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Peacock Secrets Dec 2020
I am not mad at this flag
I am not sad at my map
I am not livid at legends and lines
I am not angry at stars and stripes
But I am certainly hurt
See I
Get targeted by
Not those, but by
People
Some white, some brown
Some brown, some white
who directly and indirectly
Direct shade at my light

People
Taught to hate my self-worth before it became self-evident, even to me
Taught jealousy of the mighty oak still asleep in its seed
Taught to feel needy even after they've over-filled their greed
Taught to steal whatever and whomever they want even after we've agreed
Tell me
Why lay waste to foundations that fathered humanity's nations?
What tree succeeds by strangling its deepest roots, its darkest leaves?
Why can't y'all post pillars while we build walls
How about we babble brooks while y'all till soils?
Who bewitched you into being a crab?
Our Beautiful blue planet, reduced to your crude barrel!

Allah Almighty, already
Described each creature's decree
there's more than we'd ever need
For all of you and all of me
So stop try'in. to take what's mine
My bounteous rights were bestowed by The Giver: The Equitable & Great!
And what only He could create
Only He could take!
That land and
This water
These trees
Our Freedom, our liberty, our peace
And many more than these
Pre-emptively pre-decreed
For each & every earthly being
So no, I don't feel fragile when I perceive
Humanity's brown, beige, black seeds
{Shout out Kalonji, google it, nigella sativa}
No, I don't see the need for hatred, jealousy, and greed
So much sadness and madness. Hence

I am not mad at my flag
I am not sad at my map
Not livid with legends and lines
Not angry at stars and stripes
But I'm certainly hurt
See I
Get targeted by
Not those, but by
People
Some white some brown
Some brown some white
Who indirectly and directly
Direct shade at my light
We're not protesting colors on cloth, we're protesting blood on pavement
Zack Ripley Jun 2020
life is full of ups and downs.
But we've been down so long,
I can't help but wonder...
When the time comes,
Can we even remember HOW
To get up?
And when will that time come?
When someone has the courage
To scream one word.
ENOUGH!
Enough kneeling.
It's time to stand and start healing.
But it's all or no one. So...
Have you had enough?"
Gift Gugu Mona Dec 2019
In the darkest hour of the night
During the hardest time of life
When unsure if things will be all right
You should pray!

When your mind lacks peace
And your heart is too broken to beat
When you struggle to stand on your feet
You ought to pray!

When some things do not make sense
And everyone close becomes distant
When your faith is shaken in an instant
You must pray!

When the sun is about to set
And your noontime is filled with tears
When the midnight is covered with fear
Wake up and pray!

When in the battlefield
And you have misplaced your shield
When there is no sign you could win
Look upon the hills and pray!


When the race becomes too long
And you cannot keep going on
When everything seems over
Kneel and pray!

For prayer will
Put you back together
Set you in a good place forever
Keep you going no matter what
Give you something to smile about
Remove the weight off your shoulders
Relieve you from discomfort
Heal even a gaping wound
Help you follow the right way
Take you through another day
Each and every day
Remember to pray
Because prayer works!
From My Mother's Classroom: A Badge of Honour for a Remarkable Woman
Marri Dec 2019
It's late.

Moonlight seeps into the room through the tiny cracks of dusty blinds.
It illuminates everything.
Touching the books on the shelf,
Caressing the plush carpet,
And landing ever so delicately on the girl knelt at the foot of her bed.

Her eyes are held shut,
Tears leak down the sides of her face,
Fogging her glasses.

Her arms are folded,
She's reverent,
And her head is bowed.

She breathes in and out with the sound of the fan waving overhead.
Her heart beats to the crack of the house settling beneath her knees.
She prays.

The cars drive by her house unknowingly,
The lights dash across the walls.
It doesn't distract her.

The buzz of her night light hums a mesmerizing tune,
Sweetly melodic.
She smiles through the tears.

The faint talk of another muffled through the walls,
She stays kneeling.

The tears don't stop streaming as the heavens open to her.
She raises her face to the ceiling,
Eyes still shut.
She sighs.

Kneeling there,
patiently,
She waits for a sign.

Outside a storm is brewing,
The rain begins to pour.
The thunder is lowly roaring,
Lightly tapping at her door.

Yet, nothing moves her.

She stays in place,
Still knelt,
Still praying with tears upon her face.

She sighs.
Bows her head once more,
And still held shut her eyes.

Some say she recites the Lord's Prayer.
Or perhaps a Psalm.
But maybe she just kneels, patiently waiting, staying calm.

"God, are you there?"
Blade Maiden Sep 2018
Deprive me
I don't need sleep now
Make me
Tell me not to go slow
Forsake me
Let's put on a great show
Take me
in all the ways you know
Shake me
off this dreamless night

Let us kneel in front of each other
one after the other
sweet juices to follow
you need to abide
and let me swallow
your pride
Inked Quill Jul 2018
Thankful for his collar
At my collarbone
His body
My Temple
Not my weakness
But strength
Deriving pleasure
When I kneel
Before him
And I stand
At his command
Hannah Beasley Feb 2018
A black kitten stumbles towards me
Its young features-
Prominent in the thick fog
The kitten, teetering on its small paws

I kneel down-
In these looming clouds
This kitten-
She rubs her head
against my outstretched hand

This poor little guy,
Not knowing where to go
Such a small speck in this big, big world

The fog blinds me for a moment-
And the kitten was gone
afteryourimbaud Oct 2017
Kudos to Kaepernick.

I just cannot drown all my beliefs and ideas, even if it contradicts my flesh and soul. When I heard that not standing up to the tune; that has always succeeded on sweeping all of the messes underneath the sad reality, to be deemed as subversive, I know that Rosa would definitely clench onto the seat tighter than ever.

Kneel, my friend, kneel.

To drag our body out there, all over the precious hills and fields, while acting as if the scale has always been set fairly beneath you all this time, will hurt you more than myself. How can a mere matter of things decide our future, our destiny? We shall shape our fate, you shall shape your own fate, and to be judged on the perception biasedly built in the name of order for thousands of years, is a situation that should not be endured by anyone or anything in a tiny dot within this vast universe.

Kneel, my friend, kneel.

And for that, I cannot stand proudly and profess my love to you as of now, even though I will always wear my heart on my sleeve for you to see. To be cheated, to be manipulated, to be deemed as surplus, by those at the tip of the plateau, that cunningly asked us to forget all the tangles and wrangles for the love of this sacred land, while unashamedly distribute everything off the land, off the ocean amongst them, is the last thing that we should allow to happen. I am one of those people that are not able to put on the mask on top of our meant-to-be honest faces, to say hail to the thief is worse than the eternal grief. I have never dreamed of burying the hatchet with them, not even for a second and if I ever do it, I shall be condemned and dismissed for forgetting the roots, the fons et origo of mine. To love you does not mean to stand still to the soulless melodies, to love you does not mean to bow down to the meaningless piece of cloth that has overseen countless infiltration and bombing over the years.

Kneel, my friend, kneel.

To love you is to fight for the rights of many, by any means, even by not standing up. When black is no longer the symbol of miserable, filth and calamity, we shall then breath with ease, stand on our feet and fully embrace the real meaning behind all those majestic words.

Kudos to Kaepernick.
Betsy Garris Oct 2017
Another day another crisis
In this world that feels Christless
Full of lives that must be priceless
As they spill out on the concrete
New disaster, a new hurricane
Mass shooting, new Garner, new Freddie Grey
The patriots pledge and turn away
As their own cry, "I can't breathe."

This, our land of the free
Bound by our own iniquity
Where are the hands, where are the feet
Is the church not called to more?
In her mass modern transgression
God's command we made suggestion
That we run towards oppression
And unlock the captive' s door.

Will the Church choose to stand tall
For every  victim of the fall
Show binding love and light to all
And act upon our creed
Or will we simply hide behind
Our pristine pulpits and our prideĀ 
While those for whom Christ Jesus died
We blindly leave to bleed?

|b.g.|
This is where I hit my knees in prayer and choose to love fiercely each soul I have been chosen to cross paths with.
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