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We are the home of the braves. The land of the free.
But America isn’t what it seems to be.
We are also way more fortunate than a third world country
But when we look around our people are hungry.
We are quick to find peace but yet we’re still at war.
We are so oblivious to what goes on around us but can tell what’s the super bowl score.
We are so busy telling them they’re wrong but we’re killing our selves.
Like a book shelf this American constant contradiction keeps adding on shelves.

We are promoting drugs to children and taking their lives
Our ghettoes are killing their dreams and taking their strives
We sometimes privilege the rich and punish the poor.
Then our public figures expose children to the illegal stuff leaving them w/o hope for more.
We show them alcohol but then restrict their age.
Then we beg them not to put the car in gage.
Then our government is quick to lock them up and throw away the key.
But then they want us to help them and be all that we can be.
The media only portrays the bad and rarely gives us the good.
If we can’t take ourselves seriously then who else should.
If together we stand and divided we fall.
That’s why we hunch our back and never stand tall.

If we’re big brother then what happened to our mom and dad.
Whose to tell us right from wrong and let us know that’s bad.
This country was birthed from fighting ourselves but we didn’t learn.
Its like our ship is sinking and we’re hanging on to the stern.
We try so hard to be everyone’s friend that we made an enemy.
Then we rub them the wrong way, but its really bad chemistry.
It’s this constant back and forth or up and down.
It’s the outside happiness or the sunk in frown.
It’s this American contradiction that keeps us blind.
It’s the same contradiction that doesn’t want us to expand our mind.

Its like we’re confused but we don’t care to explain.
It’s like we act on impulse and don’t even try to refrain.
We are so helpful but yet helpless.
We don’t know where to move but this is our game of chess.
We blame one man for all our problems.
Then we turn around and expect him to solve em.
We forget what hard work is and education.
We so focused on the time and meditation.
We do one thing and say something different
We need to change this contradiction in an instant.
NIQUEL MCRAE

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Baggae Claim

It’s easy for me to pretend like I’m fine and I’m not even hurt. 
But I know I’m crying on the inside and drenching my shirt. 
For you to call me like we’re best friends, like every things okay. 
I sit on the other end of the phone breathless not knowing what to say. 
I have emotional and mental scars that are going to take a while to leave. 
Which makes it hard for me, I can’t just jump back in and roll up my sleeve. 
I understand we were close like a father and daughter are supposed to be. 
But don’t forget eight years ago you completely ruined it for me. 
You choose your path and led me down a road of darkness for mine. 
It’s okay thou I wiped my tears and promised my mother I’d be fine. 
I couldn’t let you break my spirit, so I had to be strong. 
I understand we left you but to be honest you still were wrong. 
Now your sitting here wanting to come back and start were you left off at. 
You’re eight years too late I have to pack and frankly don’t have time for that. 
I’ll be fine, I’m okay, but I’ll never be the same. 
So here’s the baggage you left with me and it’s time for you to claim.

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I HATE

I hate to say I understand some ones pain knowing I really have no clue.
And I hate trying to give them advice when I know I wouldn't know what to do.
I hate saying its going to be okay when I myself is doubting it in my mind.
And I hate asking millions of questions when I know the answers are hard to find.
I hate to pry into someones personal space even thou I know a hug is needed.
And I hate to fuel the fire of emotions by accident because I don't want to feed it.
I rather not be the one held responsible when someone's world comes tumbling down
And I hate to be the person that catches the after shock but I'll always be around.
I hate to say it doesn't matter when I know deep down inside it really does.
And I hate make people dwell in the past because this is the way it is and that's the way it
was.
I hate to see people sob even thou it doesn't move me enough to make me want to cry.
And I hate to see people who hate life so much that it would make them want to die.

I hate to see that ignorance is still being birth in a country who lives off of being diverse.
And I hate to think that we came along way in these hundreds of years just to disperse.
I hate that it takes drastic measures to bring people together as one.
And I hate that people no longer have the attitude of what's done is done.
I hate that people now have to take things to the next level when it could easily be dropped.
And I hate that if your walking down the street innocently your life could now be stopped.
I hate that kindness is now taken for weakness so people are taking advantage of others.
And I hate when fathers don't take care of their responsibility and the same goes for
mothers.

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100 (Be Your Self)

It has been brought to my attention that everybody believes they are as real as they claim

And if this is true then 100 should have a new name.

Because some people are 50/50 like coffee creamer straight half and half.

That's equal straight down the middle since I have to draw this graph.

Its crazy because that means part of yourself is fighting to be you.

But your trying so hard to fit in with everybody else that you can't catch a clue.

Its like your voice box has been tweaked and now you all the sound same.

Your soul use to burn with passion but your clone-ish instincts smothered the flame.

You can't past your own judgement because your state of mind isn't ripe.

So you feed into all the B/s even though your conscience is screamin don't believe the hype.

The dependency on the thoughts of others cripples you and they carry you like a walker.

And its sad because your true self lurks in the shadows and follows you around like a stalker.

Its amazing how you fake it to the point where you aren't even you in your own dreams.

Also to the point where your inner self breaks down into silent cries and murderous screams.

Wanting you to be you so bad but you don't even remember how.

You broke that promise to your self, so faithful is no longer a vow.

So what do you do when all you can do is sit and think to your self why.

Why did you care so much about fitting in that you would let your self die?

Murdered your self completely and never even gave it a choice.

It amazes me because mute people have a stronger voice.

What ever happen to being different its called an individual.

But now everbody wants to be just alike so they are too indivisible.

I heard the saying that great minds think alike, but never are they synoptic.

So your headed down the wrong path but you don't know because your vision is myopic.

All you can do is swerve off that road and try to put together a new path.

So add that 50 to you and you'll get better math

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Mark Get Set Go

The lights are flashing like cameras, you inhale and your ready to take off for the race.

You hear screams, see faces filled with joy, and at first you start at a slow pace.

Slow and steady with no directions to guide you to the finish line.

You don't know whether to go left or right so you pray that God sends a sign.

You take a couple of wrong turns and it throws you way off track.

Now because of those mistakes you have no choice but to go all the way back.

You can't go back to the begining but you can retrace your steps.

No one said this race was going to be easy its like doing 600lb reps.

Reps that will cause pain that only the strongest of the strong will be able to bare.

But they say anything is possible even the impossible through prayer.

Everyone wants to come in first place nobody wants to be dead last.

Some people are willing to do anything to win because they know their not fast.

But what people fail to realize is that its more to this race then the prize at the end.

If you haven't noticed sometimes the cheaters in the winner circle do start to blend.

No matter how famous you are cheating and cutting corners can turn your win into a myth.

But your separation from them is depending on the reasons why your running to begin with.

Legends and records are meant to be broken and they sometimes die.

Because alot of other runners after you gone are going to give it a try.

Legends fame and fortune can only last during your race

Because it will all cease to exist when you come in last place

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Women

As women we still have to fight for what’s ours now a days,
Because some men believe we should still be stuck in the cooking and cleaning type of phase.
Like we don’t have it rough enough living in a mans day and age,
Because when we’re missing is the only time we make the front page.
Having babies while we’re babies and these men not giving a damn.

No job dropped out of school now we depending on Uncle Sam.
No future to look forward too so we look up in the sky.
Church on every Sunday praying and asking God why.
Being a woman isn’t easy especially a strong one with a head on her shoulders
Basically we’re pins in this world and life changed the bowling balls to boulders.

Double standards to the point where man belittle who we are.
Then they take advantage of us until we’re open like a bar.
Emotionally attached to see the finer things in life.
Cady Stanton wouldn’t stand for just being a mans wife.
In 1848 she was one of many who put up a fight.

Picket signs the whole nine battling for women’s rights.
More money in their pockets and they’re taking our jobs.
Then they screw us over twist and turn like we’re just door knobs.
Some men call us out our names then beat us like we’re a slave
Emotional and mental abuse until we can only cave.

We struggle to stand on two feet then they knock us down to one.
When we can’t take it no more we scream it’s over and some are quick to pull the gun.
We let these men take over our lives and control who we are.
No more shinning light because they turn us into a dimming star.
WE work hard to prove our selves every second minute and hour.

Fighting life’s battles and wars and until we obtain uncontrollable power.
Mother’s telling us what doesn’t kill us only makes us stronger.
With all this we have to strength to keep the fight going longer.
As long as we stand up straight and remember any problem can be solved
Because anything is possible when women get involved.

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Breathless

Its like the heart rate increases and air begins to thin. 

Bright lights appear and you notice the paling of the skin. 

Adrenaline beings to pump and your heart skips a beat. 

Blood still circulating and your chest pounding like runners on the street. 

There's no life in you, yet you still some how manage. 

Its like your immune from what comes next, you have an advantage. 

You decide to walk on thin ice with no one else around. 

You can't swim, the ice breaks, but you still don't drown. 

Its like you go into war half dead but come out alive. 

Also like your weak willed but still some how thrive. 

You also feel complete but yet your still broken. 

No words completely mute but so many things are spoken. 

Its like your lost but one day you come upon alot. 

It might be small but it can get bigger once you give it all you got.

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What Needs To Be Realized

As I sit here in my room I gaze outside and watch life pass me by.

Wondering when will it all come to a halt but I never get a reply.

Because its simple it doesn't need to slow down I need to change.

Life doesn't revolve around us and some people may find that strange.

Its not that life is unfair, we were just born in an unfair society.

But as a human instinct and emotion we develop states of anxiety.

We have to learn that everything isn’t worth beating ourselves up over and break down.

Not the endless nights, tossing and turning, or so many tears that can make you drown.

We have to open our eyes to see that our bad isn’t as bad as we perceive it to be.

When one door closes another one opens, we all have different philosophies and never agree.

When we finally come to a realization period it will make life so much better.

Because if not we will always remain as the “life is un-fair debtor.” 

One day we will look at our selves in the mirror and realize that all of this is true.

When that day comes everyone a feel better and for once know what to do

Best Poems Written by Niquel Mcrae

I Heard Love Was Like

American Contradiction

Baggae Claim

I Hate Preview

100 (Be Your Self)

Mark Get Set Go

Women

Breathless

What Needs To Be Realized