with every inch
of our blood
we crave for
the soft life
the street is bloated
with pus of greed
while fresh wounds seek
the hand of virtue
for the tired, in reparation
for the made, in rumination
for the hurting, in salubrity
for the fallen, in solidarity
written in additive form progression: 1 word, 2 words, 3 words, etc.
It took years
It took years for me to love the color of my skin
To love the hair that grows out of my head
It took years to stop wanting to bleach my skin
To stop wanting to straighten my hair
It took years
To stop wanting to be anything but black
To stop wishing that I was never born.
But somehow, I still achieved it.
Even in the face of people that are hell-bent on hating us every single day.
I should be doing homework but I can’t focus
It seems like all this work will be for nothing anyway
Like our deathbed is only a day away
I should be studying for finals but I can’t absorb any information
Instead, I am sitting by the door waiting for my dad to come downstairs
Just so I can tell him goodbye and pray that he comes home
I should be planning my future
But instead, I can only focus on the next few hours
Waiting and waiting and waiting
For my dad AND mom to walk through that **** front door.
Hoping that my brother got home safe as well.
All because of the color of my skin.
Run away from hatred
Before it comes to feast on your heart
Burn your ego
Before it slowly burns you.
Run away from your yourself
Run away until you see only love
Love and hope for all
Love and respect for all.
The melanin in our skin,
leaves open a gateway for hate.
It is where violence and bigotry breed
at the hands of those meant to protect.
Was our skin color God’s mistake?
What is fed to us as seeds,
grows into fires filled with rage as we mature.
The cycle is inevitable, at best,
foreshadowing the entirety of our lives.
Placing those sprouted through hate into an inescapable prison,
filled with fires which cannot be extinguished.
Warranting these fires to burn within us, was God’s only mistake.
We will not be put out.
"Boys will be boys"
Is what parents teach their daughters
"But girls are not toys"
Is what they forget to mention
"Boys will make noise"
Is an excuse for their sons
"Girls should have more poise"
Is the rule for their daughters
"Boys can stay out late"
They can protect themselves alright
"Girls should be home before eight"
It's not safe for them outside
I wonder when will we
Change this gender game?
And teach our sons and daughters
"Both boys and girls deserve the same"
Never hit a girl. Plain and simple.
It's rude to call her names.
No looking up her dress
or down her shirt like some pervert.
Quit staring. She's not a piece of candy.
Definitely, no touching,
unless you ask first AND she says "yes."
Finally, NO means "100% stop! Get away from me! And don't try it again!!!"
why is it that the zombie can't speak?
why are zombies poor?
why are most vampires rich, educated and always dressed well?
LET'S STRIKE FOR ZOMBIE RIGHTS!
SCRIPTWRITERS AND FILMPRODUCERS HAVE TO MAKE A CHANGE.
Today is a good day.
Youtube: Falco - Junge Römer [Official Music Video]
for a woman
all too often
it's not about
that precedes her
but rather unfairly
like a stalker
it's what follows
closely behind her
men were terrified,
of the power females held
thus, women belied
“Women, they have minds, and they have souls as well as just hearts, and they’ve got ambition, and they’ve got talent, as well as just beauty. And I’m so sick of people saying that love is just all a woman is fit for."
— Louisa May Alcott