You see me crying loud,
with my heart on my sleeve.
They see me crying loud,
easy pickings, wishing I'd leave.

You pick me up,
telling me to be proud.
They push me down,
unwelcoming, I'm not allowed.

You tell me that I'm perfect,
because I'm so unique.
They tell me I'm ugly,
that I'm a freak.

You love me, smiling,
say they're ignorant, and wrong.
They hate me, scowling,
say I'm trash and don't belong.

All the while, I ignore the hate
and welcome the love.
My heart sings proudly,
as I hold my beloved.
I yearn for your unconditional love
but you ignored me;

Yet I found some love
in your ignorance.

..which makes me alive.
Clearly, I am no match for your level of ignorance. But I take comfort in it.
Blind in one eye,
Blind in two.
Short Sighted a many,
But the Scattered, few.
Helmets, protect the Short Sighted,
From a great deal, a plenty.
But for what they see,
What a pity.
Making for difficulty,
You don’t see.

The Scattered, listen.
We don’t lie.
I don’t feel like we’re living,
We’re living to survive.
elliot day Jun 7
When boisterous winds shave the castle,
dizzy monarchs crumble with age,
and leave gold for greedy heirs
who never felt that life was a cage.
A knight surrenders, the kingdom lacks luster
for the throne has fallen to an ignorant mage.
e.d.
Kaleigh lynn May 22
I sat under the wispy willow tree, his head lying on my knees, I'm heartbroken in fear he will leave, walk down that dark path with no look back, for now, he is mine to tears no crying, in spite, and ignorance of the belief he is not lying, he is, and his soul is slowly dying for he knows the pain he puts me through, it hurts when the girl he loves is not you.
Kyla Duncan May 18
without war
we wouldn't know the meaning of peace
but I'd rather stay in the dark
and not appreciate the word
than learn the hard way
how fragile it can be
Brent Kincaid May 17
We’ll steal their pensions and their land
Won’t that be amazing and grand?
And there’s not a stinking thing they can do.
We’ll blame it all on the opposition
Then take an outraged position.
They’ll elect our congress and governors too.

USA, USA
How many brown people
Did you kill today?
GOP, GOP
Which of your promises
Did you break today?

We’ll concoct a bunch of lies
And convince all the unwise
That everything we say is the truth.
We’ll fool the older Republicans
And win some undecided fans
Everything but the clever and the youth.

In no time at all, we’ll succeed
And underscored with greed
We’ll take this gullible country back.
The Democrats will help us to
Do everything we plan to do
Because the dummies chose to elect a black.

USA, USA
How many brown people
Did you kill today?
GOP, GOP
Which of your promises
Did you break today?

Our war against intelligence
Is really making a difference
In getting voters to not smell a rat.
The richest civilians are helping
With the lobbyists they’re buying
And we gratefully tip our MAGA hat.

They are letting us make laws
That defy any philanthropic cause
Except when we get our hefty share.
We deny them their health and aid
And needn’t be the least bit afraid
Republicans will ever become aware.

USA, USA
How many brown people
Did you kill today?
GOP, GOP
Which of your promises
Did you break today?
Brent Kincaid May 14
Gooder and Badder
Bedder and fadder
What are Americans saying?
Boddle of wadder
Mudder and fodder
What is this game we are playing?

Funner and betterer,
Pitcher and ledder
They expect folks to unnerstan
Gimmes and wannabes
Mundees though Sundees
A hunnert and ten grand.

Gooder and Badder
Bedder and fadder
What are Americans saying?

Reedikullis and eeleegull
Furrin kinds of peepul
Should learn American English
Even when it’s ignernt,
And sounds  a bit differnt,
A definite bitch to distinguish.

Boddle of wadder
Mudder and fodder
What is this game we are playing?

Inneresting innerlopers
Drunky junky goat ropers
That’s what they think strangers are.
Our dippy high schoo dropouts
Don’t care what education’s about
And only care about today’s sports stars.

Gooder and Badder
Bedder and fadder
What are Americans saying?
Boddle of wadder
Mudder and fodder
What is this game we are playing?
Kayla May 10
She
She
Closes her eyes at night
Thinking if it will ever get better
This life she was born into
She  
Always imagines  
What it would be like
If she was her
She  
Imagines what it would be like
If she lived in a different body
One that was not her own
She
Will grow up
Wishing she was different  
In a different body  
She  
Will not give up
Even though she will never be someone else
She will always be her
She
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