"somo" poems - Hello Poetry

Yo soy Guanajuatense Nacida en una sociedad de Mexicanos Born in a society of Mexicans were everyone is accepted by who they are Not trapped as a slave or treated different The American society can’t be compare to a Mexican society Los mexicanos somos unicos tenemos caminos hechos por padres mexicanos Somo bautisados catholicos nuestra madre es La Virgen De Guadalupe la cual Juan Diego vio y lo combertio en un santo Penjamo is city full of colors visible as the rainbow Our flag known as the tri color is a important figure in Mexico green signifies hope, joy, and love white represents peace and honesty red stands for hardiness, bravery, strength, and valor the eagle was found by Aztec people where they would see an eagle on a cactus eating a snake Tenochtitlan was founded by Aztec people Which is now call Mexico City As we believe the history we also believe what The bible tells us it’s a precious thing for us Mexicans We tend to speak with god to find solution to problems Not all cultures have a belief in god I also find myself in a world full of pain a contradiction to war Not knowing whether anything could be done People are dead here and their Everywhere there is war Veniendo de México a un mundo con nuevas reglas saviendo que tu vida a cambiado y estas evolucrado/a en una cultura que quisas no aceptes como dise un dicho mas vale ser aceptado/a por quien eres que por quien te cres all cultures judge others by the way they are but we are all humans and have the right to be who we are only God could judge when people say you're brown I said I’m proud When they say I’ll never learn English Look at me know your reading my words Soy 100% Mexicana con educacion Americana pero echa y derecha con cultura Mexicana

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Sep 1, 2013

Sep 1, 2013 at 3:21 PM UTC

brenda-gutierrez-1

I'm Guanajuatense

Yo soy Guanajuatense Nacida en una sociedad de Mexicanos Born in a society of Mexicans were everyone is accepted by who they are Not trapped as a slave or treated different The American society can’t be compare to a Mexican society Los mexicanos somos unicos tenemos caminos hechos por padres mexicanos Somo bautisados catholicos nuestra madre es La Virgen De Guadalupe la cual Juan Diego vio y lo combertio en un santo Penjamo is city full of colors visible as the rainbow Our flag known as the tri color is a important figure in Mexico green signifies hope, joy, and love white represents peace and honesty red stands for hardiness, bravery, strength, and valor the eagle was found by Aztec people where they would see an eagle on a cactus eating a snake Tenochtitlan was founded by Aztec people Which is now call Mexico City As we believe the history we also believe what The bible tells us it’s a precious thing for us Mexicans We tend to speak with god to find solution to problems Not all cultures have a belief in god I also find myself in a world full of pain a contradiction to war Not knowing whether anything could be done People are dead here and their Everywhere there is war Veniendo de México a un mundo con nuevas reglas saviendo que tu vida a cambiado y estas evolucrado/a en una cultura que quisas no aceptes como dise un dicho mas vale ser aceptado/a por quien eres que por quien te cres all cultures judge others by the way they are but we are all humans and have the right to be who we are only God could judge when people say you're brown I said I’m proud When they say I’ll never learn English Look at me know your reading my words Soy 100% Mexicana con educacion Americana pero echa y derecha con cultura Mexicana

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I remember one time When we were ******* It was when that new song "Ride" by SoMo had come out. So you put it on and took me Into the living room And kissed me like you meant it. We started on the couch And then went into the kitchen You bent me in half Pushed it in But something was wrong I dropped to the floor, crying. "Baby, what's wrong?" You asked, Gathering me up in your arms. I couldn't even answer, I was crying so **** hard. And it didn't even hurt anymore, But I couldn't even walk So we sat down on the couch And I held you so **** close And just cried I haven't ever cried like that In front of anyone, ever. You just held me, Let me cry, let me cry it all out. To this day, I still don't know why I was crying, Or why I was begging you to Just hold me. Maybe I knew our end was coming soon Somehow In the back of my mind I knew Somehow.

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May 26, 2015

May 26, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC

lost-girl

This is a Story

I remember one time When we were ******* It was when that new song "Ride" by SoMo had come out. So you put it on and took me Into the living room And kissed me like you meant it. We started on the couch And then went into the kitchen You bent me in half Pushed it in But something was wrong I dropped to the floor, crying. "Baby, what's wrong?" You asked, Gathering me up in your arms. I couldn't even answer, I was crying so **** hard. And it didn't even hurt anymore, But I couldn't even walk So we sat down on the couch And I held you so **** close And just cried I haven't ever cried like that In front of anyone, ever. You just held me, Let me cry, let me cry it all out. To this day, I still don't know why I was crying, Or why I was begging you to Just hold me. Maybe I knew our end was coming soon Somehow In the back of my mind I knew Somehow.

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Dizem que vivemos na terra da liberdade Mas como se pode chamar liberdade se não somos livres? Somos livres para seguir a ordens dadas Somos livres para escolher o que nos não foi escolhido Liberdade para criar uma carreira passada Inovar o que foi criado Sonhava ser livre Liberdade paradoxal do pensamento Somos livres para escolher religiões Somo livres pensadores que acreditam num ser superior Mas como podemos ser livres se não acreditamos em nós Somos livres de pensar o que já foi pensado Somos livres na terra da liberdade Terra nutrida de mentiras e ordens Terra sem virtude Terra onde vivemos Terra onde somos o que não queríamos Assim se é livre Livre acorrentado por coisas que não somos Pensamento preso por aquilo que não fomos Assim morremos ansiosos pelo ser superior Ansiosos para ELE nos mostrar o seu poder Mas como? Se morremos ao nascer

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Jul 21, 2017

Jul 21, 2017 at 6:18 PM UTC

Kb3

Terra da Liberdade

Dizem que vivemos na terra da liberdade Mas como se pode chamar liberdade se não somos livres? Somos livres para seguir a ordens dadas Somos livres para escolher o que nos não foi escolhido Liberdade para criar uma carreira passada Inovar o que foi criado Sonhava ser livre Liberdade paradoxal do pensamento Somos livres para escolher religiões Somo livres pensadores que acreditam num ser superior Mas como podemos ser livres se não acreditamos em nós Somos livres de pensar o que já foi pensado Somos livres na terra da liberdade Terra nutrida de mentiras e ordens Terra sem virtude Terra onde vivemos Terra onde somos o que não queríamos Assim se é livre Livre acorrentado por coisas que não somos Pensamento preso por aquilo que não fomos Assim morremos ansiosos pelo ser superior Ansiosos para ELE nos mostrar o seu poder Mas como? Se morremos ao nascer

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*Your lips fluttering on my sleeping eyes. I want to awaken to the aria of your whispers. ti amo....I love you. lo somo tuo...I am yours. I awaken to your desire. Full of wanton needs. You bathe in my sweet release kissing my hair seeking all I am all I want to be. I love you Those words so wastefully whispered are meaningless. for they are but a simple human attempt to describe the undescribable. The voice of our love climbs through the open window rising on the warmth of angels breath To heavens gate*

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Sep 1, 2015

Sep 1, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC

jude-kyrie

Morningtide

*Your lips fluttering on my sleeping eyes. I want to awaken to the aria of your whispers. ti amo....I love you. lo somo tuo...I am yours. I awaken to your desire. Full of wanton needs. You bathe in my sweet release kissing my hair seeking all I am all I want to be. I love you Those words so wastefully whispered are meaningless. for they are but a simple human attempt to describe the undescribable. The voice of our love climbs through the open window rising on the warmth of angels breath To heavens gate*

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