"familes" poems
We have always thought of nature as something of wild life,blooming flowers anf sunnny days.But nature is maturing bringing rainy days when we are sad and lightening and thunder when we're mad sunny days when we're happy but nature is maturing in a so different way life us being brought into it familes explore it.Can you explore A maturing nature?
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC
It's 3:09am
I'm im the library
Desperately trying to write a research paper:
'LGBT Familes'
How fitting.
Caffeine courses through my veins
Coffee overloads my bladder
Bathroom.
I hate bathrooms.
When you have no gender
The simple act of relieving yourself becomes a chore
The heavy weight of that key decision
Chokes your lungs as you stand outside the doors
Two doors.
Men.
Women.
Not me.
The choice becomes simplified:
While I sometimes pass as a man
I often do not.
I can choose the men's bathroom
The consequence of which could end in physical violence
The same hate I explain through my essay.
The same fear that plagues my community.
The women's restroom is also an option
The consequences likely less dire than the former:
Heavy side eye and the potential of yelling.
A much safer choice.
Obviously.
Per usual, I walk into the women's room.
I take three strides inside.
Then I stop.
I've never used the men's room.
My fear of violent reactions has always won.
Yet at a time like this
How likely is it that someone is inside the men's room?
Now is my chance to face my fears.
Now I have a safe chance at peeing in peace.
In a bathroom potentially more suiting
Of my gender identity
So I turn around.
Let the door slam behind me.
Half a step into the men's room
The smell of rancid ***** hits my senses
Toilet paper liters the stalls
I have missed absolutely nothing in my years in the women's room
Women have nicer facilities
A significantly more advanced hand dryer
Cleanliness
Air freshener
Men do not have these luxuries
Now I question,
Do men not take as good of care of their bathrooms as women do?
Do the workers intentionally prioritize women's sanitation?
What causes this undeniable divide?
Is the messiness of the men's room a result of their conscious decisions?
Or simply a response to societal expectation?
Regardless,
I think I'll stick to the women's room
While I add bathrooms to my compilation
Of more discrete gender inequality
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
This one's for the 20 kids
Now all dead, god forbid
For the parents who now cry
Who always ask themselves, "why?"
For those teachers killed on the job
Their entire city mourns and sobs
For all the people who took a fall
I support you and I bless you all.
To the familes of Charlotte Bacon, Daniel Barden, Rachel Davino, Olivia Engel, Josephine Gay, Ana M. Marquez-Greene, Dylan Hockley, Dawn Hochsprung, Madeleine F. Hsu, Catherine V. Hubbard, Chase Kowalski, Jesse Lewis, James Mattioli, Grace McDonnell, Anne Marie Murphy, Emilie Parker, Jack Pinto, Noah Pozner, Caroline Previdi, Jessica Rekos, Avielle Richman, Lauren Rousseau, Mary Sherlach, Victoria Soto, Benjamin Wheeler, and Allison N. Wyatt.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 9:00 PM UTC
Grey and dreary, stairs going up. Lifts going down.
Long platforms,
Rails, leading to where? Leaving the town.
Coffee to order, sandwiches to eat.
Trains announced "what did he say"?
What time, what platform. Where do we meet?
People getting on, Looking for seats.
Familes getting off,
Aisles, blocked with suitcases and feet.
Following the canal, boats and ducks.
Watching the roads,
Speeding cars and trucks.
Seeing the planes land,
Then taking off, wondering where?
Probably back to their motherland.
Eventually we arrive.
To outstretched arms,
Bringing the love, that makes us alive.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC
60,000 plus young men gone
150,000 maimed
in a war that changed the face of a nation, a world
the never again war...
so many lives changed,
so many familes, left bereft.
so many lives... just gone
today in australia,
we stop and remember.
today, 100 years past,
a war was begun.
and it is only now,
that some ,
of those young men,
out for a boy's own adventure,
are coming home.
after, lying lost,
in foreign fields
and some, now known
will slumber on....
it is a day,
of sad remembering
we pause,
then carry on.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
so if black people
enslaved white people
for 250 years
then let them be ex-slaves
in the name of liberty
under a hand written
signed constitution
to stilll labor
for the excitement of killing
impunity
****** superiority
lives of infinite compromise
less than possible to survive
constantly *****
and killed for being white
legally
by black and white women in uniforms
with badges
insurance
familes
anger and impunity
******* in their minds
chains and slave ships
designed for their efficient torture
then racism would matter to them
and they would help us
but then we wouldn't need help
they would
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC
The building they lived in,
called home,
became their tomb,
became the weapon that broke
their bone,
took their lives.
But their stories have to
survive,
This City won't let you forget
about those
you were meant to protect.
I was actually looking for a room
but found myself
on the fiery streets
CRS batting the flames
as politicians took their seats,
business as usual
but the people stood in refusal
Feminists Familes and BlackBlok
Yellow Jackets Housing Groups
round the clock
only the holiday period
could douse the fires
and I went back to mother
the pressure smothered
How long is your attention?
Remember: this is a poem for the dead
For those who were crushed as they slept in their bed
Merry ******* Christmas
instead.
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 8:20 AM UTC
The day I saw you was strange,
It was a union between two familes,
I didnt have a clue that my life would change,
But as time flies,
A friendship between us was embraced.
~deeps
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 5:56 AM UTC