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I wonder how my ancestors feel Knowing their escape from home Would lead To children ***** in cages Traced Nameless Unheard of conditions Like their rabid dogs But really puppies still needing their mothers milk Who made those cages you call sanctuary Who made those tinfoil sheets you call warmth Who made those regulations? Ripping the child from their parents grip I've seen the ******* pictures Those kids were strangling their mothers and fathers in order to not let go There's no need for translation This is universal These children are treated like felons With no warrant No warning Is this justice? Does my so called president get off to this? Is he not satisfied enough with his spray tan? He takes it out on us? I wake up in my bed Every day I cant fathom The nightmare those children wake up to Alone with others like that look just like them. Looking in the reflection their tears molded onto the shivering pavement I cant even imagine The thoughts that may race through their young and impressionable minds Do they think they deserve it? Do they think this is their fault? If and when they do finally escape How scarred will they be? They already have a criminal record for being born How will they survive in a society that imprisoned them before given an education Before given a ******* a chance.
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Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 5:33 PM UTC
Contemplating My Safety
Do You remember when you were the thought that embraced me when I was scared I'm not a coward but with you I was Comfortable Fragile Soft Not weak Just safe enough to let go of my puffed chest and tightened biceps I think back and I miss it like the first two baseballs in Chicken Little For all the same reasons I miss childhood In both ways I was secure Taken care of Reckless with decisions My deception for healthy options Was twisted in the twinkies tucked away in Zombieland Nevertheless, I leaned on for support too much I grew through all the pain Pins and needles digging into my funny bones to laugh louder than the comedian in a dead crowd And to no avail I lay in dry blood covered in fresh scars Poorly injected incisions Equally infected decisions
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Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 2:05 AM UTC
Untitled.6
My expectations Present me With a Shared Sharp Shard Of Glass As rotten blood trickles down Each spectacle Overwhelming evidence Seeps in each Prickling crack Blood wheeps Floorboard creaks It's the mailman What a creep
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Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
Untitled.2
First and foremost Consensually I will smother your canvas in painted handprints Dignified touch Such risks Blue blood Sincere matrimony A cost That the poor will pay to see They'll amuse it to be Fine tasting toilet water Line dancing on eggshells Flat footed ******* We'll make this exhibit our beautiful disaster
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Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 3:20 AM UTC
Untitled.1
Maybe I ate too much that night Maybe I acted immature Maybe I didn't consider you feelings Maybe I loved you Maybe I hate myself That May be Maybe I wanted that phone call to last one more minute Maybe I didn't want you to be a lesson learned Maybe I could lose a couple pounds Maybe I could dress different Maybe I should grow my hair out That may be Maybe I could've opened that car door Maybe I fought the unwinnable Maybe I cried too loud Maybe I texted too fast Maybe I believed in us That may be Maybe I am insane Maybe I needed more time Maybe I listened to the wrong people Maybe I can make it to you Maybe I can have one more chance That may be May I
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Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 1:05 AM UTC
May I
You say you want the entire platter But your appetite says it can only Handle a sample Let's see how much you can digest Or is it too much to swallow? You're hungry But you're a fool I get it You don't wanna overeat You want leftovers So many options the next day Yet, you just snack What's up with that?
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Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 9:32 PM UTC
Full Of It
Owls never lie Foul fellows die Follow the rules you must abide by Follow the grapevine Tell me what you find Dine with a nice guy You'll have a swell time Laugh with the fools Swim in the pools Speak about waste It will leave your mouth with an ugly taste Carry your baggage upon your shoulder Be sure to bring a sweater It's gotten colder If you spot a woman attacked, you better defend her Lose your loose ties It will benefit your last lies Find the right woman Hopefully, she won't end up like your past wives
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Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 9:32 PM UTC
Rhythmic Exploration
Wind turbines Are nothing Compared to my Phone line Travelling through utility poles Filling the hole of my lost soul Wind to electricity Is saddening Phone to chemistry Is ever so satisfying The winds cool breeze freeze the hearts The wires divine line admires our scorching spark Emerging fire Others admire As she gently moans under my tangled wire My electricity intensifies Within my phone line Oh she's so fine So fine And all mine I ignite a fatal spark to those who dare wish to repair my line Because I'm fine Can't you see that I am not alone I have my phone In hand And yes, I understand she's long away But whenever she dances I sense her in my arms She has a tender sway
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Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 11:01 PM UTC
Phone Line
I recall, caramel mocha frappe Taste was good and that's about all I recall, delusional chemistry Breaking up seven times and making up six. I recall, English 101 Meant to be in high school but stuck in eighth grade with me. I recall, A Wing An Amazon I recall, freshman orientation Handprint staircases I recall, Spanish class Skipping lunch to digest some knowledge in the biblioteca I recall, Chick Fil A in a mall Back of a car with a handful I recall, sneaking out with the boys Upset over Pink Floyd for the wrong reasons I recall, a trip down memory lane Writing a poem
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Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 5:52 AM UTC
4A.M. Reminiscing
Everyone salivates over you for your assets You seem to choose the men that abuse You're black and blue A man with spoken care and knowledge is overdue Your bruises open your eyes They drive you into welcoming infinite skies Dry your eyes You're almost there Lay in bed into the fading night Dream a dream of a better life with beaming light Once you wake, you'll cry no more You'll awaken to a knight that loves to adore He'll slay your sadness He'll buy you tickets to cruises to ensure there will be no more bruises Abusing fades inside No more tears inside Lay and wait, don't hide
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Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 6:00 PM UTC
Healing Wounds
Society forges the problems of the world from scraps Voicing opinions as tools Thicker than wool Creating a line of division stronger than steel While we allow the blacksmith to spin the disastrous wheel This is no game But if the price is right We'll gladly "come on down" after they announce our name Oh, the crimes we commit for the glory and fame We, the Blacksmith
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Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 12:50 AM UTC
Blacksmith
The spin to my records, Scream Makes it all easier To face the music Relentless trouble And I drown it all out with noise A choice between Hell and America Heaven now too good for anyone I perish between The perfect and righteous The flawed, Rip the hostages I've trapped In my mind They are chained and scarred by my mistakes That in the moment were choices opposed To a dead end My screams now level Only an octave higher From the massacre I've deserved I've been targeted After... All the abuse and trauma I caused How could I have known then? My mind once creating scenarios on how I'd sceme my way into getting what I craved I, deprived of what was not needed Just wanted it so bad Those I've hurt I'd never hurt again If given all tools and resources to do such I'd use them upon my soul To dispose of reek planted by shame You live and learn And all my knowledge now Is put on hold until Their hurt Mirrors mine Resembling Shattered plastic Because I'm stubborn And Glass too fragile Reminds me of a relic reflection
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Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 6:12 PM UTC
Lesson Learned
I may be young But I believe 16 years of experience is worth 16 stepping stones To reach the expectations of society And spit in the face of it We are prey to the predators Involved in a war of existence Where we bleed tears And cry blood Functioning wrong Because we are told we are never right Validation we rarely receive is sweet they say The predators But how do we know when they The predators Sliced our tongues to hide our screams Trouble is lurking from the parents that gift the children with what they want In contrast to what the children need My pen doubles as a society cleanser Writing all the wrongs in all colored inks Inspired by the beautiful equal people And I take that sliced, beaten down wood So I can shove it down their ******* throats And I find peace under their tears I craft it into a blanket Yes, its cold However, my body is warm from the scars of bullet shells, death stares, and unwanted opinions A shameful balance
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Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 8:52 PM UTC
Fit for Survival
Your name became the jingle I hated from the moment heard Then found myself singing it The following morning So catchy beneath my lips It tangled into muscle memory Too weak to loosen the grip Of horrendous rhythm Now laughter brews from concern That it will never leave my mind Thankfully I've prepared for these occasions Firstly, find distractions As to Stuffing my mouth Clouding my mind But it only stunts My new nature To repeat the sweet ring Your name gives my heart I cannot part from the joy It brings to me like The coolest toy I begged for But what I know now all too well is that toy Will become an afterthought Collect dust on the tallest shelf I'll never bother reaching And I'll move on to the next catchy jingle Let it marinate in my diaphragm And allow it to eat me up entirely Leaving me hollow Only left with bits and pieces of all The names I sang To keep me company **** I wish I never heard any Of those **** Jingles
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Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC
Jingles
I hate cut grass It is only a reminder that no matter how hard you shave it down It just grows back vengeful The due process only settles with the bag of worms let out Airing out all the dirt Making an already tense situation now uncomfortable Like prickling grass between your toes when you've lost your chanclas I hate cut grass Love the smell But that's besides the point
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Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC
Cut Grass