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It has always been this way
And always will,
History demands it.
Weak minded, downtrodden, ungrateful
Foolish slaves and peasants
We are all that and more
To our emotions.
But while enough strength remains
To raise a hand
We will fight back
Even at the risk of losing everything
The little we have
We will fight back - we must
For no-one should stand
In another's shadow.
LjMark Oct 2015
Remember those old sitcoms
Some of us grew up with
How they used to make us laugh
When life for some seemed so carefree

All in the family, Barney Miller, the Jeffersons
Those were what showed for me after school
And I got used to them and the stories they told
Creating a mindset in me that lasted decades

But understanding life better today
My views have changed
And my heart has softened
It saddened me wondering how I'd have felt
If I was gay and had to watch those shows

The bigotry was so blatant and cruel
The words, the treatment, the ridicule
I watched the disrespect so open in the 70s
And felt so sad for my gay friends who endured it

I cry for you all now
How that all must have hurt
Breaking your spirit just turning on a TV
And not knowing if your feelings would be crushed

Today many of my friends are gay
I recently came out as trans
And I find myself deep within the LGBT community
In heart and mind, body and soul

Life is a road with so many turns
And the point of this is
That what we thought we knew about ourselves yesterday
Often leads us to a life today so different we never would have imagined it

Let go the ugliness of the past
And embrace the beauty and wonder of today
Get to know anyone you don't understand
And love and care for them, and you'll see inside we're all the same

by Lj Mark 2015
This was just a jumble of thoughts, excuse my words for not rythming or being more coherent.
AJ Sep 2014
Bang!
He's down
Bang! Bang!
He's not getting up
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He's dead
Bang!
Just to be sure
Violence against Blacks is not a new thing. Institutionaled violence against Black people is a problem. Always has been. I personally know people gunned down by the very people who vowed to protect us for petty reasons yet it was justified and no one was held accountable. When will it end?
Don't Exist Apr 2014
(P.S this poem is really not poetic and very direct)
The system in America *****
too many questions and not a lot people answering them
unless you are favored by society
I'm tired of all the discrimination
But it can't be entirely destroyed
as it is needed to advanced society in the first place
I'm tired of the immoral behaviors
but they are the things that redefine our morals in society in the first place
People shooting and ******
murdering and committing suicide
and as usual the system don't do anything
they are just waiting
waiting  until that chance come
until they will be able to produce a new world order
but then they are waiting
they are waiting..
they are waiting??
They are waiting !!!!!
We still have a chance
a chance to change the future
a future for the betterment of tomorrow
But can humanity sacrifice for change?
We are not ready

Nobody is ready to sacrifice our homes
nor our families and friends
nor our jobs
and it's amazing that these are the major things that we are sacrificing
only three
but we held high values on it
even though those things were created by people they never even meet
so until that sacrifice come
I will sit here writing prose poetry
waiting for that day to come...
Hope you learn something
Anastasia Braun Jun 2014
Stand tall
Stand proud
They tell us
But how can we stand at all?
When we have been beaten
And broken
And stripped of our identities.
The past is not
Just the past
It is our fears
And our memories.

This is a fight
For basic human rights
And we will not surrender.
Because love
Is about love
And not about
Gender.

We have to break this cycle
The cycle of hate
And the cycle of oppression
Because too many people
Have fallen victim
To depression.

Love is blind
Which makes society deaf
Unable to hear the pleas
Of the people who would rather
Choose death
Than live in fear
In fear of being who they are.

So stand up for what is right
Stand up for those who
Cannot stand for themselves
Those who feel they have
No voice.
What society must learn is that:

Ignorance is a choice

Who you love is not.
My first poem

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