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monica zindy Jan 21
Was Martin Luther King’s dream accomplished?
Its monday the 21st of january, today is one of history’s most cherished days.Its the day we remember the works of martin luther king and his dreams.He is one of my greatest life inspirations because I rise my ideas from hate,pain ,racism and colorism.

As quoted ; ‘I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where there will not be judged by their skin colour but the content of their character,’

We have read so much of Martin Luther King and his desire to promote human equality. Can we say his works were worth it?
Its the hate and pain of colorism that is killing me silently.The disgrace of poverty to fight back the insults of the enemy, giving me power and willingness to write in continuation of the dreams of martin luther king and maybe be that african lion who tried to learn how to write in hope that stories of history cease to glorify the hunter.
Who am I you may wonder, to write against the masters? Yes am dark skinned and poor, am african and do not meet up to the european standards of humanity.I own nothing apart from my brains to qualify me for respect in world activities.Am not a man, am not a *******, am not a thief, am not aggressive and am not sick am just a dark skin black girl. These negative labels are my skin’s burdens.This skin is locked in chains of slavery and negativity.

I thought martin luther king worked so hard to see that one day his works will benefit the coming black generation against colorism and racism.The coming generation which is now our generation.If martin luther’s dream was a reality, why are we still valued in accordance to our skin colours?His hopes were just a word spoken and forgotten without impact.His dream is still a dream of many of the black generation.
His dream is also my dream,a dream of hope there will come a generation where black skin people will travel and live on any land of the earth without having to live through any generalised judgmental stereotypes.insults and disrespect.

I hope there will come a generation where dark skin black women will be treated with respect in their difference and never be pulled down of value for not meeting up with the expected european standards of human
The Calm Aug 2018
How am I supposed to explain...the pain
to someone that wouldn't lend an ear...to hear
my fear about towards people in blue....who to you
seem like heroes, people who do.....only what they have to
You admit that some are corrupt, some aren't right
but black people need to coop, you think we always fight
against people that carry guns? have all the might?
historically oppressing people of color, have been the plight
I have done nothing wrong, but still my hands I raise
heart beating out of my chest, eyes are glazed
I feel them filling up, and I'm amazed, that I feel total fear
I feel depraved, but I have done nothing wrong,
is being black, just enough to play the song, to take us back
to Jim crow and his friend, ancestors in a shack,
shackled up by their hands, feet and on their back
is the American dream, American promise,
It said I promise you can be free, I promise
but here I am 200 years later,
flashing red and blue lights behind me, light a light saber
I smile, I'm courteous, I'm kind, put on my best behavior
hoping I'm not sent to meet my maker
because I've done nothing wrong
A story of getting pulled over for a random traffic stop and feeling an irrational, heart pounding time of fear
Michael King May 2018
We contradict here, all the premonitions of old,
that as hollow men and women, we should rise,
and take into our hand a pre-existing cause,
to band together, kindred of our character.

Though we strive to be forbidden to the difference,
harvested collaborators to our unrestrained hearts,
As our spirits try to ascend, we prohibit their actions.
We are bidden, overridden, and we are ******.

Did we grip our brother’s hand when he was losing?
Did we tend our mother’s hurt when she was broke?
We deprived our very sister, to implore till she was dead,
and we refereed the fingers, which fed us until they bled.

As a single man once intoned, on a stairway miles away;
We must subsist and struggle as one great homeland,
carry our neighbor’s burdens as though they were our own.
one kin, one race, though the color of skin may diverge.

Let us not stop in our virtuous endeavor, our strong destiny,
We are Lords of the future, master and slave, there be none.
We have risen from the catacombs of supreme despondency,
have accepted the heretical pressure of a ruined significance.

The night is no longer our mission; we travel unstained portals,
those which have always foreshadowed our meager gains.
We live for love, and cannot only give earned compassion.
We must love for the sake of devotion, and the sake of bounty.

We will take the apprehension of the mother, and the father,
and we will pacify it, will comfort their woes, and they will smile.
We will teach the child to go forth into the Dark, an existing torch,
upholding what we see as the shadows of bravery and optimism.

And when the times comes, and we lay down to die in peace,
we go, knowing the world had its little exploit of freedom,
its earned hope, not wasted, against bleak souls of the depraved,
having permitted the sun to shine; smiling as we resign to fate.
Nova Born Jan 2018
The rose bush has so many roses
a choice for every person that wanders by
the one that is closest, or the one far and high?
one man saw these roses
all the choices in the bundles
he saw the one that had no thorns
he saw one with many leaves
and then he saw the rose with the most thorns,
one that surely meant destruction
if touched..
but on that morning
one man reached up,
gently grabbing that rose
not being pricked until the last moment,
for that rose had the darkest petals and the lightest ones,
swirling in a chain
that man knew he had His Rose,
and that man has a Dream
for the people of the future
to be like that rose.


He succeeded
causing anger and his death
but also a future
The Future of The Dark and Light Rose.
Sorry i haven't been on, just been busy on my new server on blockheads, called "Dragon & wolf Rp"
If you wanna check it out..
this poem is about Martin Luther Kings Jr., and basically is about how he made a choice that was hard, and actually made it there. I know it's late, was planning on doing it sooner, but better late then never!
Logan Paul Dec 2017
It turned green with envy
when it saw that people
didn't need it to be happy.
MARK RIORDAN Jul 2017
MARTIN LANDAU HAS PASSED AWAY
THIS TAPE WILL SELF DESTRUCT
HE WAS THE ORIGINAL ETHAN HAWK
WHEN DISGUISES WERE A MUST


WHEN SPACE TRAVEL WAS IN THE FUTURE
WE HAD SPACE 1999
MARTIN LANDAU WAS THE LEAD
A GREAT ACTOR OF HIS TIME



LIVE LONG AND PROSPER SPOK USE TO SAY
LANDAU TURNED THIS ROLE DOWN
ONLY IF HE KNEW WHAT STAR TREK WOULD BE
A CULT FOLLOWING AND SO PROFOUND.
A GREAT ACTOR HAS PASSED AWAY THE ORIGINAL MISSION IMPOSSIBLE. ALSO SPACE 1999. WOW IN 1976 WHILE WATCHING SPACE 1999 I THOUGHT WILL THIS DATE EVER COME WOW AND NOW I SAY SUCH A LONG TIME AGO. TIME JUST MARCHES ON.
Dwalker Jan 2017
Are you seeing what I'm seeing
Do you smell what I smell
Do you breathe the air I breathe
Or is this all just me

Tell me know
Is this what you want
Out of the mouth of Martin Luther King Jr.
"Darkness can't drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate can't drive out hate; only love can do that"
We can't hate something that we created
We made them mad
We fired them up
We stand on democracy's front lawn
You stand where you stand and the ground will continue to move around you
Be tainted
Be rude
Be ******
Be crude
But don't put words in our mouths or take them out of context
Don't riot and charge
Be strong and stand where you stand for how ever long

We can walk these streets from La to D.C
We can scream at the top of our lungs
Until we can't breathe
We can fight with our words and our hearts as we please
Because we have the right to free speech
We have the right to free press
We have the right to protest
But the fire is not a right
Disturbing the peace
Not a right
What ever we have left keep it please

On May 21, 1979 a riot took place
Causing people to break windows
Burn police cars
And fight so brutally
That riot had a name
White Night
See these people wanted to fight for what they thought was right
The intention was good yet the way that it was presented was hellish
On April 12, 1861
The bloodiest war of American history began
It started with the nation fighting over an issue
A big one too
The president at the time some people liked
Others hated
He spoke a speech so that everyone could hear that the issue was now taken care of
That is what he thought
It sparked what we all know as the Civil War

Please tell me now
Is this what you want
To create a war
A dysfunctuon
Out of the mouth of Harvey Milk
"Hope will never be silent"
Your  hope, my hope, his hope, our hope
It will never remain silent
Yet a riot is not what they need nor what we need
So march down these streets from La to D.C
Take on the people we never see
They could take the bull horn out your hands but they can't take the fire out of your voice
Be strong
Be peaceful
And be bold
Keep on fighting

Are you seeing what I'm seeing
Do you smell what I smell
Do you breathe the air I breathe
Or is this all just me
History repeats it's self more than anything.
This is more than just a poem or a thought. It is a realization.
Ju Clear Nov 2016
Bob sang about it
Martin dreamed it
John  and yoko did too
Jo spoke out
As Europeans we were close
One world one love
Leaders unite
Listen to our past
Make peace top of the pack
Lets not go back
Evolve for unity
Let's get together and be that all inclusive
one world
One love
Inspired by those that stayed true too peace love unity
Prisoners of their own success

Their world now micro-sized

Fan adulation to excess

Their love is just disguised

Their objects of affection

Live their lives inside a bubble

Leaving their prison, though it's self imposed

Could bring them worlds of trouble

A truck driver from Tupelo

A pop band from the 'pool

A superstar from Hoboken,

And one...the King of Cool

The superstar from Hoboken

Became the Chairman of The Board

If you made it into his 'rat pack'

You knew you'd really scored

His movies and his music

Made him the world's number one

But he had to minimize his world

When someone stole his son

His boy was kidnapped, truthfully

Back in 1965

And through his contacts in the mob

He got his son back home alive

This is the price of fame folks

Behind the glitter and the glam

They've got to have their safety

But the fans don't give a ****

Prisoners of their own success

Their world now micro-sized

Fan adulation to excess

Their love is just disguised

Their objects of affection

Live their lives inside a bubble

Leaving their prison, though it's self imposed

Could bring them worlds of trouble

The Memphis Mafia gave protection

To The King of Rock and Roll

But, by choice his world got smaller

And he went into a hole

He built a house in Memphis

To protect him from his fans

And thanks to Dr. Feelgood

He died a lonely, broken man

He couldn't live the life he earned

He was a prisioner instead

It's a shame he has more value

Now that he is dead

Prisoners of their own success

Their world now micro-sized

Fan adulation to excess

Their love is just disguised

Their objects of affection

Live their lives inside a bubble

Leaving their prison, though it's self imposed

Could bring them worlds of trouble

He'd a partner and was cool

He was suave and sang songs

And he worked with a "fool"

They conquered the nightclubs

They were known near and far

But his created alter ego

Lived his life at the bar

He ran with Frank Sinatra

He was the King of Cool

But when The Chairman started lessons

Dean was right there in his school

The Beatles broke in Hamburg

But way back in sixty two

Their bubble was just forming

There was nothing they could do

They lived their life behind the scenes

For when they did go out

The girls would all go crazy

And the world would twist and shout

Privacy came hard for them

They went four separate ways

These four young men from Liverpool

LIved life inside a maze.

It's sad that adulation

takes their freedom, makes them hide

But they're safer locked away from us

They're safer locked inside

Prisoners of their own success

Their world's  now micro-sized

Fan adulation to excess

Their love is just disguised

Their objects of affection

Live their lives inside a bubble

Leaving their prison, though it's self imposed

Could bring them worlds of trouble
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