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The Calm Jun 2017
Shoot me, You might as well, cause I'm a threat
A threat to your system, a threat to your net
profit and status quo, so pick up that gun shoot me and pray to the ground I go, and when you bury me you better call me a madman and pray that the martyrs don't grow

You may as well shoot me Mr.Police officer,
It may put your employers at ease
One bless black man with a heart of power
One less antibiotic to your disease
Don't forget to tell me I'm resisting, don't forget to tase me til I fall
Don't forget to choke me so those listening won't hear my struggles, my calls
Don't forget to have the media depict me as a ****, and a criminal and a menace to society
Don't forget to  reprimand and berate me
Remind  your older white listeners that my kind, my skin color
is still not considered American Propriety
But more like American property, disposable goods

So **** me, the cameras are recording but don't worry you'll get off free
Might be just a conviction but your *****'s new henchmen and ***** still got the key
A couple months paid administrative leave so you can sit on a beach, drink some ice tea
Mad that you can no longer put chains on our wrists so you put handcuffs instead
No longer pulling whips across our backs so you bury hot burning lead
No longer working your fields for all to see but instead privatized free prison labor with your warden holding the key.

Martin told me when he us that he had a dream
I got his same DNA in my bloodstream
And in every cell in my body I feel the effect, I teem
I boil I scream, when I see a black mother or father gunned down by police men and the children witnessing the death, the blood, the stream.....

I scheme, and when I sleep, I dream
And when I dream it's bad news for you
to avenge those we lost by crimes, undue
To put a stop to all of you.
Words by T May 2017
Study. Study hard. Study again.
You cannot achieve without some pain.
The pressure to preform
Has become our norm
Our grades are so important
We need some reinforcement.
Pushed to the brink
Forced to sink
Underneath all these books
That we don't even have time to look
At what we've become
Our bodies are so numb.

It's time to see
That you and me
In our minds
We need to find
A way to tell them
To end this mayhem.
We're in too deep
We need our sleep
I cannot go on any longer
It's time to conquer
The fact that our mental state
Needs to rehydrate.

Our bodies are tired
We're no longer inspired
To play this game
Of academic fame.
I was inspired to write this due to the fact that my mental health is no longer sustained due to grade 11
beth fwoah dream May 2017
"where night is....a boy of
steel"

i've been missing
my heart
sweet boy,

as if the core
of me
was never
there,

blue icicles
like rain drops
that once burnt
like a dying star,

stolen from you
because no
sea could hold
it back,

because it
only wanted love
and some people
just can't take
something that genuine,

and this is what i've
said, so let me now say
that i have now got it back

and my love will never
be held from you again,
my heart burns

with a poem's fire
and for you my love,
grey shore that i reach,

song of the leaves melting
in light and shadow,

and i do melt for you,
the dream of you,
your presence

the chill of my
back bone, the
thrill of my mortal
heart,

love, the swift
bird hanging like
a hammock to
the sky,

love, the only
conceivable way

play with me,
boy of steel
where summer
cries at our
molten bones

centuries of sky
sip forgotten
landscapes,

play with me,
lover, and i'll
love you
the way you wish
to be loved.
Wanderer May 2017
I am feeling inspired tonight
I am not sure if its the coffee
or the music that has me in this place
but its been a while
since words slipped out this easily
and I enjoy being back in this state
Dark Smile Apr 2017
i will not stop
not even when everything inside of me
is burning
struggling
fighting
begging to stop
begging to take a break
i will keep pushing on
i will do it
i won't stop
not even if the last shred of my restraint
is gasping for air
saying
please stop i can't hold back anymore
i will appear vulnerable to the world
because vulnerability is not weak
and i'm anything but weak
i will rise again
*resurgam
Lately, I've just been through something that really upset me but I am more determined than ever to prove them wrong. I will still rise.
h b r Apr 2017
i have just stuck a needle
through your ribs
you made a little flutter
but are quiet and still now

your eyes are dark and striking
and your legs are spindly
a little clumsy
you were supposed to go places

forgive me:
you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen
delicate, dusted in gold, and sweet
i wanted to keep you forever
(inspired by William Carlos Williams, "This Is Just to Say")
D Apr 2017
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and so even after
the sun goes down
and the stars
out shine the moon,
I'll still love you

*I'll still love you
"even after nights of breaking apart
while you were falling asleep,
my mind is still haunted
by all the memories --
of you, of me."
.
.
Nath Apr 2017
The road which I took awhile ago,
Is a long winding path and narrow,
At the borders from where my feet stands
Are the remains of dirt and burrow
I look beyond bending horizon,
Behind the mountain the sun had gone
The violent wind blew, clouds had flown
The gradient sky to pitch-black it turned
Then the lonely silver moon had shone
while the sea of stars danced on its light.
This might be the hundredth time I wrote about the sky so please bear with me.
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