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Best Poems Written by Remi Stan

Below are the all-time best Remi Stan poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Neighborhood Watch

I knew a killer,
He went by the name
of not guilty.
He was supposed 
to be a neighbor in the hood who watched,
But instead got caught up like an alcoholic
salivating over a bottle of scotch.
When he saw a black teen
he dismissed his orders
and hopped,
Onto the bandwagon to comfort his desire
to activate that racist gene that initiated that shot.
Any coincidence to others lost on the spot?
Excuse the New Kids,
We have another innocent teenager dead on the block.

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Disability

The feelings aren’t healing,
Discontent continues wheeling,
The outer skin of my patience desires to find its true meaning,
My heart is causing friction,
The inabilities need fixing before time runs out,
The pressures of being the one,
The man,
The one man that can oversee the potential growth
and harvest it seeds,
The one who initiates and provides stability
has an underwhelming handicap.
Can I save myself?
Is the rot going to end up simply killing me?

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The Enemy

They say blacks have a thing called fast twitch muscles
that enables them to run faster or dodge a modern day bullet.
It’s unfortunate for Michael Brown,
He wasn’t able to outrun it when his enemy pulled it.
You see,
It’s commonplace in the Unites States to shoot blacks
and call it an accidental mistake,
With the whole world glued to their tube
not sure what really ensued,
A long deep inhale while scratching one’s head confused.

Anger’s about to reach its boiling point
Screams can be heard from across the globe
But the heart already knew,
The heart already knows how it goes when you’re up on your toes
Hoping,
Just hoping the resentment doesn’t grow.

The face of the enemy locks itself into the eyes, ears,
and psyche of the world’s inhabitants
Once again to say they’ll objectively investigate
and combat this thing,
The truth is after all that has happened
It’s as if they only invest in hate;
proportionately leaving questions across the evening plates
It should be our creator,
and not you who should be deciding an individual’s fate
The last time I checked,
Our taxes pay for you to serve and protect.
But many times paths are crossed, 
You’re too inept to express yourself
which time and time again leads to an
unwarranted arrest or something much bigger
like a death which makes it a national event.
There is a God and you’re not him,
Your excuses are growing really thin,
But I must admit, it still allows your sect to win.

If you’re not willing to get in on education
Then forget about trying to state your case,
All their verbal diarrhea is falling on deaf ears
Even the blind’s lack of vision conjures up tears,
The sum of this equation equals to Blacks still riding in the rear
Whether in the United S of A or the playground right here, 
Black men are endangered and sadly living in despair.

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Houdini

As he walked,
Breathed,
Talked,
Sneezed,
The root of all evil was indeed marinating deep within him,
A natural seasoning,
A cue for treason,
Short side of critical reasoning,
His attire was outfitted for any season,
His shoes covered many miles,
He supressed plenty smiles,
The eradication of the same breath he enjoys
dazzles his need to cause 
pain and suffering.

He likes to be the Big Bad Wolf,
Follows his prey and performs a Houdini act,
Dangerous is an understatement,
Violence and cruelty is the aftermath,
He doesn’t know any better,
Desensitization at its finest,
He takes pride in adding the minus,
He takes pride in fulfilling his addiction to adding the minus.

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Insecurity

I can see the world spinning way out of control
Drugs among the teens is really taking its toll
It’s all about the liquor beverages deep in the fold
What about the times when these kids dreamt and had goals?

Now they got that stench of weed stuck in their clothes
Molly stuck in their throat with a dick in their mouth
Abortion in disguise all these young girls riding out
No pride,
It seems as if there’s nothing inside
Many nights I stare at my wall
I fight back tears
Wondering what’s wrong with our beautiful young women,
No directions in need of love and affection
Lack parental blessings with a real life lesson
They all losing they soul
As I said in the 1st line
I can see the world spinning way out of control.

These girls so hungry,
It’s anyone guess,
Have to be taught to aim higher than less,
They all want to be like Miley Cyrus,
A virus,
Affecting their vision like a pirate,
Coming off as a whore who’s a tyrant,
We are in trouble!
They are so lost, ring the sirens!

While I pray in silence,
God, I’m a dial your number,
To help me overcome this frustrating blunder,
Too many precious queens and princesses to lose,
I’m confused while burning my fuse
Trying to figure out what it is to live in their shoes.

I got many views concerning this matter,
Just want to see our young women in good manner,
Want to see how they can climb and see their minds get fatter,
Do away with that useless chatter,
Leave the assholes and get their masters,
Achieve that first then see who can match you,
I bet none of them can,
They’ll take off quicker than a getaway van,
You don’t want a scrub but someone who really cares,
You have all the power use it positively wherever you can.

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A Revolutionary Christmas

It was a week before Christmas
He knew many kids were about to receive presents
Didn’t care too much for Sing-Alongs 
Rather obsessed about Mr. Benjamin,
And his flock of Dead Presidents,
Living among the outcasts
Most couldn’t grasp how his daily went,
He was only 15 years old,
Already prepping for content of execution
‘Cause he resented his present sleeping tent

With no loving parents
Just a distant memory and a vague scent,
Through the cold days and nights
He planned every scenario possibly to circumvent,
He was scared for his life but had to be strong
Couldn’t relent under pressure
He hated to see these happy spoiled brats with their gold
‘Cause he too wanted his own treasure,

Like the pirate that he was 
He sought out other aggressors
They planned to stand tall at a mall
To see if there would be any holiday gestures
With caps in their hand bracing the cold weather,
The patrons came and went
Putting a dagger through their endeavor,
Not wanting to pester,
Or be anyone’s jester
He understood that he had to one up and
better their adventure,
He was hungry for respect
His appetite was growling to take more of a drastic measure,


Being on the lower end of the spectrum
He’s all too familiar with people
Living arrogantly with an abundance of pleasures,
They couldn’t give a damn about the less fortunate
However,
His purpose now was clear, and it was all coming together
The texture of the lever was smooth and its design was very clever
His initial plan was written in Braille 
Where only the blind can transcribe
the contents of his unfinished letter.

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Losing Faith

Feeling inadequate
Succumbing to expensive habits,
My intentions are immaculate
But my love switches gear
like a driver cycling through standard shifts,
I am with doubt
That I will be able to solve this bitch,
I’ve thoroughly searched through endless pages of consultation
Coming up empty
Praying, that help is on its way
before my soul drifts
and the world would then lose another precious gift,
I would have loved to possess a more meaningful kiss,
This was, after all - my timeless wish.

Whether it be friendship or sinking another’s battleship
Engaging in heterosexual relations
Or just working out some family biz,
My energy is fizzing out in establishing what a good person is,
I feel polluted like sabotaged waters and its many infected fish,
A batter who anticipated a curveball but still swung and missed,
My mind is thicker than any mist
I have unapologetically forgotten my roots
Dementiating where I came from,
and what a good person is.

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Poor Travellers

Came to this country little suitcase in hand
For a better life in this wonderful land
Pockets were sort of empty but he mentally planned
7 days of school-work as he desperately could,
To send money back to care for his family
Found a Haitian princess to live ever happily
Then something happened
I came about gradually
But actually,
I was second in line
My sibling was the first to cry through birth
It was I who naturally did all to hurt
Playing with greens acting a jerk
Misdemeanors causing people’s blood vessels to burst.

Gone are the days where I grew up in church
Went from being colorful to emphasizing the darkness of my worth
My mind used to be free now it has the same shackles of a slave
Dreaming of unfathomable thoughts- the sum of my fears
Half a time ago the world’s producers of pure tears
Alone in this world
I tricked myself into believing that no one really cared.

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Double Dutch

During the past weeks I’ve been having mental leaks,
Over situations
Can’t force anyone to eat,
I even had to question my manhood
It was too easy for me to weep,
Struggling with extreme discomfort
It’s like having sores under my feet.

Tried very hard but the willingness couldn’t meet,
And now I’m viewing it through the rear,
Where did I go wrong?
Did I actually go wrong?
Can’t seem to get an answer
Same old song
Being pushed to the curb
All night long
Lionel Ritchie,
I preferred if she danced on the ceiling
Rather than see me here
Then attempt to skip me.

Double Dutch
Jumping around the main issues,
Take a second
Can you put yourself in my shoes?
Am I over reacting?
Or simply too dumb to take cues?
It’s hard for me to sit idle while watching you lose
That bullshit you claim it’s not an excuse
You are a project for abuse
Your aura is becoming loose
I hear you loud and clear
I should have known what to do.

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Mystery

When it’s all said and done,
Zimmerman still won,
Another young man
blacked away from a gun,
What really happened?
did he fight did he run?
I guess it really doesn’t matter
Mr. Zimmer was the only one,
Who knew the whole truth,
Lies so sweet will leave him with only one tooth,
Should he be killed?
Let him soak in victory and chill,
Judgment day will fast approach
and someday he will have to answer
for all that hatred that spilled.