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Respect The Roots

I’m thankful for slaves who never could understand, “Why do I work for people and get less than the bare minimum wage?”
Why do I go through the pain and suffering if there’s no gain for my family or me? My greats never were a boss and rarely knew who their family was so why live this life if it wasn’t free to be?
My roots nurtured the seeds who helped create opportunities; if we as the people could see how they lived maybe we would be stronger minded people rather than living like we have no sense
We are a culture that is talented in so many ways but we want to be the target of a negative headline news story. 
We already seen shackles on our feet, slavery, segregation, and racism against our peace, so why do we still act as if we can’t change the way people perceive us to be
We are not going to blame it on our past because they gave us freedom to see so why can’t we exploit this and live the true meaning of the land of the free
Disregard the negative news and set yourself apart change the way you act so others can see a fresh start
If we started from the bottom now where here isn’t that living proof we can do anything besides spend money on material things but invest in the future or non-profits to help others to build something and have a heart
We can’t just stay a struggle we have to be humble take over the government and make change not think we high class and go to jail for spending money or getting caught up for the wrong things
 Set a strong example for these homeless, gangs, prostitutes, and dealers because they are suffering and have only 2 choices that put us on the news headline story in jail or death coming soon
 As we lift up those who make a change on the streets or on Capitol Hill we are happy these people are creating an Underground Railroad to victory without suffering and hopefully this stand is coming to all my people to
 We got to take charge in numbers instead of sit back all for nothing
 If you better yourself from how others use to see you maybe you can see the roots that can help make the change for you as others grow in this thing called a root lifting cycle. Respect the roots.

Copyright © Brandon Browne

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In your memory

Thank you for the beautiful memory
you left on my mind
you are not dead
 but you are not here,

to me you are gone,
cos i cant feel you the way i used to,
everything you used to do are left untouched
the space you ocupied is empty,

our yesterday is fading away like the rainbow
so beautiful but so short,
how can i forget the endless yesterday?
when you are here with me.


in loving memory of my sister (you are not an angel but you did what an angel can do,you fly to heaven.)

Copyright © VICTOR BUN

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Glorify

When I close my eyes for one last time
His bright light I will see
His glory will shine upon me
His calming warmth will set me free
His grace and love will rest upon me

With his one touch
I have wings that will envelop me
His voice I hear as a whisper
Calling me home to be with him
I take his hand and glorify him

Glorify his name
No pain
No sadness
No fear
No shame
No darkness

Glorify his name in Jesus We Pray

T Reams for my wonderful Father

Copyright © TAMMY REAMS

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my lament on my mother's funeral

HEAR ME ALL YE THAT SEE
HEAR MY PLEA AND FROM ME, DO NOT FLEE.
CALAMITY HAS STRUCK AND NOW, I AM STUCK.
I FEEL LIKE DYING TO END ALL THIS CRYING
BUT I AM TRYING TO BE FINE BECAUSE I KNOW THAT ONE DAY,WE ALL HAVE TO DIE.
SO I WILL NOT CRY
BUT I WILL LOOK UP HIGH TO THE SKY AND TRY TO ASK WHY.
WHY DEATH OF ALL LIFE ON EARTH, TOOK BREATH FROM MY MOTHER.
NOW I HAVE NO OTHER.
I AM FILLED WITH STRIFE AND EVERY TIME I LOOK AT A KNIFE,
I FEEL LIKE TAKING MY LIFE.
INDEED, LOSING A LOVED ONE IS HARD.
IT MAKES YOU SAD AND FEEL VERY BAD.
NO WONDER OTHER'S GO MAD AND ARE NEVER GLAD.
I FEEL THE PAIN BUT THEN, "GOD GIVES.... GOD TAKES AWAY.....REJOICE ALWAYS"
SO SHOULD I REJOICE NOW THAT SHE IS GONE OR SHOULD I CRY?

Copyright © fred kanshamba

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Deadman Walking

Deadman Walking.

Entranced in thought.

Forgiveness forgotten.

Ghost of the future.

As the hood comes down!!

Copyright © Gypsyof Essence

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My Great Grandmother

My Great Grandmother

Trinidad Pacheco

I Miss you

but I know that your happy

You were always kind and giving

you never missed are Birthday's

I will see you again oneday

In Heaven.

R.IP Great Grandmother

Copyright © Lorenzo Pacheco

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I Won't Give Up

I some how feel numb
I am hearing and seeing but I can't move a crumb,

My body lays motionless to avoid the pain
I tell my self it is all in my brain,

How did I get this bad in such a short time
I was fine then the Doc said; oh you have two spots the size of a dime,

So I fight and say give me the chemo to keep me alive
I know in my heart there is no hope for me to survive,

But, my mind is still full of positive thoughts
This is what I needed due to how I have fought,

I cannot give up and just let go
Then I will for sure never know,

How long I would have had if I don't give in
No matter what happens I will keep fighting till the end.

Written By: Unique Poetry 2009: Wrote for my sister Cheryl whom fought Breast Cancer for 7 years at a stage 4 and she was 53....RIP..


Copyright © Michelle Born

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NEVER MOURN AT MY FUNERAL

Never mourn at my
funeral
Because i'm not dead
but sleeping
And relaxing on
Abraham's bossom
Never mourn at my
funeral
You that come in 
view
to mourning
But within you, 
you're
here to mock
Because my poetry 
has
once expose your
secret-deeds
Throw my body 
where
you please
Or let it be
dismembered
Never mourn at my
funeral
You the insect that
bites my daffodils
And you who want 
my
fish to swim on a 
dry
earth
Throw me on a 
stormy
sea
Where Jonah fell
But its a glorious 
shame
I can never sight the
river bank of Joppa
Never mourn at my
funeral
You that come in my
maker's name
Just to bless my end
Go thy way and 
search
for lust souls
Wear them a 
garment
pure as snow
Before they lie low 
with
me
And journey hell 
eternal
Never mourn at my
funeral
But mourn for we're
debtors of death
Adesitimi Taiwo

Copyright © Adesitimi Taiwo Damilola

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BY THE HOUR

By the hour,
I watched you leave,
On a journey from which
You promised no return.

You reached for my hand
Every time that you had saved
Enough alimony from your divorce with speech,
And said goodbye with not a syllable.

By the hour,
Your pulse sung slower
And the distance grew shorter
And one day, the bridge was in sight.

I said every prayer words could form,
I held you tighter when I heard the drums
Of mortality calling to your soul
And wished it had been just an ordinary cough.

But it was your last.
By the hour,
I had murdered this moment a million times.
I wish I had murdered it one more time.

Copyright © Jacqueline Kaliisa

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when i die

I wear a hoody so if I get arrested for a wrong crime
it means I’m automatically guilty
They say I’m the strong kind
But what if it’s the stuff I’m meant to survive that actually kills me?
They ask why I do stupid things and regress
They point and say damn he’s stressed
Then they ask how can you be depressed
When you’re dating a girl with double d breasts
I reply there won’t be a ring for her
I don’t feel a thing for her
It’s just a fling to me
She acts like I’m a king to her
It’s funny and kind of incredible
That these girls put me on a pedestal
But to me what’s most memorable
Is they look shocked when I fall
They think I’m some kind of prince charming
When not long ago I was depressed and self harming
I didn’t ask to be placed up there
Wish I was the guy to tell you you’re beautiful when your make up clears
When I’m gone don’t waste your tears
 I hope you find happiness and escape your fears
So when I die don’t act like I’m the greatest person who ever lived
Don’t paint me with accomplishments I never did
Be honest I could have been a better kid
Make sure all of my faults, weaknesses and downfalls are mentioned
I’m sorry if I never reach the end of my road to redemption
Remember I survived and fought through the depression
Forget the people who only care about what I left them
When I die I hope girlfriends, exs all the people I hurt
Realise I just never knew how to show them how much they’re worth
I hope when I die you can accept my apologies and love
I’ll see you when you you follow me up 

Copyright © Alex Duffy

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SAVIOR

 
Maturity. That’s his name.

Clad in tatters but armored in time,

He ripped me from the claws of a death

That had already composed the funeral hymn

For me.

 

He found me torn and dying

In a labor theater giving life

To something I didn’t quite know:

Something that had to replace the void

That one fateful night had left:

Something that could have been revenge.

 

He took its place and came into my life,

On a night of odds and spades.

He picked me up from the ditches of mortality

And embarked me on a road to everywhere.

He showed me that pain was endless

But that it always moved in pairs with joy.

Copyright © Jacqueline Kaliisa

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My Dream

I had a dream of u today u called me and told me it was all a bad dream u didnt have to go away wen i woke up i felt like screaming and crying im falling apart without u here its like a part of me is dying  all i can see is a big smile on ur face u kno nobody will ever take ur place its so hard for me to stay strong with my best homie gone the thing thats hardest for me to accept n comprehend that im never gona see u again that kills me inside wen u left us i feel like apart of me died i dont kno wat to do but all i kno is wen u left apart of me went with you

Copyright © kristin gregoire

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my fault

Once a week I take a long walk from my home. 
To the land of the dead and lay flowers on top of your stone. 
For hours and hours I stay and I pray. 
Telling you I miss you and ill see you again someday. 
As I wipe these tears from my eyes I cant help but hate myself for being the reason you died. 
You were my everything you were my world. 
The love of my life, my baby girl. 
I didn't see it coming it happened so fast one second were driving and all of a sudden crash.
 Before we departed you looked at me and laughed. 
You said good buy that you loved me then you started to gasp.
 When the police finally got there I knew I was done. 
Just another sad story of a teen who was drunk.
 The thoughts of that night are forever in my head. 
Making me wish that I too was dead.
 So the point here that I am trying to make.
 when you drink and drive its not always just your life you can take.

Copyright © drew Phillips

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Creation Conceals within Conclusion

Creation Conceals within Conclusion
Returning home, alas, long forgotten
Alone no more, an entwined surprise
The essence of one, unseen, a Delusion
The presence of self, unknown, begotten
Together no less, an unwounded lies

Copyright © Dennis Rarick

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Where was his helmet

Into the midnight cold he rides; 
a chance travel, on the wild side; 
this is the vision, that always repeats, 
whenever I think about that curvy Rockford Street. 
Alone he travels on his way home, 
until a mystery sends him flying into the air, 
and has him crashing into the ground far from the road. 
Where was his helmet? O’ where was his helmet? 
In pain he lays all alone, 
until two-friends rush to his aid, 
and frantically made emergency calls from his phone; 
paramedics arrive and relieve his friends, 
as his journey into the unknown slowly begins. 
Where was his helmet? O’ where was his helmet? 
Now in a hospital lying on a bed, 
with nothing but sheer pain streaking through his head, 
mom rushes into the hospital with one of her sons by her side, 
the other son was in Iraq unaware awaiting R&R and waiting on his airplane ride; 
a devastated mother and a saddened brother both watched as the youngest sighed, 
eyes watery with tears as they watched him slip into the cold night. 
Where was his helmet? O’ where was his helmet? 
I received the terrible news while I was in Ballad waiting for a good plane, 
instead I was rushed to an awful flight and my heart felt immense pain; 
I begged and I pleaded with God, 
Please O’ please let this plane crash and let everyone but me live, 
I love my youngest brother take me O’ Lord, take me instead; 
he is too young God; he hasn't truly experienced life, 
my goodness he was only twenty-eight and never had his own family, nope not even a wife; 
by the time I made it to Rockford it was too late, 
my youngest brother was forever gone as a chance travel sealed his fate; 
tears in my eyes the pain still burns deep I must admit, 
with only one question in my mind; 
Where was his helmet? O’ where was his helmet?

Copyright © Kelby Rice

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the anchor

when someone says you need to forgive someone for something
that does not mean you are saying what they did was okay
when they tell you to just let it go,unhook the anchor...
they mean for you,not for them,see a better day
you are giving someone power,when you let them affect your life to that extent
so forgive someone for YOUR own sake,actually DOES make sense
you hear alot of cliche' things,especially growing up like i did
but at the end of the day,i refuse to let them be that big
the creepy man that scarred you for life,or maybe an abusive husband
the girl that plays mindgames with the good man that's in love with her
that mother who let the stepfather abuse you cause' she "loved him"
or the father that drank and said nothing but "okay" and "sure"
no matter what your situation,you must forgive them promptly
you must forgive them for you,not for them,this doesn't mean it wont be rocky
it's hard to forgive, but its even harder to forget
but if you hold onto these grudges you will regret
you will become a bitter human being,with tons of exhausting baggage
thinking about these things and re-feeling them will run you ragged
trust me,i've lived it
im trying to fix it
im not perfect,im only human
but im trying at least,to remove it
let it go.
unhook the anchor.
let it go.
unhook it from your ankle.

Copyright © Brittany Carroll

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Memories of a stolen life

As I travel down the road I see memories of someone's loved one that has passed away. A weathered wodden cross stands as a reminder of a stolen life. It could be someone like me, or someone like you. I hope you see we are all not invincable, not even me.

Copyright © Zach Yingling

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WE

By Robielynn Collins
 
 It wasn't my fault, 
that 45' to your head, 
what was going through your mind, 
could not be said, 
the pain you we feeling, 
the hurt that you felt, 
the emotions gone crazy, 
because what life had dealt, 
so in one little moment, 
you took your own life, 
and ended the turmoil, 
the pain, 
and the strife, 
but for those left behind, 
especially me, 
I had to come to terms, 
It would no longer be 'we'!

Copyright © RobieLynn Collins

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The Promise





You always said you are not promised tomorrow
And now we know a life lossed can bring much sorrow,

How can it be you were here and now you are gone
We on earth feel hurt that will stay with us very long,

From Morning till night the pain is always there
To have loved some one so much and now hard to bare,

The loss we feel will subside one day
But, until then you will be missed every single way.


Written By: Unique Poetry...2012

Copyright © Michelle Born

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SlushPlunge

Distinctly extinct, the last mink is on the brink, toes curled round a spring board over an ice rink.. the warm blood of his family slushing the surface and resembling candy, no way out but down, or can he shuffle his limited vocabulary eloquently to achieve a level of adequacy resulting in he being allowed to see more days but the onlookers have retreated behind a soundproof pane, his cries in vain, years of torment, once congealed in his brain start to liquidize and flow down his face like heavy rain.. his clan below have stopped squirmin' , death has set in and now aims for his sternum, he still can't get a word in and it's so unnerving that his knees snap back and he feels the ice burnin'.

Copyright © Rob Browne

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Horrendous

Howling at the moon
Oh so sadly
Running tears across the dessert face
Remebering the times in which they had
Entering the mind of state to find a memory that which was not sad
Nevertheless the wolf had fallen
Dreaming a forever dream
Optimisticly running in the gates of paradise
Universes call back to the one alone
Sadness overwhelmed the wolf waiting for something, someone

Copyright © Krystin Lo

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our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.

Copyright © kelvin harold

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our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.

Copyright © kelvin harold

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our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.

Copyright © kelvin harold

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Cemeteries





I walk in the cemetery and I see all the marble head stones
So many lives six feet under and by now have turned to bones,

You often wonder what these souls did while they were living
How many of them were taken to soon and what they were giving,

The mystery is has all these spirits gone to the other side
There may be a chosen few whom still want to hide,

I wonder what were all these people like
I am sure some of them loved to ride bikes,

At one time their souls were all whole
After their deaths the body was left and it turned stone cold.


Written By: Unique Poetry...2009

Copyright © Michelle Born

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our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.

Copyright © kelvin harold

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our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.

Copyright © kelvin harold

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On The Last Day

And she will recite this:
On the day you last breathe
Your arms were too far for me to hug
Your lips were too cold for me to kiss
Your eyes were closed to see me
Your voice was no where to be heard
Your heart was still
Your eyebrows were still beautiful
Your skin became light no more
On the day of your departure
You left us with many questions
Your poems never told us about the date
Yet we knew the end shall come... when? Well we never knew and never expected it to be this soon!
On the day you died
You did not leave alone
But our souls sinked deep into misery 
As you left
I lost hope and faith in love
My lips want nothing to do with love anymore.
May your pretty soul rest...
May your wonderful soul rest...
May your beautiful soul rest...
On this day,
You wrote this,
And now, only now
Is the right time to read it out loud.
-N. B Mpila

Copyright © Buhle Mpila

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our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.

Copyright © kelvin harold

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our memories

our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories  of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there. 
      memory, what a summary.

Copyright © kelvin harold