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Poetic T Jun 2018
For doors are many
      and each one has no lock.
For gods are words of the mind
           unkept delusions of mans past.

We need to unlock the humanity
  of ourselves and see we aren't
           just one,
we are in fact the many
                       that make the whole.

Knowledge is the key that opens
                                 our potential,
not to bend on knees like
                        slaves to nothingness...
Ivan Brooks Sr Feb 2018
Upside down she hangs
from the stainless steel pole
She moves as her legs swings
Holding firm as she plays her role
Cat calls from ***** men echoes
From the lighted dance floor
She danced in high heel shoes
Often looking through the door.

She was half naked and she knew
That was her fate as a pole dancer
She felt ashamed, for she was new
She had no rights as a *** worker
A job assigned her by the smugglers
Tired, She often thought of the end
How could she escape her handlers
They had to do this every weekend.

Somebody threw her an old dollar bill
Undulating her hips, she tried to go low
One man touched her against her will
She flinched and gave him a big blow
This brought more jeers from the men
The music stopped, in came her handler
He seemed angry and slapped a woman.

The echoes, her high heel shoe squeaks
Then the music suddenly pauses for the show
It starts with the pimpish boss and the geeks
Suddenly I began to wonder to myself, how?
How did I unwillingly become a *** slave
Can somebody tell me where I live?
Why have not a soul to tell me to be brave
Tell me, do everything you can to keep alive.

Roll calls from the pimpish boss of bosses
I was born free but now I was a *** slave,
Who is to be held accountable for the abuses?
I need freedom, I need to say bye and wave.
Upside down, for many hours I would  hang
From the steen of the stainless steel pole
Making sinful moves, making my legs swing
Holding firm to dear life as I played my role.

How did I become an object of pleasure
Can somebody kindly answer my questions?
Why have I not a soul to help me find closer
To tell me, sister, there are better options!
How soon did society forget to fight for me too
Can somebody please hola at the government,
Tell them I am a woman, not an animal in the zoo
Make a plea against *** slavery, just a statement!

Now is the time to question *** slavery
Can somebody tell my mama to keep fighting
Have not a father to free me from my misery?
Beyond my will somebody sold me, I'm missing.


©️IB-Poetry
2/21/2018







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Modern-day slavery, *** trafficking is wrong .Soiciety needs to do much more.We all have a moral obligation to stop bad people from abusing young girls and selling them as *** workers.
CJ M Jan 2018
I have entered into your world and walked inside your shoes. Your life is bitter and full of hope in choices you don't choose. You waste away from day to day and intake death for nourishment. You pray to god and Beg politicians to control your president. You watch the news, you pick and choose to notice certain issues. You bite the dust, you do not trust that anyone will miss you. What have you did while you have lived that aids in separating, the millions more, I must implore, that are doing the same thing?
******* Americans
Aaron LaLux Oct 2017
If you don’t have patience,
that weight might get you 4 to 8,
if you don’t pace it,
that weight might make your loved ones have to wait,

but I guess that’s better than a 9 to 5,
from 20 to life,
rather be a free man locked up inside,
than in prison on the out side every day of my life,

run away slaves still runnin,

we were once kings,
they turned us into pawns,
how we’re just corporate meat,
for sausages from Uncle John’s farm,

how quickly one can go from,
being Father King to an Uncle Tom,
these cities were never meant for us,
that’s why we’re restless and never feel at home,

anxious yes but if you don’t have patience,
that weight might get you 4 to 8,
if you don’t pace it,
that weight might make your loved ones have to wait,

the whole farm’s for sale,
there’s much more at stake than just steak,
Holy Cow where are we now,
somewhere between Chance and Fate,

somewhere between total failure and absolutely great,

not a rapper not a chance,
at least not anymore,
not here to sing and dance,
I am not anybody’s *****,

this is Capitalism gone wrong,
Consumerism gone rouge,
where every new idea seems so passe,
that it’s out of Style before it’s even En Vogue,

Yo,

yo yo yo,
Yo MTV Raps got you to dance,
but all those black faces dancing got the white pockets paid and,
most of all the One Hit Wonders didn’t even get a 2nd chance,

gave all our time to Time Warner,
but we all know Warner Brothers is anything but a brother,
from the corner office right back to that corner,
from the lime light right back to those street lights,

better get right,
better save and invest,
we could get an island for what we spend on these diamonds,
know when to hold ‘em know when to fold ‘em well you know the rest,

if you don’t have patience,
that weight might get you 4 to 8,
if you don’t pace it,
that weight might make your loved ones have to wait,

but I guess that’s better than a 9 to 5,
from 20 to life,
rather be a free man locked up,
than in prison on the out side every day of my life,

run away slaves still runnin…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

author of multiple bestselling poetry books.
martin murray Aug 2017
We are free!
We live in the land of opportunity,
With multicultural integrated communities,
Thank you elders for preaches, speeches of unity;

But now............;
I am sad, sad, sad, sad, sad;

The innocent live in a electronic prison,
And worst, some are slaves to the nation;

2017 the clink of the chain is replaced with a silent hum,
Even the whir of the brain computer interface machine disappears in the atmosphere glum;

We don't hear or see chains drag and clink,
As the imprisoned human's walk in sync,
The mainstream public unaware do not have a chance to bethink,

A spokes person will arise through the new generation,
With peaceful preaches, speeches to each Royal monarch,
And member's of Parliament to abolish electronic restraint's.
This is what cannot be seen, but is happening.
Mike Virgl Jun 2017
Blasting through the night
At the scoundrels camp
Wine is used to fight
Rome's searching lamp

"Don't fear lift to song!"
"Standard Eagle's gone!"
"Men mighty and strong"
"Look to morning's dawn"

"For Rome trembles as a newborn fawn"
"Why?!?!"
"Because my **** still rages on!"
IDK I love this in the series.
Àŧùl Jun 2017
O daddy,
Why are you so Maleficent?
O daddy,
For our health you are Maleficent!

O daddy,
Why so much discipline?
Are we not your children?
O daddy,
Why such strictness?
Why such madness?

O daddy,
Why should now we do it?
O daddy,
Remember that you failed too!

O daddy,
Stop imposing your dreams on us!
Stop being strict with youngsters!
O daddy,
Such mirth we do never deserve!
Such unworthy treatment, why!
Not about my dad though.
Some Indian parents do it.

My HP Poem #1569
©Atul Kaushal
PSR Apr 2017
Never ceases to amaze.
The mentality of the masses,
Their world in a daze.

Devoid of all nerve.
Following orders blindly,
Happy to serve.

Their's is not to question why.
Swallow all the *******,
Conform and then die
leinstinct Jun 2016
The cycle awaits
I should avoid it somehow.
Breeding  feelings of despair,
People we love eaten by the penetrating fear.

Impearmable souls, burning within the common lie that we breathe.
In touch with the world,
Forming scars with it's tears.

We have all been enslaved,
Few to no options to escape.
It's not as bad as it seems,
Some argue it's worse.
But all we need is here and it's  free!
We are just blinded by it's majesty
What an irony.

Seems like we don't really want to see
The arousing reality.
Everyone is buried deep,
With mindsets and souls that are not their own anymore.

It may seem sad and depressing, indeed.  
But it is only our truth, as blissful as it can be
leinstinct May 2016
I feel like a nothing , about to receieve
A little of something , to finally succeed

I changed all my attitudes
To become more like me

I hope she does not notice
How eloquent i can be

In a world full of normal
Were anything else
Is seen as a trouble
And should be put to death

In a world were the media and people that are
Will try to erose a cycle
to enslave all of us

Let's feel a nothing and realise the truth
Let's change the planet and rule it for good
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