"wipped" poems
Children born with *** is the most sadest thing in life. Everyday there is a child born with *** The reason for this is because adults and children are ***** each and every day. By the curel careless people in this world. Kids are sent off to oprphanges in some parts in Africa where honestly is better then some other places in Africa. Thats not it though the ones that are not in oprphanges are at risk each and everyday for there lifes. Not only for this disease but for the curlest people that will **** them for basically no reason because they dont have freedom like we do. Why treat children this way period but why treat them especially if they have limited time in life. They dont get to see and experience what we get to see and experience because we have the freedom. Each and everyday children in Africa risk there lifes to go to school most of them don't survive because once again the cruel poeple in this world **** them. Unlike we get to go to school for free and have freedom. We get to have the oppertunity to have an education. When they are not even given a chioce. The kids that are not in a orphanage are slaves they get torchered they get wipped they even are forced to see there parents wipped, ***** and murdered. They dont have choices at all for there life the chioces are made for them. Barely any water to drink or even food to eat. Children in Africa die each and everyday either from ****** starvation, dehydration or there disease. We act so ungreatfully to people in our lives we should be ashamed. When poeple in Africa don't have parents or if they do they dont get to see unless seeing them be torchured. I am thankful for everything I have and the freedom I have. Learning about this in school was intrestingly horrifying because of what these people do to these children and there parents or to people in general. They dont get *** from chioce of *** or born with it or lack of condoms they are forced with this horrible disease that is life killing and that most likely turnes into AIDS. With out any medical or lack of medical attention the poeple with disease are left to die. With people torchering them by watching and ****** them each and every day. It makes me furious to know that there are children human beings out there that are being torchured, ***** murdered, starved and dehydrated each and everyday of life. This is the life to the day they are born untill the day they die. After reading this think really hard about your life and the things and people in your life is life really hard for you is it that painful is it that horrifying. Put yourself in there shoes would you like seeing your parents child or sibling get ***** murdered or even wipped each and everyday. going without food or water or having barely food or water. For me after writing this and learning it my whole life is heaven compared to them. I have everything they don't and better and I am not even close to being as greatful as I should. Think about this and this is so very true this is there lives each and everyday for the children and adults that are slaves that have HIV/AIDS in Africa.
Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 10:35 AM UTC
Can we go back...to where life met laughter. To when love had more value than fame. To how we used to respect those who came before us. And family extend far beyond the limits of your doorsteps. Can I get back to a gap toothed smile and fill em in puzzles. To puff bread and pecan candy. To walking my hanging with the homies at Dunbar. Who want to go back to walking from Oak St to Wakefield. Playing ball at Centennial Park, East end community center and MLK Elementary. Somehow I've wipped away a lot of my memory, however, I'll never forget my homies playing their makeshift drum set and me winking at their sister behind their back. Childhood crushes right. I have erased dates and events but the way you all have influenced me is engraved in me like the chiseled details on Donatello sculptures. I just want to go.....
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
I've made my darling
A chocolate mousse
Fluffy and creamy
Melts in the mouth
Thick, yet light
The taste is ravishing
Once you'd try it
You'd never wanna stop
Wipped with cream top
Little melts on the sides
The house smells so sweet
As the baking of two was on
Mouth-watering delicacy
I've prepared after so long
Top sitting a strawberry
With the blushing redness
Oh, berry you'd be sorry
As you'd be eaten soon
It's tea time already
So a very good afternoon all...
©sim
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 3:26 AM UTC
Hate filled words firing out of your mouth with the precision of a well seasoned ******
Aming at your target, and yet again your target is me
Your toungue so sharp the venom coming out can only be matched by that of the deadly viper.
After comes, I'M SORRY
You cut me down, just to lift me back up, only long enough to aim those blows so much lower.
Eye to eye, standing my ground, but inside silently shaking.
Sounds flying by me at a million miles per second but so overwhelmed my reactions are much slower.
Once again I hear, I'M SORRY
You pummel my ear drums with your plethora of complaints of all that it is I do wrong.
Simultaneously you cut me off and chastise me for having nothing to say.
Your words burned into my mind, just keep replaying over and over, haunting me all night long.
Morning comes and another..... I'M SORRY
Those two words themselves sting almost as badly as what caused them to be said.
All meaning has been wipped away, if ever there at all.
A clean slate for a new day, and with your sweet apologizes once again I will be misled.
Just one more... I'M SORRY
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC
My guide said,
Here is where the slaves would be wipped,
To see how strong they were.
How I wished I was one of them,
So I could feel on the outside,
What I felt on the inside.
So I could prove my strength,
So I could show the marks of my inside pain,
People would know.
That I only failed when life left me.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 7:05 AM UTC