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Sydney Victoria Mar 2013
Tell Me, How Much Pain Can One Tear Contain?
What Is It Like To Stare In Hungry Eyes?
What Is It Like To Only Own A Name?
What Is It Like To Feel Cruel Genocide?

Children Watch As Their Mothers Slowly Fade,
Mothers Watch As Their Daughters Slowly Starve,
A Father Watches His Son Go To Trade,
As Tears Travel Down The Gully They've Carved

Haunted Eyes Softly Whisper To The Sky,
Disease Scuttles Through Brittle Broken Bones,
Hours Fill Their Schedule On Which They Cry,
As They Shuffle With Bare Feet On Small Stones

What Is It Like To Own Unearthly Eyes?
Why Does Our World Still Harbor Genocide?
Sydney Victoria Mar 2013
A Thick Chord Echoed,
Weaving With Sly Precision,
Through The Sleeping Trees,
At The Sound Of Such Beauty,
I Decided I Must Sing
Arooooooooooooooooo.....
Sydney Victoria Mar 2013
The Dull Dawning Sky Woke The Birds,
As It Metamorphosed In Grace,
The New Day Deserved No New Words,
For She Would've Taken Them With Her,
As Well As Every Waining Breath,
She Brought With Her Spirits For Life,
She **** With Her Spirits Of Death,
To Bring Them Back To The Heavens
I Get The Privilege Of Watching The Sunrise Everyday.. This Triolet Is A Little Off! Sorry Folks:)
Sydney Victoria Mar 2013
Sometimes

It

Really

Offends

Me

That

I

Am

A

Human

Being
Just Expressing My Anger
Sydney Victoria Mar 2013
My Fists Clench The Throat Of Anger,
My Knuckles Turning A Ghostly White,
They Chuckle At The Sight Of Them,
They Laugh At Their Native Tounge,
They Speak When They Have No Right,
They Break Hearts When They Have No Say,
They Steal Amition With Their Stares,
They Crush Courage With Their Glares,
They Are Nothing More Then Lessers Themselves
I Don't Care Who You Are.. If You're Racist You Deserve A Good Slap In The Face!

Her: So I Found This Somalian's Papers In The Bathroom Talking About How She Was So Upset That People Are Mean To Her Cuz She's Somalian So I Tore It Up And Threw It In The Sink. Stupid Somalis.
Me: Wow You're Not Racist At All.
Her: I Am Very Racist
Me: And You're Proud Of That?
Her: Yes... Yes, I Am

How Can The World Stand To Harbor This Hate For So Long....
Sydney Victoria Mar 2013
My Old Soul Is Trapped In A Body Too Young
Sydney Victoria Mar 2013
Momma And Daddy*

I Want To Say I'm Sorry For Everytime I've Yelled,
I Want To Say I'm Sorry Because My Spirit Was Shelled,
I Was Hiding From You When I Needed You Most,
But That Person Inside Me, Was A Parasite, A Host,
I Want To Say I'm Here Now.. I Am Really Me,
But Honestly I'll Go To My Grave Feeling Guilty,
Please Momma, Please I Know You Hate That I'm Still Sad,
I Want To Say I'm Sorry Because He Literally Drove Me Mad,
I Want To Say I Am Sorry Because I Am Seeing Only Grey,
When Color Is Just Over The Looming Horizon Yet I Stay,
But I Promise You... I Am Almost There,
And Momma,
Daddy,
I Want To Tell You I'm Still Young Inside,
That I Have Swallowed My Cinder Block Of Pride,
I Have Shed My Lipstick And Eyeliner,
And Now My Thick Shadow Of Hate Has Grown Finer

I Guess What I Am Really Saying,
Is Thank You For Believing In Me
Sorry, This Poem Was More For Me.. Forgivness Of Yourself Starts With The Forgivness Of Other People.. This Is My First Small Step (Apologizing To Those I Love Most) To Forgiving A Person Who Broke My Heart.
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