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"outraging" poems
and now the racism sprouts-or at least now it being recognized. because "the kids of the spelling bee should be american" and "nothing more american than a good spelling bee..oh wait all the caucasians are eliminated" are all tweets that are taking center stage and outraging millions. about time. yes i said it-its about time because whenever there are super racist tweets about blacks, and hispanics and dont fogret the offensive nicknames like darquisha and the crazy accents that television presents us with- it seems to be a joke-or no one really gives two ***** and its heart smattering tear rolling that this **** still exists. and the fact people actually have ***** to tweet **** like that- but would have no ***** at all to step infront of a colorful crowd made of colorful people and spit out a word of disgust think twice this is america ***** not the 1900's in america is 2014 ***** move foward.get over it.
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
and now we see the racism or twacism
there's this young girl whose so out of place so much pain and destruction that's just flashing her in the face she's in over her head and has no idea where to turn ever since she was little to better herself, she had to learn she's stuck in an outraging world with no one to trust so much commotion going on inside feels like she's about to bust
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Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 11:38 AM UTC
she's so lost
stepping back to my cherished boyhood It passed a quarter century to step out of my Alma Mater My Santa Cruz High School……. Still your revolving gate brings back those cherished memories revolving back there comes a ****** from the heart. Stepping back into your court yard, I feel the warmth of my mom’s arms… The same warmth that escorted me to step into your pavements on the first day. Still I feel the breeze under the canopy of your rain-trees hark! still we hear that cherished clang of bell hit by Alphonse uncle in his unique rhythm…... our beloved teacher’s voices are still flowing in the air Now class rooms are empty and still, But once they buzzed with our giggles and chats They took us to the Daffodils of Words worth To the frozen lakes of Robert Frost… Through the lyrics of Tagore And showed the renunciation of Gowtham Buddha marveling arts and thrilling sciences gave us wings to fly in colors Friends who stayed in merits and demerits stood together in good deeds and mischief All those golden good old days Of the teen spirits of arrogance Enthusiasm and outraging curiosity Joking peers and merrymaking leisure, all those lessons earned us life more than the scores those syllabus gave us.
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 1:33 AM UTC
stepping back to my cherished boyhood
The obsession of power A deliberate enforcement Preaching rationalism to humanity Resulting to terrible disappointment Hiding under are the intentions Covered in the name of religion A partial execution Blinding the disciples to purposeful confusion An evil in the name god A betrayal in the name of trust Shaking the beliefs of mankind Devastating the places of holy shrine Killing innocent lives Attacking from behind Claim themselves to be warriors Are nothing but disgraceful cowards Endless human slaughter A new dimension to cruelty Formation of mass destruction Is your definition of victory With all this misery An achievement you feel It won’t be the same again As the saints are out to **** Defying your motives once again To touch these grounds No force field to break Just a bullet in your head and you are down This time we unite The roles change And therapy continues carrying out this outraging revenge Animosity of fate As this time you witness The suffering and all this pain Its our turn now, you will repent
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Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 5:07 AM UTC
Terror-razor