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Carley S Jun 2018
I'm sorry.  Although I am human I can not change the temptation of others.  But the problem is that I am human.
Brenda Mukisa Mar 2018
Is it sugar
Or is it death
dirt* or nothing.
I think about it looking into my tea cup.
Just an idea in my head.
My over thinking, over analyzing mind

I think I am fat.
I hate being fat.
Then I see an amazing fat girl looking good in her jeans.
Her overthrow looks amazing and I want that

I want to be fat.

I could be small.
I tell my self.
I should eat way less and get skinny.
Fit in very tight jeans and have big hair.
The skinny girl yesterday looked amazing.
But would I

What if I cannot look good skinny.
I'd loose my **** and look weird.
What if I am those people who can never get small


I love food and good places.
Most of the times fat girls look awesome dressed up.
I am not skinny or fat.
I have never understood my body.
Sometimes I feel smart sometimes I doubt everything*

So, is it sugar? Is it dirt?
maybe I will never know
K A Mar 2018
Their perceptions and opinions
Their mindless inquisitions
"She's too quiet"
"He's too confident"
There's a wrong for any reason

Your "normal" isn't mine
And beauty - how do you define?
Those comparisons you hypothesise
Don't seem to justify
Your strength may be my weakness
But never should you standardise

The key is to appreciate
To respect
As well as tolerate,
To recognise the differences He creates
Such that we complement -
We come to one another's aid

Your weakness may be my strength
Yet never should I uncover
When I've been taught to instead discover
How flaws become wonders
If we sprinkle a little kindness
And what more with the reminder:
"This world won't last forever"
October 30, 2016
K A Mar 2018
You are just another
Another little fear
No matter how I fight it
It never disappears

You are someone quite defiant
One I'd rather not be near
But in time I start to question
Why then are you still here?

I know there is a reason
Perhaps just for a lesson
As conflicting as it seems
Who knows, we'll be a team?
November 7, 2016
K A Mar 2018
One step back;
That’s all it could take
They might bend and break
They shiver
And they shake

Another step back;
That gets them on their feet
They start to wander streets
They wonder
Will you meet?

More steps back;
That feel of something missing
They look and keep on searching
They’re empty
But they’re trying

Disappear;
This time they will figure
They realise they need you near
They regret
"If only you were here"
December 2, 2016
K A Mar 2018
If times are tough
They're making you tougher
The storms
So rough
You braved through -
Now you are bolder

Reflect, then realise:
Your trials lead you to treasures

Yet treasures become trials
When you neglect;
You transgress and you find
Your heart is turning blind

Realise, then remember:
Life here is never forever

But forever's in the next
And that's where we'd rather be
Let's steer back towards purpose
Together, you and me

His Book our compass
His Messenger our captain
His Mercy our ship
His Love our destination

To Him we belong
And to Him we shall return
April 28, 2017
K A Mar 2018
Never mind
if the world goes blind
to your giving - your deeds
your contribution;

those times you sow the seeds

Clear your heart
Check your intention
Make Allah the reason
In His Name alone;

never His creation's
August 8, 2017
komal aggarwal Apr 2017
She is going out,
By breaking all the protection of her house.
She walks straight and confident,
Without the fear of those society omnipotent.
When she smiles and lifts her pants,
It switly distract the man who is behind her back.
Wearing those raiment, which make her feel comfortable, without the shame of those thousand of trivials .
Hanging out with different peeps, won't make her character cheap.
By calling her a **** , ***** or escort
You are just showing up your own ****** thoughts.
                  Komal :)
Yashri Oct 2015
Seriously, Guys!
This is what I don't
I can't buy.
Like dogs, why do we fight?
When we can be kind and care
Why are people's souls filled with spite?
When love can fill the air

We are all originally
Simple Human Beings
We all have feelings
Feelings.

That one special gift God has bestowed upon us Graciously
That one special gift that separates that Monkey and Me

But are we
Being the good humans
We're expected to be

Are we,
To put it simply,
Being Human

Because, if we're not then...
We should Learn
If not
We'll never yearn
To
Be
Human

Open our eyes, ears
Hearts and Souls
To learn
To
Be
Human

Because we are Human,
Truly.
So we should be,
Obviously.
And write our own destiny

When our inner realization sparks
We would know in our hearts
That we've made a mistake
We would know that
HEY!
Why did we discriminate?
Why did we constantly hate?
When we all have blood of red
Which we often forget

When we all have two eyes
A mouth
And two ears
When, we humans, all
Have the capacity to fill oceans,
Lakes and streams
With our innocent tears

So
Step by Step
Hand in Hand
Let's all take a firm stand
To bring back
To rekindle
Our Beautiful World

When Humanity is Lost
We would not recover
We would not be able bear the price, the cost
When Love is over.

Lost with pointless
Battles and Wars
Lost due to endless
Violence and Brawls

There would be no return
So we should learn
Once again
To
Be
Human.




© SHREYA DRISTI
I'm afraid of what people are becoming. We are forgetting that we are humans first before anything else. Many have forgotten how to love. I hope Humanity is not lost because that would be the emotional end of this World.

I hope you all enjoy this poem. We are human beings but many of us aren't Being Human.

The title is inspired by Salman Khan's organisation Hehe.

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