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Jordan Frances Jan 2015
I    go        out          for       coffee
                    with            my                        be­st                            
                                fr­iend        every
                                 evening
                         And see the thorns come out of
                    I  people In ways I wouldn't expect.
              D    One woman moves away from us. One
        R         boy calls her a terrorist. One man threate
    I           ns to have her deported Even though she w
N           as born in New Jersey.    America the free....?
K         I drink coffee with my parents in the morning, My
C          Dad's daily dose of poisons called  Fox and Friends
O     Hannity  The O'reilly Factor  Cause my ears to bleed.
    F   They say that while not all Muslims are terrorists All ter
      F   rorists are Muslim.    They use religion as a scapegoat
          E  What they don't know isThese radicals do the exact
             E same thing. I drink coffee by myself in the afterno
                 on. Somewhere, during that time Personality Ru
                  pert Murdoch blames all Muslims for terrorism.
                   He says they all must take responsibility for t
                     his "cancer". Then must I, as a Christian, tak
                      e responsibility for the KKK?  Must I, as a
                         member of your religion, Rupert, take
                           responsibility for your ignorance?  I
                             stand in solidarity with these Mus
                              lims who would never rip a hair
                                off my head or a bone from m
                                  y body.  We can do without
                                    people like you, who mak
                                        my coffee taste bitter.
#rupertsfault #stopislamphobia #stfufoxnews #muslims #solidarity
Preya May 2020
Mom
Keeping inside in ur womb for like 9 months,
Requires a lot of guts,
By making ur dreams shut,
N I know this is more hard than cracking a nutt....

Carrying my weight without being concern about ur fat,
Protecting me by giving shade in the form of mat,
Giving me birth without carrying about wrinkles ,which is threate,
N welcoming me with a big smile, even though u suffered a lot of sweat....

By giving me the support of ur fingers,u taught me how to walk,
U were were like the umbrella who always soak,
My sleep were so delightful bcauz of ur heavenly laps,
I know bcauz of me u were only taking few naps....

I m lucky to be ur daughter,
Ur blessings is all which matter's,
Whenever my confidence broke, u always showed me ladders...
U r the reason for all my laughters,

Whenever I m in pain , I sense ur worry,
U became my shadow against the world which is full of misery,
Why mom's are so good n it's still a mystery,
N trust me mom cannot be replaced n this is a history..
Though I have written this poem ....but mom cannot be described in words.

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