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Juju Juju Jan 12
They called me names,
And threw at me fake claims,
They wished upon me death,
And drowned me in their dishonesty until I lost my breath,
They lied about things I’ve never said,
Swore by name over things I never did,
They put up warning signs that I bring terror
And I couldn’t help but think to myself “couldn’t this world be fairer?”

They raged at me with absolute hatred,
Treated me differently saying I need to be isolated,
But the question remains what did I do?
Are you trying to blame me for others mistakes too?

But look at the world and what it has become,
They say its the land of the free but why am I not welcome?

My days were hard,
And my nights were scarred,
For after all I am just a ******,

And “I been quiet for too long, so now its time to break the silence”
“I start with the killing, so F stopping the violence”
“First things first man, you’re F with the worst,
I’ll be sticking pins in your head like im a F nurse,
“You going against me dawg, you making a mistake cuz ill split ya,
And leave ya,
Looking like the Michael Jackson jackets with all them zippers,
Im the boss of this boat, you can call me skippers”
And I met a ******* kid named Greg with a wooden leg,
Snatched it off and beat him over the F(ing) head with the peg,”
Oh did you think what I just said was shoddy?
“But I claim my thang to slang them ****** bodies”
“**** them all, send them (hoes) up in flames’”
“Hey, I slay all (******) who think we play” so don’t put me on blame
“You got my word so observe”
Im sorry but I won’t reserve,
“I shatter and splatter bodies and bones,”
“I bust nerves open” bring me all the stones,

“Oh here I go again, hatred walks with me
Its obsessing me,
Possessing me,
A thousand years time dimension
In subconscious incarceration,
My hatred to man has transformed me,
Into a habitation for demons” where I cant flee

Umm, Do you not like what I just said?
Im sorry but these are examples of lyrics that our rappers spread,
The list could go on,
You can go search em’ up if you think im a con
We have kids listening to such songs,
And teens that follow them rappers on twitter, instagram, from the United States to Hong Kong,

Yet you dare say I spread violence and hatred?
I am Islam, a religion with a text so sacred,
My name means peace, that is what I preach,
To be kind to all mankind, that is what I teach,
But my words are manipulated,
And with ignorance they are tainted,

You see the word “fight” in my text and oh my god it becomes a big fuss,
Have you ever tried listening to me or discuss?
Cuz’ I’ll never ask you to ****, or to swear,
I tell you to treat your elderly, kids, and women with care,
And to love for your brother what you love for yourself,
But most importantly, never hurt ones self,

Yet they still continue to attack me with my verses
“**** them where you find them and drive them out”
But Lets be honest here, if someone were to attack you, you would try to defend yourself with no doubt

For these verses were for the times of war,
To defend ones self , nothing less nothing more,
I mean even in America it is legal for a cop to shoot and **** to protect their life or the life of another
So what makes it any different when I tell my followers to take shield and to cover?

My text Quran is always compared with the Holy Bible,
They say the Holy Bible has no violence but mind to explain:

“Do not spare them, but **** both man and woman, child and infant, ox and sheep, camel and donkey”, From Samuel 15:3

Or “Happy is he who repays you for what you have done to us- he who seizes your infants and dashes them against the rocks” from Psalm 137:9, you see thats the key,

They say my woman are oppressed,
Because of the way they are dressed,
But I taught them that they are precious,
Like diamonds and pearls they are auspicious,

Yet they have a heard voice,
To wear a veil or not to wear they have the choice,
And again I am compared to the Holy Bible and Christianity,
All the NUNS are covered from head to toe,
But when it comes to Muslim woman WOAH,
They are suppressed,
But you got it wrong, every woman is a blessing and they are all blessed,

So stop talking about me as if you know it all,
This world is building between us such a huge wall,
And this was only to clear a few misconceptions,
From this universe that is full of deceptions,

And If we look closely we realize we are more alike than different,
In a nutshell, I am Islam, the munificent.
I respect each and every different religion the SAME.
The Mellon Jan 2
This land is your land,
This land is my land.

This land is our land,
But Not a black land,

Not from sea to shining sea.

Attention Mexicans everywhere!

This land is not your land,
This land is our land,
Home of the free!
(Some requirements apply)

God bless America,
Where at least I know I'm free,
Home of the ignorant,
Yet land of the free,
(Skin color based exceptions)

Happy Happy new Year!
New year to You and Me!

Happy Happy new year,
Except for your country,
(Build the wall!)

Dreidel Dreidel Dreidel,
I made it out of clay,
If the makers Muslim,
Please don't explode I pray.

Lastly,
America the beautiful,
As hypocritical dumpster fires tend to be.
This is a sarcastic poem depicting the worse of America. I do not believe these racist sexist etc. comments.
Haylin Dec 2018
Sorry losers and haters but my IQ is one of the highest
Somehow I dont quite believe that but I am pretty biased
See I think you're a ***** Donald Trump I really do
Because what intelligent person would think the following is true
Muslims should be denied entry into the great United States
Surley by doing this you will go down in history as one of the greats?
Or by telling transgenders they can't serve in the forces
And doctors should be punished by administering abortions
How's that great big wall of yours currently going?
Have the Mexicans offered to pay for it or are you still not knowing?
Now I have to say I think your face is one big publicity stunt
So I'm just going to go ahead and be brutally blunt
Donald Trump I think your a
Ryann Oct 2018
Red, White and blue that’s the colors
White is for the people who run this country
who enslaved people
who ruined this country
For the 50 whites you run our states

Red is for the blood that this country shed
For the blood of our soldiers
the blood of the slaves
the blood of the people who are trying to make it
the blood of the poor
the blood of all of us

Blue is for the black and blue soldiers
The black and blue slaves
The sky that is above us
The sky that we all trust

So rethink our flag and it’s meaning
ollie Oct 2018
He taught me how to breathe
A note slipped into my hand
A seashell
Dunno where it came from
Thank you
For my lungs
Thank you for my alveoli
He is an ally
Who does not know what the word means
Boom clap
Boom clap
Go his hands
He wants to fight
But I see him turnin bullets into butterflies
And monsters into men
He blinks
But you don’t notice it
Sometimes I wish he’d close his eyes
And breathe like he told me to
It’s called sunshine
And I didn’t really know you could find it in someone’s smile
Until, yknow, I found it in his
He smiles so wide you can see his molars
And when he’s really happy his tongue sticks through his teeth
Bullets into butterflies
Thanks for the alveoli
He draws constellations on my hands
I think the planets are an apology
Because the way he lights up a room makes the sun envious
He’s always apologizing, why not apologize for wounding the sun’s pride?
I think he finds it funny
That I have to stand on my tip toes to give hugs
Because I am short and he is tall
Though he certainly doesn’t feel that way
He apologizes for behaving naturally
He stutters when he’s sorry
And the smile he flashes when I let it slip that I’m craving a cookie or juice is so unlike the one he cannot control
Because there are no teeth
But you look at this boy and you see a thing called sunshine
What kind of purity falls for the color yellow?
What kind of purity cries ‘cause of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?
His purity
His purity
I logged into an account the other day
And I saw this headline
You might’ve seen something else
But all I could read
Was “He does not deserve rights
He does not deserve rights
He does not deserve the sunshine you describe”
I shriek inside my head
Well this one should have torn the mountains apart
I wrote a poem the other day
He is the bruised knuckles picking flowers
He is the humble joke
He is 10 pm
He is chocolate
He is pains in your chest from laughing too hard
He is pains in your chest for other reasons too
Namely the kinds you bind about
Transgender
It means him to me
And if he means good in this world, then ****, so do trans rights
So give this boy something worth living for
Because his smile deserves to stay so wide you can see the backs of his teeth
i’m gonna fight for him, cause lord knows he’d get shot and apologize for being a target
Jacob Dunstan Oct 2018
Fizzing through the rain and feeling,
slosh and wipers ice-skate the glass,
while soft hands firm their grip on the wheel.
Sputtering love permeates the compact space
...in between droplets, the splintered reflection of:
the one both inward and outward - self-excavating & selfless

A '100% pure and natural' spring water hurls itself,
off the seat and hits the floor,
I reach to retrieve and eyes meet.
The rearviewmirror, now smeared with dust,
Georgia beaming down on Florida - a state-line and a statement

Wisps of theme park hair, dance and taunt the air,
blow out the gaping window.
Two setting sun figures - testing the afternoon,
two watched wrists entwine,
a case to be made for pit stops.
Inspired by my time overseas, and road trips with those I'm fond of. Been tinkering with this one for a while.
Alexx Luceanu Oct 2018
View the world through open eyes,
Many are blind,
Misguided by its disguise.
Driven by power,
Entitlement,
Greed,
An awakened society is what we need.
@copyright 2018 Luke Wallace
Jiawen 张 Oct 2018
Walking up the hill
To my destiny.
Rain falling on my body
To my soul.
  
Will any human share
Its umbrella with me?
Will any car stop
To offer me a ride?
  
Patiently Waiting,
While keeping moving on
All by myself.
Only my body will become
Stronger than ever before.
  
Patiently Waiting,
While keeping moving on
All by myself.
Only my mind will become
Stronger than ever before.
    
Cold rain
Falling on my warm body.
I'm melting the ice
Inside of your souls.
To the day, I walked back home from university in the heavy rain, and nobody bothered to stop and help.
Lynnia Oct 2018
It was our fathers’ independence
Not quite passed down to their descendants
These “We The People” days were through
Long before our world came to
And now we breathe and bleed our rights
Always ready for a fight
People screaming through the streets
Bullets from a single tweet
The American Dream so lovingly kept
Drowned in Liberty’s tears as she softly wept
Left and Right at constant war
Raging, always craving more
We tear at all the different ones;
Turn our faces from the Son
If this is what it means to be free,
say goodbye to Liberty.
In the Boondocks of the Ozarks
Salty caramel smelt of August
Swathes stench of rotten trailer parks
Imprisons barren mid-west dust

Feral fevered kids a hunting
For to cool; shoot up, or drink
Arthritic railroad; tie and shunting
Ferrous old town wretched on the brink

Since the cease of mine and logging
Depletion of iron lead and zinc
Nag horse too dead for flogging
Folks futures draining down the sink

Some respite in the summer heat
RV’s; tourists and campers for trails
Like blackfly plague pick off the meat
Fly fast; escape as another harvest fails

Dark currents pepper darker mood
Intolerance grinds in the daily way
Resentment bread as only food
At someone’s door the blame shall lay

In the graveyard of the Ozarks
Rednecks dance on industry tombs
Burn brown smoke spice. Moonshine sparks
Oblivion; no life. Back to mothers' ****

©pofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness 2018 – All rights reserved)
The sultry heat of an American Mid-West summer in a dying old mining community full of drugs, devoid of hope!
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