#instapoem
They tell us we discriminate because of the color of their skin.
An unjustly comment and they only see us as whites.
Stuck between a now cold war between colors.
They paint an image of victimization as they feel unfairly treated in ancestry years.
I say , get over it.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 4:16 AM UTC
How many has marked this broken lover between the sheet and on the streets.
How many has gripped her hips and tasted her lips.
How many has , not once , but countless times degraded her in her bliss , shattered her gift , ruined and wrecked her for her next "knight" .
How many of you will come to realize that many of us still hide.
How many of you , will see.
How many will there be.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 4:12 AM UTC
We all got stories.
Stories are life's language;
language impacts perception - our
own, others, and nations.
"Stories dispossess, stories malign,
stories empower, stories humanize,
stories rob and break dignity,
stories repair whats broken..."
Single stories are scanty.
All stories, stitched together,
complete the composition of you.
Many stories matter - yours.
If your life were a book,
what would people read about?
We all got stories.
Share them. All of them.
[they MATTER]
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC
Mirror, mirror, on the wall...
Is it worth me asking anymore?
Do you tell the truth
at all?
© John Paul Fraser
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
© John Paul Fraser
He achieved great things.
And so did she.
They stopped wars; Fed the hungry;
Clothed the naked; Cured diseases;
They chased after their dreams
and in doing so they changed the
world.
What motivated them?
Time;
They knew that time was
impatient;
They knew there was no
negotiating with time;
They knew that this World was
waiting impatiently for them to
reunite with the Earth from
which they Arose.
Every night they whispered a
reminder to each other;
'Time is r u n n i n g o u t'
Until one night it.
.....................................
Go now, child! Do it!
Change the world around you!
We don't have much time.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 7:37 PM UTC
Cloying scenery of sepia
Taking eyes to the past
Started where things no longer belong to us
And present is the only one to grasp.
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
I am in between of knowing you,
Knowing who I am to you,
And who you are to me.
Wondering, why do I have to?
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 9:18 PM UTC
Love
doesn't know who I am
nor knows who you are
Mutual it is
words uttered beyond thinking
actions done beyond imagining
Regret
comes after the words uttered
or after the actions done
Irrevocable it is
one can never fix
one can never repair
for everything's broken
Hurt
comes with Love and Regret
you can never love truly
if it doesn't hurt
same as regrets are not regrets
if there's no hurts' presence
But
if these three weren't felt
then
Happiness
can't be attained
It's like
connecting the dots
You sometimes follow
the wrong direction
Yet, in the end
you'll be right there
at the right destination
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
We grow up to a society where money's viewed as bad.
We're told
We're brainwashed
We're trained not to talk about money.
Money brings distraction, poverty and clash.
We're told
We're brainwashed
We're trained to dislike the talks on cash.
But
I thought
Money's what we earn.
Through hard work
Through determination
We aim for money that's one of our motivation.
Money's what we eat.
Money's what we wear.
Not literally
Not by word
But the vitality of money is there.
So, money's not evil.
The lack of money that drives the will is.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
Do you have a scar -
so big that you cannot hide?
Do you have a mole -
as black as devil's pride?
A memory created
by that scar can never be erased.
Same as the identity
that mole have become can never be remade.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC