister life-changer
they told me to wait
i called the life-savers
they said, just wait

i don't know what to do
so now i'm back to writing to you
will you ever make a change?
will you tell me to wait, t—
wrote this poem that's a bit like a letter. context: a little girl living in kensington, philly, one of the most dangerous places in philadelphia, writes a letter to the congressional representative of her district. it's cut off at the end, and if i could, i would have added the sound effect of a loud gunshot. i think you would then understand how the story in this poem ends...
Eddie Starr May 2014
I at times can barely see, my life has become painful too.
Still I know that you have still rescue me in these times.
Drowning, barely can hold my head above the waters.
Still even though at times the sufferings are overwhelming.
Still I am standing, overcoming in this life that we live.
For it does not matter where we are at nor the situations.
For you are still God, redeeming your people no matter what.
This is why our Hope is in you, because you are the situation changer.
You are our life changer as well, cause you are our only Hope.
Arry Oct 2018
Tears run down, riding my indentations, as this beautiful opportunity will probably never come.
Future happenings succeed the present situations, or is just blindly believed by some?
Stretched out 20km road looks tinier than my geometric scale,
As this tutor named TIME works day and night to make us fail,
But this time my gaze has risen, my hands' bones crack to put and end to this tale!
Be the game-changer dude, now is the time or never will it be,
If standing still suffocates you then boost your feet and flee.
Be the game-changer girl, you're no less than none,
Your agile feet have been frozen, so demolish the ice-cage and run!
Be the game-changer, to live something called life,
Go explore the vast forest away from the beehive.
And on every step of this complicated journey, will you face a danger,
Or kick it away and forward you move, TO BE THE GAME-CHANGER!!!