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ZACK GRAM Sep 16
No comic or school books
What im about to say
Its why we are here.....
Somewhere along the way
They erased us
My geniology
Is fake they erased me
They lie in school
An lie on reality
Im king blood heir
That means by blood the land is mine
If the earth gave me
What blacks indiands an many slaves
Were offered
I  wouldnt take anything less
Besides the greatest generation
All of humanity ends at Z G
Look it up homie
Everyone sinned an goes to hell
Now that every man is involved
We evolve
Rise up
And become Gods
Yes Gods on Earth
Yes faster then light speed
Yes the bible creates an new light
Allah creates a new command
All religion nature
Nationality
Heritage
Its all *******
Media lies
Ask why isnt there a movie about Zack
Zack is heir
This biblical
Everyone lie to themselves
Weaker an weaker day by day
Everyone doesnt die *****
Just most you
But
Not me
No you lied
I wrote it down
George washington would be proud
He would say Zack
Im sorry we failed
1 movie
**** ancestry.com
I post the heirs why im not on tv
Every war traces back to me
It goes past alexander the great
Ask alexander jonahthan crow
He the last recipt online
Its a land document
Search new hampshire
Henderson home
Youll see ruth
The last an 1st cherokee woman chief
Thats when they started
After all this *******
I wont be suprised
If they found a man millions old
Had live top secret blood
An clone an create me
I have the ancestry
I also have the visions
Thr provisions
The inventions
Youre too poor an earths too tiny
A man like me just needs
To keep dying
Waking again
And again
This has to end let me live
All it takes is a day
A speech from the president
On how 120 years before birth
I was framed
Claimed
Slaved
I die knowing im not wrong
This needs to be on the news
All school books lie
Just ask Zack
Poet of our generation
Artist of our life
Ruler of our future intentions
And fortunes losses
My claims
I pray
Im running for president write me in
Ander Stone Apr 11
You break your back
To plow fertile their
Squalid earth.

You sweat
under the wailing sun,
Beneath their barbed wire
Whips.

You give your flesh
To satiate their hunger.

And what do you get in return?

A place for your head.

The chopping block.
Nat Lipstadt Dec 2020
things she doesn’t ask...

are they things,
she doesn’t know to ask,
or
are they things
to which,
she does not want to know
the answers.

my not knowing the answer to this puzzle,
drives me to distraction, her Mona Lisa smile,
accompanied by her noncommittal “whatever,”
hiding the answer, nearly leads me over a blurting edge,
but for my inevitable retreat, for the true question,
has a  truer answer, that comes as well, 
in question form.  

Why do I,


or do I,

want to know?
winter 2020
Casey Oct 2020
I hate being right about things
that I don’t want to be right about

Shame on me.
Guess I should’ve known better than to hope.
It hasn’t even been a week…
Chelsea Rae Sep 2020
I don't know if I stopped writing
Because I wanted to make sure you
Never saw the deepest parts of me Ever Again
Or
If it's because you broke me
So badly.
Cut
So deeply,
That it ripped out the deepest parts of me altogether.
You ruined me and you know who you are if you're pathetic *** is still stalking me from the shadows.
Zeena Miedema Jul 2020
Being understanding kind and nice does not always pay.
Telling yourself over and and over: They must be having a hard day.
Life is unkind and people don't mind.

Usually most people really don't mind unless it's about what they can do.
Life is so unkind and people most of the time are too.
And it makes no sense what they say to me about how they care when a duck dies.
But when a young person becomes homeless nobody cries.
Yet they tell me they think every life is so precious but some people are always fighting.
Trying to do the right thing.

But it doesn't pay.
It's just another hard and terrible day.
Where you have no control and love is impossible to find.
Life is unkind and people don't really mind.
When you've seen it you will find and you can feel it when you see it.
When you've known it and how it can hit.

So then maybe you can understand.
But then it kills you when you give someone a hand.
Because you know in the end you'll have to let go.
You can't, you can't save everybody.
Some people are born to always feel lonely.

Being understanding kind and nice does not always pay.
Telling yourself over and and over: They must be having a hard day.
Life is unkind and people don't mind.

Trying to be understanding and kind.
But nobody seems to understand it is what you'll find.
Loving, understanding, caring, always daring to fight so hard.
For the people you care for, don't fall apart and together try some more.

Holy sea of waves that we're running into.
Holy sea, uncontrollable, terribly hard, incredibly magical, fresh, pretty salty and blue!
It doesn't always pay.
But play.
Play in the water, hold each other.
In the water.
Play in the waves...
04-07-20
crybaby Apr 2020
entwined in the altogether
he calls me baby

we soul kiss as he caresses my complexion
he embraces me, I discern I am his
during the passion, he is mine

sundered, endearment is bygone
our romance is maybe
disoriented and forsaken, my days are now rainy
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