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Peter Roads Feb 2017
For this tree loves everybody
it is bright, it is lovely, it is … short
truncated yet hopeful
all the colours of the rainbow
This tree does not care who you ****
or what you put in to which hole
This tree has no holes, no cracked old bones
just a spectrum, a bole covered in a gentle bark
no reprimand, no judgement, an open elemental heart
It has no plateau of leaves to offer shelter
but it is here and it loves you whether
you care for the woods, for the rain or not
This tree loves everybody
Its bark is deep, it is cracked, it is flawed
and though it is aged and short, truncated
by fate and the nature of this place
it is unbowed echoing all that we hope
will come to pass, for this tree is yours
it grows all the colours of the rainbow
Let it brighten your grey sky grey day
Let it remind you that things may yet change
Let it smile for you when you can't raise
enough brightness inside to chase away
all that we've lost, all that we fight for
For this tree loves everybody
and so can we all,
                       so can we all,
                                      so can we all
I came across a rainbow painted tree stump when strolling through the city. No sign, no placement or refined purpose to it. It simply was, a simple statement of support for gay rights? Perhaps, perhaps it was just a painted tree stump... and it made me smile.
xmxrgxncy Feb 2017
What right have you
to tell her she's not beautiful
to press her till she can't breathe
to make her believe she's nothing?

What right have you
to push her around
to deflate her self esteem
to carve her heart out?

What right?

None.

So *******.
Knights Feb 2017
Tis a shame, for the ones who can see are the ones who are truly blind
For the ones who have ears to hear, lack the ability to listen
For the once who have gifts to share are selfish to share them
For the ones who have a voice to speak decide to keep quiet
For the ones who have a brain lack the thought to think
Ronjoy Brahma Feb 2017
बे हादोरनि गासैबो हाब्रु-हाद्रिखौ
गावनि मोदोमाव फुन्नानै लागोन
आरो गोगो बे हादोरनि दैसानि दैजोँ
गावनि मैलाखौ गावनो सुनानै लागोन
समाय लायो आयै आंबो
नोँनि दुखुनि मेगननि मोदैखौ
आरो नोँनि गोसो-गोरबोनि मोदैखौ
आंनिनो आखायजोँ हानायमानि हुगारनो
बे हादोरनि मोनजारोङै हावरियाफोरनि
दुखुनि गाबनायखौ जेरैबाबो होखारनानै
हालुवाफोरनि नांगोलजोँ सुजुनाय जारिमिनखौ
मुलुगाव जेरैबाबो फोसावना होगोन
जाय मोन्थाइखौ सेखनानै लादोँ सुसिगिरिया
जेरैबाबो हा बिगोमानो गथायना होगोन
जोबोद सैथोथार बे जारिमिनखौ
माब्लाबाबो सोबखग्राया खोमोरनो हाया
बे हादोरनि बार आरो दैसाया रोजाबो
बे हादोरनि जिबि आरो दाउसिना रोजाबो
बे हादोरनि मिथिँगाया सल' खिन्थायो
समाय लायो आयै आंबो
बिगोमानो गथायना होगोन गासै मोन्थाइ
थिखोना होगोन गादब जानाय गिरिनो
बिसोरनि मोखांआव मिनिनाय लाबोगोन
आरो समायना खालामगोन आबाद दुब्लिखौ
जेराव रसा नाङा बे हादोरनि फिसाफोर
Julie Grenness Feb 2017
Is this what you believe?
"We're all born equal," you see,
Is this what 'human rights' looks like to thee?
No, I read about discrimination,
Racism, and slavery in many nations,
Bigotry, armed conflicts, starvation,
Where did you get to, equality?
Is this what 'human rights' looks like to thee?
Feedback welcome.
Clem Jan 2017
Nasty.
Things have started
to get nasty, people
have stopped pretending
that they are not evil

the fabric of fake nicety
has been scorched down
and we fight in the face of
a wrinkled green gremlin

whose name is many
whose language is disgust
whose heart is sealed shut
whose pride is gleaming ****

Disgusting.*
How did we get here? we
huddled, tired, hungry & poor
standing at her pale jade door
being told we’re a liability

pushed out of homes we own
and families we’ve raised
to the streets, making noise
fighting though we’re so tired

It’s how they want us—
tired from years of fighting,
too tired to keep on.
But we’ll never stop.

Though their name is many,
ours is more. The teeming
multitudes arise to take

his place. We protest. We resist.

Nasty.
The gloves are off,
and we persist.
the lost girl Jan 2017
"let there be light," he said.
and there was the light*
we lit our cigarettes
and burned down our lives
no I can't handle this song
no I can't even rhyme
cause it's so meaningless
to always be undone

so tell me what to do
Just tell me what to do...
Sinfull hands
aimless minds
Perry Madison Jan 2017
Seasons change and life goes on,
my scenes switch off, times are gone with words
From CT, to New York, to Colorado, the world’s voice I’ve already heard.
But not everyone can see the world’s treasures in their face,
the beauties, people, lights and sounds across this finite space.
Or felt the stars in their souls, that’ll disperse one day
It’s not the case, so please sit down, and listen to what I say:

We’re all too busy honing in on things that shouldn’t stand out
Like why I speak the way I do, with etiquette and class
why I transcend the lines between specific roles
in what I say and how I act

I say:
Why question and judge the little things I do
in my life, which isn’t yours
to the point where you cut off ties and contact that never had been forged
Because your preformed images of a bisexual, black guy
warps your eyes and makes you blind, way that can’t be right, because
across time the blind eyes symbolizes truth
so these illusions in your way, blocking you in sooth,
serve no purpose, see the light and accept the natural proof.

My hair’s not *****, my behavior varies to where
it fits no norms. I’m beyond your views, don’t you see?
It’s the eye of the storm.

I say:
It doesn’t stop at me, no, no. It spreads beyond these walls
and affects those who are different, who break society’s “laws”
Wars and fights over basic things are all I ever hear,
beliefs, gender, color, orientation,
the common fight is fear

Fear to be seen as an abomination  
to break or fall from grace
To stay hidden from their true potential
for their own safety’s sake

I say:
That’s no way to live a life of
chances, hope and purpose
to live in shadows, cold and alone under
a hidden surface

I’m here to say that there’s no shame
in being who you are
to break the norm and stand against those
who dare to change your ways, to those who can’t accept
that life’s about change.

Why do I say such things? Why do I speak?
Why do I stand as one?
Our fate’s o n a string, the strong and meek
we’re all united under one sun.

I say:
We’re all human, how hard is it to understand that we’re the pieces
of one heart, united in a common band.
If we don’t accept this, how far can we go?
Surely we won’t last, but if we rise above this fog,
the human spirit will ever last against whatever
time and space may throw, whatever darkness we may fear.

Open your eyes, your ears, your heart
Because I say this: It all starts here.
Wrote this in High School
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
I was told I would be safe when we put down our guns,
But it seems to me like we **** people before they can run,
Its a disaster,
If you oppose you are shunned,
We act like we're the masters,
But even children have only one,
And how dare you think,
That any of your emotions are worth more than a life.
Scott Hamsun Jan 2017
For some reason it seems that the people who most often attack racism, intolerance and bigotry, always embody those exact words.
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