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I am crucified for my religion, I am crucified for my skin color, I am crucified for my economic status, I am crucified for my beliefs, My body and soul are condemned, with atrocious strives You're preaching falsehoods, a disguised truth Words of lies and deceits, for your own indulgence But I am deaf of hearing, the poisons you spray So, I am hunted and killed, for not looking your way I am crucified for my free mind, I am crucified for my thoughts, I am forced to exile, to places not home, A country man, without a country, I am so terrified, each time the winds roam I run, far away from the monsters, but still nowhere to hide, For my new home is the same, humans still live inside If every where I lived, my being is not suited, or posed a threat, I would rather be exiled or crucified, than being engulfed, with the fire of bigotry or hate @jobiranyc (9/18/2017)
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
Crucified
every day we learn how many died of violence in any corner of the globe, be it in wars,  by terror,   fundamentalist fanatics, gun-toting psychopaths and haters, or all of the above the figures seem to grow the daily death toll makes us callous what earlier was horror has turned into ****** routine so much so that when there’s a day we do NOT hear about some grisly ****** we feel like we have got a bargain!
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Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC
50 more dead
Broken Spirit As I watch the water flow from my hands A glance in the mirror reminds me that I’m still human & the heart must break to heal. Graphic and detailed memories Of a broken Spirit. I’ve succumb to the darkness & of the pain I felt, losing my breath was the easiest thing to do. Walking amongst the crowd pity was not felt! Truly deserving ROARS of laughter Foolish Broken spirit The L on my forehead would depict a loser so I was marked and shamed named a ***** For a performance held behind closed doors Embarrassed and Broken Cause lack of knowledge furthered the humiliation of this woman The anticipation of anxious hands grasped this angelic *** And once more giving into a lie as I laid there naked and confused Broken Spirit A mouth full of *** not swallowed bothered me as his lips curved happy Was he, I lost my respect somewhere on bended knee And so unsure was he as he pulls his pants up and walks out The door leaving me with this Broken Spirit… I’m keeping my head up!!! Thanks for the advice(M) Written By Monica Chrisandtras Hines
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
Broken Spirit
Light stands guard over all. Darkness fears its brilliance So we have been told. And yet, shadows permeate the world Soaking into souls; Spring rain into thirsty earth. Where is the light to the mistreated, The abused, the unloved? Is there something more, Some unseen purpose to pain and hate? Or is it all 'Just because'? When so much can be done united, Why does bitterness drive a wedge between Members of the human family? Just because.
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
The Hate
The air was crisp and clean and clear, The huntsman knew his time had come. He gathered all equipment and gear. Then shined and polished his gun. He took a step, his boots polished black. To his tiny little wife he blew a kiss back Off, he was, to capture his prized buck. She waved goodbye wishing him luck. He got to his post, stood there and waited. Patiently, with his traps he had baited. For a time he remained quiet and still. This kind of game was his kind of thrill. Lo and behold, with rage and adrenaline A perfect opportunity made its rise. He steadied his rifle, an expert marksman. He shot the young buck between its eyes. In a moment it was done And the huntsman had won. The poor creature had no chance to fight. It had fallen to the earth No cry made it's birth A silent victim in the night. Time had come for homebound journey, With the sun setting on both heads. Only one of them back with family, The other became family's dread. The huntsman took his brand new trophy And hung high the brown skinned creature. Hand in hand with his wife he stood boldly "I was the one to end this ******
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
the Huntsman and His Prey (aka A Hate Crime)
I be jammin down da beach When I heard da pastor preach "Baatiboys stay far from we!" he yell "Baatiboys will burn in hell!" He take a drag from the spliff He jam out a reggae riff "Excuse I" I say "You should be on your way" The spliff be shaped like a **** He light it with tha bic Baatiboy wink at me His last wink that'll be I rise up like Jah I smack him in da jaw Da spliff be fallin' Da baatiboy be bawling' He runnin' away cryin' But this baatiboy gonna be dyin' Pull out tha chopper BAWH BRAP BRAP POW drop er' Pastor be cheering At the baatiboys I'm sneering Stay off me beach
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
I'm Not Actually Homophobic I Swear I Have Lots of Gay Friends