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Fizza Khan Apr 15
The Kids Are Coming
A poem by Fizza Khan
Inspired by “The Kids Are Coming” by Tones and I

You tell me I’m just a child.
I fight to end gun-violence, but you tell me to stay out of matters that don’t concern me.

I lost my people. 51 innocent lives were taken from me… I have cried a thousand tears for every school and mass shooting that has happened in the past year.

And now... Now I try my hardest to stop this Poisonous Seed of Hatred from growing in my heart.

So yes. Yes, this issue of gun-violence DOES concern me.

And when you tell me, “know your place”,
my eyes will flash dangerously, and through gritted teeth, I will tell you,

“I have to be the leader because YOU won’t do a single thing to make sure I FEEl, AND AM SAFE! So when you aren't doing a single thing to change things, know that The Kids Are Coming.”

You hold me as I cry at the news, but I don’t need your embrace. It is cold now.

You whisper soothing nothings as I wake up from a nightmare, but those words mean nothing now.

You tell me you’ll always be there for me, but no thanks. I can, and will, be there for myself.

Your acts of “love” mean Nothing if you aren’t making an effort to make sure your children feel safe in the world today.

The adults will never fix this.
So I’ll rise up with the others. We’ll take charge together and fight until this madness is over.

Marching, We will repeat, “The Kids Are Coming.”

Crying, We will repeat, “The Kids Are Coming.”

Whispering Dangerously, We will repeat, “The Kids Are Coming.”
Panashe Oct 2019
Let the world’s disapproval of inequality reverberate loud enough for mankind to hear it.
Loud enough for the women to feel it.
Let the expression smear a grotesque painting,
Every letter breaking through the canvas like old lonely cracked clay ***.
Let the declaration of inequality be as loud as the beat of your heart when fear creeps within.
Let the world tremble to the thought of unequal pay, unfair dismissal and unpaid maternity leave.
Let’s not play the blame game but instead we walk away from the path of obscurity.
With much unwanted uncertainty.
Eliminate the tears that fill the ocean of inequality within this analogy.
It roars like the Lion King as the world weakly bows before the inequality king.
Some might value the “pride” but how can we rehearse humility when we place vanity over modesty.
I am a women but bare no mistake.
You see me to be meek yet l am not weak.

So let it be known.
My voice will echo through the shadows that overwhelm the earth.
I’ll recite the words of equal rights and opportunities until the ground beneath both men and women begins to shake.
Every past transgression will be forgotten. Let us be liberated.
And become the definition of the word itself.
For it shall be renowned.
Let the whispers flow to the ends of the earth leaving the shivers of the grim ripper to take back what he’s owed.

But with every end there is always a new beginning.
We **** off inequality and give birth to equality. Not to shut the world but to awaken change.
Asominate Feb 2019
I have no mouth and

I must scream

I'm going down

It's all a dream

Losing function,

It's ceaseless


I'm speechless.
"The unending supression leaves no words to be said."
Avaleen Jun 2018
don't waste your silence
on words better spoken
holding your breath will only make you suffocate
Ronney Mar 2018
Praying with anticipation
Hoping the time never appears,
when the mind quits, the heart splits and life is held with a loosened grip.

Be Brave, Be Fearless
Be Strong, Be Bold

Lock hands, take heart and don’t let go
Reach out, speak out and let us know


When your ready
You’ll be guided towards the right road.
-Everyone needs help at some point, but we are reluctant to seek it for a variety of reasons such as pride and shame.

- There is no shame in asking for help.

-The humbling of ones character is the growth of ones character

-The first step to getting help is to help your self. To do this you must reflect and have self awareness. Be completely honest with yourself acknowledge that help is needed.

-Help must then be accepted in order to take effect.
Janie Elizabeth Oct 2017
i was a little girl
you where a grown man
i had no say
you acted upon your own sin
you took my flower
i was too young to know
at the time you had the power
to that i say no more
you are a filthy demon of the night
i am a ****** by heart and its my own right
you rot in your own filth
forever a beast you will be
i have many choices of who i want to be
a writer, a painter, psychologist, or musician
i have a life that is worth living
you may have taken my flower but my words still remain
you thought you had the power
but you're only insane
This poem is about ****. you should be aware of who you trust because i was a victim so many times to family members, but now i am a survivor
Ilunga Mutombo Sep 2017
She let him put his hands on her
She let him control her
She let him abuse her,
She let him misuse her, and mistreat her
She was too weak to say no to love  

So she took in all the pain while she died from within
theeghostwriter Nov 2016
"That is wrong... wait no, that is right "
AGH! stop it society,  let me live life.
let me tell you the definition of society in my eyes
|sə'sāııti|adjective (pl.societies) a giant butcher that cuts freedom and imagination with a knife
To be part of it sometimes feels like you live a lie
and the only time you notice is when you die

Let us who are "different" rise and be the difference
change the mindset for our generation and our children.
because all change in the mindset ,starts within
let the rise of the Minority, begin...

With you.
Kim Yu Sep 2016
From the sounds echoed behind juvenile play-figures
To the vocal vibrations that reflect nothing but wonders,
Her voice deepens with every height she reach’
Sharpened in the spine of every speech.

Her voice gets louder as the vocal cords grow wider,
Penetrating through dimensions like a path finder,
Echoing through space and times
Compelled by ignorant minds.

Her voice awakens the deaf with larger ears
And puts to sleep loud mouths with smaller ears.
Hear her voice as she’s about to speak
And don’t let her silence say that she is weak.

Let her voice out this acquired volume of integrity,
Let her voice pierce through generations with simplicity.
Let her tone be comprehensive
And the melody as impressive.

Your voice has ripened through the ages
You can now soothe pains of all stages
Use your voice to change a nation
And watch as it rejoices from liberation.

Break the silence.
Put what you feel inside into verbal words.
Keyana Brown Aug 2016
Come on,
say something.
Are you there?
Is there something
in the atmosphere
for you to not hear?

Are you alright?
I'm talking to you,
have you lost your sight?
I know you have eyes
because I can see them
just fine.

Can you speak English?
If you could,it would be kind
for you to speak, that way
we can finally greet.

Please speak,are you sick?
Is there something wrong
with your throat?
Does it burn, or itch?

No, Then what is it?
Are you afraid of me?
I'm very sweet and humorous,
so don't worry about me.
I won't hurt you, you'll see.

I can totally sense
that you're reclusive,
so you don't see the point
in making any friends.

Honestly, you can't
just tell yourself that
your better off alone...

But your not,
people like you
don't deserve
to be alone.

You need to get out
of that zone because
one day you'll end up
all active and grown
with nobody to share
your adventures with,
but your own.

Therefore, it's time
to build friendships
that is worth known.

So don't be afraid
to say anything
you seem like
a good person

Now tell me, what's your name?


Thanks for speaking out.
I thank God that I've overcome my shyness. When I was in elementary school, I had a hard time talking to people because I feel like people will make fun of me. My mom always tell me that I'm brightest person she ever know and she always told to have faith in God. Until this very day, due to my mothers advice, I had the confidence to talk to people.
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