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DieingEmbers Jul 2012
Independence came with chains
and intolerance
and death
and war.
Slavery the Indian nations the buffalo the American Civil War
Poet B Lee May 2010
They put us in glass boxes
And empty rooms with glass ceilings
We conform to make our ends, and we learn to muffle our feelings
Their inventions age into Standards, and they sell us their finest wine for a fee
No prison for this Queen
'Cause I like my ******* free...

They applaud our independance at first
Then tell us we are now too proud
Our voices once unheard are now suddenly too loud
Make sure you please the people
No heels too high, and no skirt above the knee
I wear no bra to imprison my womanhood
'Cause I like my ******* free...

Jiggle jiggle with hard *******, let them bounce naturally
I am every bit of my roots- I'm ***** happily
I'm not ashamed of their smallness
Despite their size, they  stand as firm and tall as mountain peaks
They're embarassed or jealous of my freedom
'Cause I like my ******* free...
  
Big or small, short or tall, even if one is size 'A' and the other 'B'
They are our imperfect perfections
They belong to you, they belong to me

Our country has learned to dictate through mandate
While they ******* themselves to higher power
I'm not ashamed of my nakedness and I look in the mirror after my shower

So if you think I need a bra
Then I will tell you you need to be imprisoned
My mind is mine, as is my body and they will never take my vision

They try to smother what they don't understand
I'm just evolving into the best Me
I know who and what I am...

...And I just happen to like my ******* to be free.
Queen Poetess B Copyright (c) 2010. All Rights Reserved.
David Hilburn Jul 2023
Liberate the train
Inch by inch, mile for mile
Speed is a waiting land, devoted to plain
Excuses and accusation, in the lips, all the while

Independance, is our reward
Found futures, in a problem silence, now
In last, the problems of candor before the words
Of compelling a heart to action, as if guidance allowed

Travel of the ******?
Suppose to wither with denial?
Sordid capture of a freer insanity?
Cares of presumption, to live with fear, filial?

Callous worth, we's of owed solemnity
Trading hunger for wheel's
Spare adroitness to tame a keeping nativity
Boxes of avarice, with purity to establish a host feel's

Rage, for a dream in the land
Set to firsts and lest we begin the dire harvest
Of an honest soul, that has lent avarice a hand
A thought for wishful patience, that has momentum to attest
People who know a date with infamy, notice a knocked door with best's and host's of more, problem's
ambition
found within my independance
pushing for who and for what
i am today
where I am today
The flares go up
we are going over the top
into the hail of bullets
breaking out to the other side

Watch the thousands fall
see the blood on mud
shattered bone, broken souls
in this no mans land

Let the poppies spit
as the clouds of war cover the stars
know my defiance
my life, alone in independence

No time to make friends
no time is my time
making wrongs in relevance
alone in independence


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Candyse Mar 2014
Flakes of crystal white
flatters through the cold winter night.
As she walks down the dark street
as the streetlights flicker and flashes.
Snowflakes catch in her eyelashes.
She left what all she knew.
She didn't know what to do.
She began to cry.
Then, she got a twinkle in he eye.
She knew where to go, a place she felt safe.
She ran down the sidewalk as fast as she could.
Tears billowed in her green eyes.
She knocked on the door.
When it opened all that she said was covered
in cries.
The man she loved came running down
the hall.
Into his loving arms she did fall.
She was tired of being underestimated.
She was tired of being hurt.
She was tired of feeling hated.
It was time for her to guide her own way.
That was the story of my Independence Day.
Don't plan your life around other people:
do what you want to do.

They, who would want to be around you
will be.
Karissa Olson Jul 2013
On this day of independance
I wear a shirt depicting the stars and stripes
I bought it at a department store depicting conformity and consumerism
I wear a bracelet made out of pennies, eight shiny Abe Lincolns
His faces looks up at me and speak of capitalism,
They whisper that pennies are all anyone has anymore.
My uncle yells "Happy Fouth!"
As he is brought forth another excuse to get drunk
And we light these fireworks as if they are exciting
As if we aren't just another typical family of American dreamers
Who keep blindly reaching for the elusive American dream.
Bharti Singh Mar 2016
Nature is the greatest teacher

Crooked trees in the forest
Standing tall, exibiting peace
Indicating individuality of beings
Teaching we can take imperfections with ease

Lucidity of water
Absorbing all colours, flowing free
Indicating true nature of mind
Teaching we can severe from conventions unkind

Air all around us
Remaining oblivious, fueling life
Indicating selfless presence
Teaching we can become generous saviours

Solidity of earth
Accomodating all, feeding life
Indicating endurance
Teaching we can be helpful with no expected return

Vastness of sky
Spanning across space, inspiring heights
Indicating grandeur
Teaching we can stand tall with big hearts

Agression of fire
Igniting dynamism, demonstrating hold
Indicating fearlessness
Teaching we can be creative yet bold

Steadiness of mountain
Defying age, exuding independance
Indicating determination
Teaching emancipation

Freshness of rain
Falling free, spreading coolness
Indicating calmness
Teaching we can be soothing to cold hearts

Shine of sun
Spreading warmth, sharing energy
Indicating synergy
Teaching we can be light to someone

Shimmer of moon
Soothing darkness, glowing in phases
Indicating change in times
Teaching flexibility as time changes

Glitter of stars
Decorating skies, falling in while
Indicating transient fame
Teaching we all fade out with time

And so on................

We must understand
We cannt live without nature
Nature can standalone quite
We need to learn from it
Wear its qualities and requite

Alas! We invariably live againt it
Amethyst Fyre Jan 2017
Grab my hand* he says
I know what you're going through
The cycles of firey independance
That you can make it, on your own
The wrenching despair
The flashing moment where you don't want to be here anymore
And it all seems so pointless
I know it
We don't have to be here anymore
Take my hand he says
I take his hand
And when the ensuing darkness falls around me
Like choatic endless falling stars
I do not run, I am relieved
My heartbeat is the last thing I hear before he leads me
Into the wild, overgrown garden of sleep.
You gave wings to my hopes
a chance for my talents
I wear your space like a coat of freedom
Your skies
As a hat of cornucopia
Your mountains
as an echo of love
your plains
as an ample cape of independance
Your oceans
as the children that you gave me

Colette Anne Naegle

copy rights 2006
Thank you America

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