Accountability Poems - Poems about Accountability

The skin I have Black Vs The skin they wanted White It was like a lifelong competition With only one condition Whiteness wins And well blackness Loses So from young they Indoctrinated us Into believing White=advantage Black=disadvantage And if you were somewhere in the middle Well that's their decision You better hope that you get...

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Roots tangled in the soil, Truth withers in shadowed light, Answerability falls. ©bfa042425 ...

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Do you ever hold yourself accountable, or only measure the aftermath, never the cause? Do you notice when my love fades, yet stay blind to the weight of my unhappiness? Do you see my worth in the dreams I build, or only in the distance I keep? Do you recognise the effort in the little things, or do they slip past, unnoticed? Do...

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Self-reflection is only half of the work. The full work is owning up and taking action. Don't abuse the power of grace you give yourself....

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Created to be different to bring about a generational change Trauma invoked to keep most from creative conscious range Learning being different can bring in a great feeling It's imperative for the need to work on inner healing That inner child help develop creative healthy happy adults Taking chances to heal, help the experience for those results Don't stay in the...

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Being responsible for your actions and your decisions and following through on the outcome...

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As the pale, pacific moon hung low, silent and still, waiting for this day's receipts. When echoes of day's purchases will be absorbed either in the heavenly or hellish holes of the waning moon. Weary with wars, the deceit of greed, where hate is heralded more, the selfish, superior ones, their darkness dimming their light,...

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The Lies you tell me and then tell yourself the way you act as a victim in your own web of hell and if I call out your horse- , you will blame and throw a fit you cut me with your behavior and words and then don't expect me to bleed you then...

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No one gives you food When you're able to do so, Work out your own good....

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* for maximum effect cue audio at stanza break "For as they were in those days before the flood... so the presence of the Son of man will be." - Matthew 24:38-40 I see them, though they cannot see me. I watch as they engage in their hedonistic desires, indulging in licentious lust as they pursue gratuitous...

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Why is accountability so allusive to mankind? I think that many of us forget, that God is not blind. There is always an excuse, an easier path to take. Will our deception anger God, or make his heart break? Can’t all be forgiven, why must we show disdain? Practice what you preach, so your work is not in vain. ...

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I had to learn to let go I had to understand how to move on Needed her to leave In order for me to be free Times when I’m alone I just wanna text her And start all over again But clean slates don’t exist I made boundaries for me to heal But I keep breaking them...

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Today, there are no rubber ducks or mother's marigold skirts to hide behind as we once did. In their place, lurking dark and hoary, a bathtub mist updrafts thick with loose spores, and mildew veins sprawling behind caulked-over creases. The day, shrinking away heavy with time, as a body sagging into water. Even the washing suds have gone sour, worn out honeysuckle soap. Vibrant bubbles now collapsed flat against the opaque water, lying unseparated as waves and...

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There are things that we sow, and we do not desire to reap their harvest. In fact, we might later engender aversions to the distaste we created. But there is a fixed law that says, 'we reap what we sow'. Inertia remains until an outside force alters its status. Inertia must be a rarity in our vast volatile universe because...

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I saw it coming, like New morning in May, when I ventured out, and hugged the air - For the universe was waiting, while Its pool of plenty said, breathe I then sought the Almighty, who Boost everyone's battery From booze as drugs, and Toys, like pseudo joy. I vowed to submit to life refreshed To crave such natural high I would need no other fix Just...

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