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No sacred book,
Or talisman,
No prayer,
Or synagogue
Or mosque,
Can ever change this truth,
Ancient and antiquated:
When two are in love,
No matter the gender,
Culture,
Or identity,
The earth moves in wonder;
The mountains bow down in awe.
Toxic yeti Dec 2018
It’s raining heavily
And the water
Fills out a
Red, blue, yellow, and white
Wheelbarrow
It overflows.
The water is the teardrops
Of my people.  
Wanting to be treated like a human
And to be free.
Halima A Dec 2018
Right to live they said, but are we living?
Right to equality they said, ever heard of the haves and haves not?
Right to freedom they said, then why do we hear the cries of protesters?
Right to worship they said, is it to worship them or God?
If hell is filled with fire, then is this hell?

Money value is higher than life,
Voices of the powerless are tunes to dance to,
Innocent cries are added lyrics to that tune,
Flowers of earth have stopped to bloom and shine,
Who cares! Let’s keep dancing with the same rhythm.

We are enslaved by those we chose to serve us,
We are trapped in our own minds,
We are robbed of our voices,
We are all cuffed in the guilty system,
Whoever stands for right is an enemy, but where is the innocence until proven guilty?

Religion is now a tool to create enmity,
Racism has become an open institution,
Politics is the main dish served for breakfast,
Hate is now a subject to home school our children,
Yet, we still wonder why humanity took a long holiday vacation.

Did you know that some nations are worth praying for?
Did you know that other nations are watched while they perish?
Did you know that it’s easier to hold a gun than buying a pen?
Are we entitled to question the calamities upon us?
Or should we change hearts to reach our destination safely?

As sunset to moon rise, we still have the strength,
For diversity, for equality, for peace and unity,
The bright future tomorrow is shaped by the beautiful today,
With togetherness comes love, kindness and tranquility,
Let’s not question but hope we should all be there.
Permanently placed
Heavily covered in lace.

Encased

Full of determination
Yet the lack of representation.
No sense of protection
High expectations
That lead to
Constant self evaluation
And even when you're good enough
If not better than
You still never are to them
They treat you as an object
You're not yet
But you might as well be
A wax figurine.
i Wrote this along with an essay of mine about the lack of woman representation in Congress, hope you enjoy it’s one of my fav poems I’ve ever written
Ammar Younas Nov 2018
These Rights, Those Rights
Big Rights, Small Rights
Natural or Divine Rights
Relative or Absolute Rights
Positive Rights, Negative Rights
Civil or Cultural Rights
Economic and Social Rights
His, Her or It Rights

I don't need collective Rights
I don't want individual Rights

Take back you all Rights
Give me just my one Right
Right to be left alone...
nosipho khanyile Nov 2018
Sometimes I wonder if
I have the right to be emotional about
someone else's pain.
My people want freedom
My people want peace
Our leaders are corrupt they do not lead
All man are born free
For us its a myth
We are all leashed
Unshackle us
Set us free
All men are born free and equal, and have certain natural, essential, and unalienable rights; among which may be reckoned the right of enjoying and defending their lives and liberties; that of acquiring, possessing, and protecting property; in fine, that of seeking and obtaining their safety and happiness (UNIVERSAL HUMAN RIGHTS OF MEN  DECLARATION)
kailee Nov 2018
its a right
not a prize
Girard Tournesol Nov 2018
The wind is full of shallow nothings
Drought, fire, vermin, climate, poverty
Rustling the leaves with a gossip
Deep roots will never hear
Offered in the age of "alternative facts."  Peace.
Jing Xi Lau Nov 2018
I can’t braid hair,
I trip over my own feet when I walk in heels,
I don’t paint my nails,
I have no idea how to do makeup.
But yes,
I am a woman.

Because being a woman is not wearing a tight skirt,
Hem above knees.
Flash a little skin,
Don’t be a *****.
Cover those up,
You ****.
Being a woman is not keeping your mouth shut,
Obedient at his feet,
Looking pretty.
Put pretty on your resume,
Put a smile on that face.

No,
Being a woman is building a home out of closed doors,
Bridging wage gaps with sticks and stones,
Thrown your way,
Finding healing where there was none,
Enduring the pain of a new life emerging from your womb,
Giving and forgiving,
Giving till the jar is empty.

My sisters,
You have so much more to offer,
To share with the world.
So don’t settle for pretty,

Never settle.
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