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"keisha" poems
I love when you all over my lips And it's the same air that you and I breathe. As I take you to cleanse my soul With each breath I take you in. Why would I ever want to leave, When you keep me afloat when I'm drowning in my tears And vanish with my fears when I prophesy the future bleak. I blow you one last kiss,bye, As you burn,while you whisper with the winds "everything's all right"
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC
Keisha
Dear white boys in my class I hear your whisper I see your fingers pointing I see the way your thin lips curl into a smile when I mess up Dear white boys in my white class When I raise my hand it’s because I have an answer Don’t mistake it for a request to be your servant Dear white boys in my class You think you’re smart huh? You think you’re the bravest? You think you have the most history? I’d hate to burst your small white bubble but it’s about time you got a true history lesson Dear white boy in my class You say my hair blocks knowledge to my brain Well remember when you got a 13 on the ACT Yeah who got the 32….oh right not you Dear white boys in my class You say because you took your friend back to the “hood” you’re brave That you were the minority so you know what it feels like to be me Well dear white boys in my class You don’t know anything! You live in a world where you make pit stops when you wanna feel “ethnic” Newsflash this isn’t ethnic this is my life One I wish to get away from Because my world is full of gun shots and drunk family members Of young black boys pictures hung up in church But you say my struggles don’t count That because it’s normal it’s not brave And you’re right Dear white boys in my class The bravest thing I’ve ever done in my life is what you call a right The right to an education To wake up and go to school where everyone is against me Because my voice is different Because my skin is deeper Because I’m too loud Dear white boys in my class You think you’re history is the richest huh? You only think that because it’s all they teach Let’s go back to when you were the refugees And my grandmother’s tribe was nice enough to take you in Your payment: ****** Dear white boys in my class It has been engraved in your mind That since all the books in school look like you they must be right Must be holy Must be the standard Well dear white boys in my class You say you’re the standard Yet my scores matter more on standardized tests Dear white boys in my class It must **** to have the one thing you’re “good” at to be taken by the black kids ***** to have all you ever worked for dragged away I would know It’s my life First line in my autobiography is “I worked hard to show I could do it, but forced to write another name on it” Dear white boys in my class Why do you assume that the only way to end your problem is to **** us? Dear white boys in my class My name is not Keisha My name is not Jaden My name is Trayvon Martin My name is Michael Brown My name is officer I can’t breathe My name is silence Dear white boys in my class On graduation day When we stand next to each other I want you feel my presence I want you to see my glow See the pride I bare on my face And stand behind the one you tried, but couldn’t hold back
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
Dear white boys in my class
Dear white boys in my class I hear your whisper I see your fingers pointing I see the way your thin lips curl into a smile when I mess up Dear white boys in my white class When I raise my hand it’s because I have an answer Don’t mistake it for a request to be your servant Dear white boys in my class You think you’re smart huh? You think you’re the bravest? You think you have the most history? I’d hate to burst your small white bubble but it’s about time you got a true history lesson Dear white boy in my class You say my hair blocks knowledge to my brain Well remember when you got a 13 on the ACT Yeah who got the 32….oh right not you Dear white boys in my class You say because you took your friend back to the “hood” you’re brave That you were the minority so you know what it feels like to be me Well dear white boys in my class You don’t know anything! You live in a world where you make pit stops when you wanna feel “ethnic” Newsflash this isn’t ethnic this is my life One I wish to get away from Because my world is full of gun shots and drunk family members Of young black boys pictures hung up in church But you say my struggles don’t count That because it’s normal it’s not brave And you’re right Dear white boys in my class The bravest thing I’ve ever done in my life is what you call a right The right to an education To wake up and go to school where everyone is against me Because my voice is different Because my skin is deeper Because I’m too loud Dear white boys in my class You think you’re history is the richest huh? You only think that because it’s all they teach Let’s go back to when you were the refugees And my grandmother’s tribe was nice enough to take you in Your payment: ****** Dear white boys in my class It has been engraved in your mind That since all the books in school look like you they must be right Must be holy Must be the standard Well dear white boys in my class You say you’re the standard Yet my scores matter more on standardized tests Dear white boys in my class It must **** to have the one thing you’re “good” at to be taken by the black kids ***** to have all you ever worked for dragged away I would know It’s my life First line in my autobiography is “I worked hard to show I could do it, but forced to write another name on it” Dear white boys in my class Why do you assume that the only way to end your problem is to **** us? Dear white boys in my class My name is not Keisha My name is not Jaden My name is Trayvon Martin My name is Michael Brown My name is officer I can’t breathe My name is silence Dear white boys in my class On graduation day When we stand next to each other I want you feel my presence I want you to see my glow See the pride I bare on my face And stand behind the one you tried, but couldn’t hold back
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Even in her late forty it could happen the joy of her life, the blessing she have been waiting for She woke up with hope, the world seem much different the soft lullabies sweetened her soul: Dreft is as gentle as a summer breeze, circle the misty air even this late her beauty shines, yesterday tears dry on their own Keisha breastfeed her baby…
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
She Woke Up With Hope
and at the end of this session, i'm going to gorge on homemade banana cake, and a glass of milk; hmm, so that's that. hannah hallysem, chloe vevrier, rosalia verne, dakota skye, nadine jansen, milena d., katrina jade, alison tyler, sasha foxxx, noelle easton, shay fox, kourtney kane, aletta ocean, lexi belle, aria giovanni, maritza mendez, silvia loret, laura lion, ashley graham, latex lucy, alexis texas,  dana dearmond, abella danger, karmen karma, jezebelle bond, keisha grey, karmen grey, jelena jensen, carmen croft, aneta buena, ines cudna, ewa sonnet, emma green, louisa marie, ivy nedkova, karolina pliskova, emma green, louisa marie, ivy nedkova, rooney mara, claire forlani, kelley scarlett, malina may, amirah adara, phoenix marie, foxy di., kenya lust, kiera winters, christy mack, paige delight, faith nelson, darya klishina, sand morris, alysha newman, silvia saint, adele stephens, deven davis, ewa wyrwal, tanya song, synn wagner, christina lucci, hunter leigh, lynda leigh, gemma atkinson, mulani rivera, sarah harding...             all those "expectations" mingling with a babuska... gotta have a babuska after a list like that...       looks nice, doesn't it?          see how honest other people can become...       that's as honest as you're going to get: i'm hardly an out-of-the-closet gay / intellectual... and this is hardly the most desireds genetical "encyclopedia" worth reciting...       but at least there's no closet, and certainly no skeleton in it...   to be honest, i'd love to see a compendium of a woman's favourite *****    oh sure, i can switch off...     i just start thinking about cow ******* and milk sacks; not that hard;   ugh... furr... itchy... stroking a cow is like scratching your skin after the barbers... milking a cow: ah... another subject of investigation...                         why do men not bother being breast-fed, to out-compete the babe? seems a shame to leave a vacuum for capitalism to not investigate, don't you think?
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 10:01 PM UTC
the compendium (double standard acting)
and at the end of this session, i'm going to gorge on homemade banana cake, and a glass of milk; hmm, so that's that. hannah hallysem, chloe vevrier, rosalia verne, dakota skye, nadine jansen, milena d., katrina jade, alison tyler, sasha foxxx, noelle easton, shay fox, kourtney kane, aletta ocean, lexi belle, aria giovanni, maritza mendez, silvia loret, laura lion, ashley graham, latex lucy, alexis texas,  dana dearmond, abella danger, karmen karma, jezebelle bond, keisha grey, karmen grey, jelena jensen, carmen croft, aneta buena, ines cudna, ewa sonnet, emma green, louisa marie, ivy nedkova, karolina pliskova, emma green, louisa marie, ivy nedkova, rooney mara, claire forlani, kelley scarlett, malina may, amirah adara, phoenix marie, foxy di., kenya lust, kiera winters, christy mack, paige delight, faith nelson, darya klishina, sand morris, alysha newman, silvia saint, adele stephens, deven davis, ewa wyrwal, tanya song, synn wagner, christina lucci, hunter leigh, lynda leigh, gemma atkinson, mulani rivera, sarah harding...             all those "expectations" mingling with a babuska... gotta have a babuska after a list like that...       looks nice, doesn't it?          see how honest other people can become...       that's as honest as you're going to get: i'm hardly an out-of-the-closet gay / intellectual... and this is hardly the most desireds genetical "encyclopedia" worth reciting...       but at least there's no closet, and certainly no skeleton in it...   to be honest, i'd love to see a compendium of a woman's favourite *****    oh sure, i can switch off...     i just start thinking about cow ******* and milk sacks; not that hard;   ugh... furr... itchy... stroking a cow is like scratching your skin after the barbers... milking a cow: ah... another subject of investigation...                         why do men not bother being breast-fed, to out-compete the babe? seems a shame to leave a vacuum for capitalism to not investigate, don't you think?
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