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Imagine where my hands would be, if there wasn't all this distance, between you and me.
Amour, Amore, Amor
Ou es tu parti?
Caché par des dunes de veille,
M'as tu abondonné
Pour un monde réel?
Silly thoughts during literature class
Don't be afraid of art.
Don't be afraid of your mind.
these are not my words.
I saw them somewhere and noted them down like I do a lot.
I liked them, it resonates to the HP following and this whole community of sharing our thoughts and words with each other.
i'm really happy I found this site with all these gifted artists.
artists of words.
To all those suffering today
Write it down
Sometimes suffering sounds beautiful
So here I lay
In the dark dark dark
Even if the sun is still raising
In the end
It's dark dark dark
My eyes are open
The sky is bright
I can see
I can breathe
  Inhale
     Exhale
Live and be
And yet
It's still dark dark dark
Not much seems to make sense
Right now
Even though I still remember me
Language is hurting my head
Words are poisoning my life
For when I think of them
All I can see is them
People I know and people I don't
Lives I have and the ones I don't
I see me
I see me not
I see me
I see who I am not
How I should be
And who I am being right now
And it's all dark dark dark
My home
Is moments
That could never
Last forever
As simple as that

Redefine: Home
There is a poem
        for
                       every
                                 moment
                                 in
                                    every
                                     life
Sit down and give your attention
I need all of it, now
I am not asking for a lot here...
But I need your everything

Give up on the tremendous mountains in your sternum
Let go of the abuse
Clear your octopus ink mind
Get better grade on the district assessment

They are watching me bleed for you
I have given up on state expectations
Built a castle for these students of mine
Clearing a safe environment in the moment

Preparing you with the proper armor to fight for yourself someday
Take this sword imprinted with my words
Protect yourself
Fight for something worth it

She got drunk on Monday I know son
I just need you to do better
She hit me on Tuesday, I know son
Please just finish your assignment

I can't
I don't know how
I have not eaten in 2 days
You have no idea

Teachers are white blood cells
Expected to fight bacteria and show victorious statistics
With none of the time and less of the understanding
Maybe the bacteria looks different than we really thought

Our own immune system is causing fires
Putting unrealistic expectations upon our jobs
Too many students not enough teachers
Too many tests not enough love

We working organs in a bodies coma
Working without the recognition
Hoping to keep the system alive
Creating chances for our students to change the future someday
It is hard being a teacher sometimes. The district sees test scores and curriculum, while ignoring the intense poverty, cultural barriers, yet still expecting the same results from every corner of the district
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