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430 It would never be Common—more—I said— Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done— Or—if it sometime—showed—as ’twill— Upon the Downiest—Morn— Such bliss—had I—for all the years— ’Twould give an Easier—pain— I’d so much joy—I told it—Red— Upon my simple Cheek— I felt it publish—in my Eye— ’Twas needless—any speak— I walked—as wings—my body bore— The feet—I former used— Unnecessary—now to me— As boots—would be—to Birds— I put my pleasure all abroad— I dealth a word of Gold To every Creature—that I met— And Dowered—all the World— When—suddenly—my Riches shrank— A Goblin—drank my Dew— My Palaces—dropped tenantless— Myself—was beggared—too— I clutched at sounds— I groped at shapes— I touched the tops of Films— I felt the Wilderness roll back Along my Golden lines— The Sackcloth—hangs upon the nail— The Frock I used to wear— But where my moment of Brocade— My—drop—of India?

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Emily Dickinson

It would never be Common—more—I said

430 It would never be Common—more—I said— Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done— Or—if it sometime—showed—as ’twill— Upon the Downiest—Morn— Such bliss—had I—for all the years— ’Twould give an Easier—pain— I’d so much joy—I told it—Red— Upon my simple Cheek— I felt it publish—in my Eye— ’Twas needless—any speak— I walked—as wings—my body bore— The feet—I former used— Unnecessary—now to me— As boots—would be—to Birds— I put my pleasure all abroad— I dealth a word of Gold To every Creature—that I met— And Dowered—all the World— When—suddenly—my Riches shrank— A Goblin—drank my Dew— My Palaces—dropped tenantless— Myself—was beggared—too— I clutched at sounds— I groped at shapes— I touched the tops of Films— I felt the Wilderness roll back Along my Golden lines— The Sackcloth—hangs upon the nail— The Frock I used to wear— But where my moment of Brocade— My—drop—of India?

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What happened to my people who stood for each other We shouldn't wanna **** or harm another Back then we fought for our rights Now since we've got freedom We been fighting for our life Looked at the news friday Yet another brothers gone Lord may his sole rest in piece And friends and family stay strong I hate to see the emotion of different family cries If we stop all this killing Then no one dies Gang violence is something we should have forbid Yet daily i see people teaching this mess to they kids I understand alot of struggled in the hood But that doesnt mean we cant overcome to something good We should want better for ourselves Yet we settle for the worse All we ever see is bad Like we're living in a curse Im just saying how can our future be better Over everything we done But i ll never give up until The battles finally won R.I.P to cyle we all know your in better place I know we all wish better things apon our race And even if i didn't know you Alot of people care Shoot when im looking at this dealth I see it really aint fair Well thats black america Land of the dumb Land of the shame And land of the people Who die over a color sign and name

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Jun 15, 2015

Jun 15, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC

younggentleman17

What Happened/Black America

What happened to my people who stood for each other We shouldn't wanna **** or harm another Back then we fought for our rights Now since we've got freedom We been fighting for our life Looked at the news friday Yet another brothers gone Lord may his sole rest in piece And friends and family stay strong I hate to see the emotion of different family cries If we stop all this killing Then no one dies Gang violence is something we should have forbid Yet daily i see people teaching this mess to they kids I understand alot of struggled in the hood But that doesnt mean we cant overcome to something good We should want better for ourselves Yet we settle for the worse All we ever see is bad Like we're living in a curse Im just saying how can our future be better Over everything we done But i ll never give up until The battles finally won R.I.P to cyle we all know your in better place I know we all wish better things apon our race And even if i didn't know you Alot of people care Shoot when im looking at this dealth I see it really aint fair Well thats black america Land of the dumb Land of the shame And land of the people Who die over a color sign and name

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Time was spent and time was taken Wars were fought and lives were shaken Sons were lost in foreign battles Dignitaries are greatly rattled The cost of Freedom has no maxis Nothings free, but dealth and taxes Debt's unchecked without the money Bills are real, and that's not funny A need for cash is why we're working That girl next door, gets paid for twerking Those, like me, we're paid to slaughter Foreign fighter's sons and daughters As they charged with vest, full laden Of explosives, lives were taken But, that's ok, there will be others Pregnacies of angry mothers Churning out the next rotation Feed on hate, like cheese and bacon They grow to hate the American statis Not taught with books, but automatics AK fourty-seven practice Everyday they horn their tactics In the hills they learn a trade **** Americans, get paid Not in cash, but, lushous virgins For a suicide incursion Martyrdom for cause and faith A good idea or bad mistake Only you control your live So, die like rats, or learn to fight Constitutionally, I'm speaking These laws of ours, could stand some tweaking Need more freedom; less restriction And keep this government out my kitchen I've got rights, so, ****** respect it I've earned the right to roll this Lexus Inkpen Slinger, is what you called me Now, acting like you never say me Mind so potent, it's illegal All my poems, they come with sequels Like this here, I thought and dropped Another thousand in my pocket I'm as lucky as a four leaf clover But, as for now, it's done and over

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Nov 6, 2017

Nov 6, 2017 at 6:57 AM UTC

TASmooth6590

Freedom; But What About Me?

Time was spent and time was taken Wars were fought and lives were shaken Sons were lost in foreign battles Dignitaries are greatly rattled The cost of Freedom has no maxis Nothings free, but dealth and taxes Debt's unchecked without the money Bills are real, and that's not funny A need for cash is why we're working That girl next door, gets paid for twerking Those, like me, we're paid to slaughter Foreign fighter's sons and daughters As they charged with vest, full laden Of explosives, lives were taken But, that's ok, there will be others Pregnacies of angry mothers Churning out the next rotation Feed on hate, like cheese and bacon They grow to hate the American statis Not taught with books, but automatics AK fourty-seven practice Everyday they horn their tactics In the hills they learn a trade **** Americans, get paid Not in cash, but, lushous virgins For a suicide incursion Martyrdom for cause and faith A good idea or bad mistake Only you control your live So, die like rats, or learn to fight Constitutionally, I'm speaking These laws of ours, could stand some tweaking Need more freedom; less restriction And keep this government out my kitchen I've got rights, so, ****** respect it I've earned the right to roll this Lexus Inkpen Slinger, is what you called me Now, acting like you never say me Mind so potent, it's illegal All my poems, they come with sequels Like this here, I thought and dropped Another thousand in my pocket I'm as lucky as a four leaf clover But, as for now, it's done and over

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Suicide plays on my mind, So many opportunities. In the bath, when the blade is only a few inches away. Or at night when everyone’s asleep and the pills just sit on the shelf. So many opportunities. Tears fall but you don’t care I’m just a little girl, i shouldn’t feel this pain. The screaming and the fighting. Tears fall, but you don’t care Im just another broken girl. I hate the words that you scream. But I’m just another sad teen. I’m just another broken girl. I swallowed the pills. They see me lay lifeless in the coffin. You don’t care, you never did. So don’t greeve over my dealth. I swallowed the pills. It’s been two years. You see I had died in vein. No one remembers the sad teen who took her life away. Suicide plays on my mind.

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Dec 4, 2016

Dec 4, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC

breanna-ables

Suicide

Suicide plays on my mind, So many opportunities. In the bath, when the blade is only a few inches away. Or at night when everyone’s asleep and the pills just sit on the shelf. So many opportunities. Tears fall but you don’t care I’m just a little girl, i shouldn’t feel this pain. The screaming and the fighting. Tears fall, but you don’t care Im just another broken girl. I hate the words that you scream. But I’m just another sad teen. I’m just another broken girl. I swallowed the pills. They see me lay lifeless in the coffin. You don’t care, you never did. So don’t greeve over my dealth. I swallowed the pills. It’s been two years. You see I had died in vein. No one remembers the sad teen who took her life away. Suicide plays on my mind.

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Release me from these shackles, I don't need to be contained, away from the guilt of it, I don't need to be constrained. Release me from the burdens, Release me from all Fears, Release me from these Hardships, That I have dealth with for so many years. Release me from Constraints of sorrow, of shedding so many Tears, Wishing that someone would save me, Wishing that help was near. Release me from Trail and error, Release me from all doubts, Loose me from the thought of thinking, If the fact that there's no way out. Constrained from Financial difficulties, Constrained from the ware and tear, When you're feeling down and low, When Life is treating you unfair. Release me from ALL CONSTRAINTS, This is my beck and call, Oh, Please Release these shackles, To be unconstrained FROM IT ALL!! B.R. Date: 10/1/2024

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Oct 1, 2024

Oct 1, 2024 at 1:36 PM UTC

msbellepoetry44

Constrained

Release me from these shackles, I don't need to be contained, away from the guilt of it, I don't need to be constrained. Release me from the burdens, Release me from all Fears, Release me from these Hardships, That I have dealth with for so many years. Release me from Constraints of sorrow, of shedding so many Tears, Wishing that someone would save me, Wishing that help was near. Release me from Trail and error, Release me from all doubts, Loose me from the thought of thinking, If the fact that there's no way out. Constrained from Financial difficulties, Constrained from the ware and tear, When you're feeling down and low, When Life is treating you unfair. Release me from ALL CONSTRAINTS, This is my beck and call, Oh, Please Release these shackles, To be unconstrained FROM IT ALL!! B.R. Date: 10/1/2024

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A letter to Rona It was the best of times, it was indeed the worst of times. Rona, You take our breath away …… and livelihood too and here we were thinking, you were just the flu. You are here, you are there, you are everywhere, yet seriously, Rona why don’t you just disappear.. You lurk in crevices and all sorts of spaces and even in my favourite places. You’re well travelled, exploring the world, effecting every creed, religion, with no stone unturned. You’ve taken loved ones, friends and strangers too, you’re not biased, we’ve been told by the WHO. You’ve exhausted our systems and national health, they are overstretched, what a blow we’ve been dealth. Some are out of jobs and kids are home schooling …could this be any more gruelling? Everyone is paranoid when they feel their throat a tingling and still it's hard for some to maintain 'social distancing'. Now Rona, you’re a foe who's time is coming to an end, although you're teaching us lessons, while we pray for the curve to bend. We’re at home, some with families and animals too, and we can listen to the birds tweet twooo.. And remember this we are the human race, we will turn this around, your effect we’ll erase. We’re coming together in all different ways, helping the ill, the poor and the frail. Our singing resonates through streets old and new, we are all in this together, we will definitely pull through. We are clapping for our champions, who are working all hours. Please God, help them with your super powers. We are entertaining ourselves, at home and on the net, our spirit is relentless, we will succeed with the right mindset. Just remember, our scientists are busy figuring you out, so we can one day again, get out and about. And our healers are channeling God’s powerful energy, so this will one day be but a distant memory. While we pray, I thought I’d write this poem, so please let’s all remember to #STAYHOME Helena Hyde

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Apr 10, 2020

Apr 10, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC

helena-4

A letter to Rona

A letter to Rona It was the best of times, it was indeed the worst of times. Rona, You take our breath away …… and livelihood too and here we were thinking, you were just the flu. You are here, you are there, you are everywhere, yet seriously, Rona why don’t you just disappear.. You lurk in crevices and all sorts of spaces and even in my favourite places. You’re well travelled, exploring the world, effecting every creed, religion, with no stone unturned. You’ve taken loved ones, friends and strangers too, you’re not biased, we’ve been told by the WHO. You’ve exhausted our systems and national health, they are overstretched, what a blow we’ve been dealth. Some are out of jobs and kids are home schooling …could this be any more gruelling? Everyone is paranoid when they feel their throat a tingling and still it's hard for some to maintain 'social distancing'. Now Rona, you’re a foe who's time is coming to an end, although you're teaching us lessons, while we pray for the curve to bend. We’re at home, some with families and animals too, and we can listen to the birds tweet twooo.. And remember this we are the human race, we will turn this around, your effect we’ll erase. We’re coming together in all different ways, helping the ill, the poor and the frail. Our singing resonates through streets old and new, we are all in this together, we will definitely pull through. We are clapping for our champions, who are working all hours. Please God, help them with your super powers. We are entertaining ourselves, at home and on the net, our spirit is relentless, we will succeed with the right mindset. Just remember, our scientists are busy figuring you out, so we can one day again, get out and about. And our healers are channeling God’s powerful energy, so this will one day be but a distant memory. While we pray, I thought I’d write this poem, so please let’s all remember to #STAYHOME Helena Hyde

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