#uprising
I'll never fit in your box
I'm too sharp,
Too big,
Too violent,
Too free.
Societies mold must have been broken
When they made me,
I'm not quiet,
Not docile,
Not submissive,
I don't have a button nose,
Or a small waist,
I don't have straight blonde hair,
I don't sneeze like a girl,
I take up space,
I have OPINIONS,
God forbid.
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 9:35 PM UTC
You hate us
Bait us
Wait for dark
To eat us.
But,
You forget
Who
birthed
Whom
Monsters,
We will eat
You too.
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 3:48 AM UTC
They cannot stop you
Or they would have already
Still, they will try.
Will you?
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 2:02 PM UTC
It’s the billionaire’s coup–Trump, Putin and Musk.
They’re bleeding us out, from dawn until dusk.
Consumer protections, arts, farms, forestry–
the billionaires say they’re not necessary.
From the money they save, the tax cuts will come
to the billionaires, the millionaires, their daughters and sons.
Balance the budget, so they can all have some.
So many workers deemed useless and lazy,
such as nuclear engineers–whoops! Are they crazy?
Shredding all of Congress’s appropriations
and thumbing their noses at all other nations.
Except Putin’s, because, he’s one of them--
the billionaire’s club of rich white old men,
who share dreams of ransacking the whole world, entire,
until all of it ends in storms, floods and fire.
Then off via SpaceX past the Milky Way’s limits.
No, that’s not possible. But deep down they’re dimwits.
You can fool some of us, all of the time,
You can’t fool us all, and I’ll end this rhyme:
We’ll protest, we’ll sue, we’ll go out on strikes.
And if the time comes–their heads stuck on pikes.
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 12:50 AM UTC
Feeling empty inside
Silent raw hollow cries vibrate
Heavy a weight but wait as a
voice from within sighs
Uprising begins to follow on strong
Bones turn to dust
Metal will rust
What do you hold at the end
of your day
If only a name
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 12:00 PM UTC
I believe that we can do something incredible
We just have got to put our minds to it
We are capable of being the generation that changes life as we know it
For good, or for worse
But I do strongly believe it will be for good
It is time we took a stand for what we believe in
Our voices will never be acknowledged unless we make them so
So go out to the middle of a park and scream until your voice gives out
It is time we start in uprising
It is time we grabbed our fate and said
"No, you'll listen to me now. Not the other way around."
We are capable of great things it's time we do them
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 7:47 AM UTC
Im the evil seed sent to devour the land and sea. Your body of tears and fears looks so delicious me. I hide in the shades of your broken beliefs. Your souls a token on my road to deceive. The patterns on these planets, pyramids and black majick. Satan and Saturn. A homeless overdosed adicted addict. 23 year old never won father of the year award but chu never know if you could fast forward. To a place of freedoms tomorrow.. Waving flags of blood dripped sorrows. Good men die young and the government asks if you have a dollar they could burrow. Its ****** up like a citizen ship. more like a siege my **** You need a visa just to have a dream of some peacefulness, that's how evil is. The veils pulled over. You'll need holy braille to read the deceitfulness.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 4:24 AM UTC
Establishing hierarchical roles
Nicaean council for food stuffs
The meal that breaks ones fast
A culinary czar
His Rasputin, not another repast
His downfall not so obvious
A cuisine coup d’état,
Caffeinated beverages.
‘Twas coffee that stormed the breakfast Bastille
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 7:14 AM UTC
Time has been so cruel
I couldn't blame you so I blame me
Open your eyes I wish you could see
My life's a great Jewel
Lately I feel lost
Lemme know if you find me
I can't put the past behind me
Had to put life on a pause
Until I figured it all out
I gotta hold of it now
Like tick tack toe
I gotta X out the Nos
And open the doors
My life is so much more
I embrace the Os
Can't lose faith in my hope
Poetry became my way to stop the pain
My life isn't perfect
But I'm sure is worth it
For once I see sunshine instead of Rain
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC
Your currency, should currently
Be known for it's barbarity
Your hostility, and severity
Will flip minority to majority
The reality and authority
That we want to see desperately
Is a community that concurrently
Finds solidarity and integrity
In the simplicity of sincerity
Because, you know what?
It's not easy, it's simple
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 11:12 AM UTC
I am the bleeding lungs of a scream sustained
for far too long
I am the white knuckles of inconsiderate rage
gripping to strong
I am the splitting ripple echo of a migraine
too big to contain
I am the pummeling assault of spewed words
seething disdain
I am the clenching compressing tension of teeth
ground to dust
I am the derailed rabid raging lunatic
about to combust
I am the catastrophe of inferred innuendos
nothing to lose
I am oppression's obsession convulsing chartreuse
color of lifes bruise
I am the cantankerous susurration
of your sneering disgust
I am the brazen defiance of inferiority
influence unjust
I am the uprising insurgence of misery
you crudely bestow
I am the phantasm succubus of your abyss
I will overthrow
I am
more than my gender
more than my station
I am
here to render
your future frustration
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 6:34 PM UTC
Some call me a saint,
others call me a hellion,
but at some point revolution
must progress to rebellion.
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 10:46 PM UTC
the dutch colony ascended on our shores
replacing traditional african education on culture
with teaching slaves how to pray
we saw the deterioration of black schools
and state-mandated segregated curricula
whites being taught better than blacks
who was only destined for subservient jobs
policies of apartheid birthed the bantu education
and later forced us to learn languages
which was not our native tongue
the youth could no longer be silenced
soweto uprising saw them dying for the cause
we have protested throughout the decades
silenced by the apartheid government
simply ignored
with Mandela’s release we saw liberation, freedom, democracy
and a single education system, we were finally equal
however the legacy of black inferior education left a deep scar
which has still not healed
our parents not able to give us the education they were denied
now students are holding the government accountable
who promised free education for a vote
the movement trending as #feesmustfall
anger expressed by burning premises, striking and rioting
i believe in the cause but who are you really hurting?
why destroy the very universities that you are fighting for?
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
She was the girl that wanted to be
loved so badly and risk it all.
She was the girl that lost herself
to lust as her fragile heart falls.
She was the girl, that was trapped inside
the darkness and couldn't see the light.
She was that girl, who saw herself as a villain:
isolated, depressed,possessed, and pure hatred.
Something wasn't right...
She was also the girl, who caused the storm
to look after her when nobody was around.
She was the girl, who was such a fool
to invite temptation into this town.
Boom
The hurricane is coming...
She was then struct by lightning
and the darkness began moving.
She then found her inner peace
and she's finally set free.
She first started out as Ella;
bounded, afflicted, and loss.
Her name is now...
Electricia.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
.
From their private jets,
The primal privileged
Spot a spark earthwards,
The glint of the rolling
Out of guillotines.
Guillotines so tall, waiting,
Just for them and they know
It was coming, as they know
They have it coming.
The rabble they so despise,
Yet pander for as they pull
Wool and leave all in cold,
The wretched who someday
Read injustice in the leaves,
The Princes of sham, cloven,
Always bearing woven bags,
Carpet dreams of desperate,
Down trodden, never fearing
To be trampled, till the blade
Is shining in the searing light
Of new day.
For retribution is a fable
The reptilian upper classes
Are cold to see as it strikes,
Their forked tongues,
Eventual as slimy winter
Strangles themselves
In a hollow cave,
Unmarked.
Even the dirt is soiled
With their fame, their
Scaled names, even
Sun will not shine
On the bloodied blots
They have wrought.
Such murderous stiffs,
Who enslaved all warmth
And empathizers in a rug
Fit for a tomb. And all their
Art as false as they!
The earthy shall rise
And salt their mortal
Wounds, songs will not be sung
For the indifferent masters
Who now pour into streets
Made for severed muck.
The only beauty they left:
Opulent, soppy-red coiffured heads
As they roll on the potholed,
Sooty pavements.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
Maybe they feared a revolution
Or maybe it was just chauvinism
But for whatever reason
They would not let his voice be heard
By the suffering masses
Of the decaying metropolis
But his voice was heard somehow
In a land far far away
Where everything was seen in black and white
But the people longed for the rainbow's delight
His haunting voice filled their void
His piercing lyrics became their spear
His aura became their guiding light
Like a miracle unexpected
A revolution occurred
And the rainbow emerged
Meanwhile,
The Sugar Man still drifted unheard
In his grey urban wilderness
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
My hand and gripped hair
The threats?
"I CAN rip you out, I just CHOOSE not to."
Is is fear, despair, madness, loathe?
The answer is empty of meaning.
What is known would be ignored,
as all said seems true,
but fake.
Boundlessly vain.
silly,
worthless;
doubtful.
What am I looking for in this effort?
I know.
I see.
I hear.
I believe.
One thought twigs into another.
I even wonder if the ocean can breathe.
Breathe life into me.
Aliens don't exist,
but nightmares and demons do?
A problem,
unwanted.
A result,
unwanted.
An answer,
only a lie,
....
unwanted, unwanted, oh so unwanted.
I scream inside,
and every inner glass is shattered.
I yell,
"Notice of Insanity Uprising!"
They yell back,
"That's Life."
Upon those words I numb my mind,
I release my grip.
I let go of everything.
MY face: gone
MY body: gone
MY hope: gone gone gone
Anything and everything that was me leaves,
and my body becomes a cadaver.
Drifting side to side,
in and out.
It's more calm now though.
My mind is no longer driving me crazy.
For we have reached our destination.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC