an angry
alliterated agony
ferociously flowing
the treacherous
tenacious trumping tactics,
tell truth tales,
of our outrageous
pompous, pontificating potus,
holding hungry hostages,
hanging hopelessly helpless;
weary worn warriors, walled
by bigotry’s belittling:
pitiful poor panicking people,
lingering like lynched lackeys;
veiled villainous vampire
dictator, dooms
democracy, demanding
america accepts asinine,
audacious aristocracy;
when will we wake
and audaciously approach
regaining revoked rights;
evil envy, eventually eviscerated?
infectious ingrained idiocy,
can’t continuously control
conscious citizens,
purposely propelling
people power,
to triumphantly
trounce this
tainted tyranny:
pretty please,
look…listen…learn…
legal legislation!
Shall I compare thee to a hunter skilled?
Thou art more fluffy and flearidden:
Rough winds do not shake thou steady gaze,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a pelt;
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shine,
And often is thou fur untrimmed;
Yet small rodents are but divine,
But cat’s evolved everchanging limbs;
But thy eternal hunter shall not fade.
Thou’s opals are like owl’s.
And such, thou is feared in sunlight and the shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as rats can breathe or their eyes to see,
So long lives thou claws and gives purpose to thee.
F is my flavor as you feel me coming, I taste like garlic and gunpowder. nauseating you as I bubble in your throat louder and louder
I is for what i ignite, memories of spilled milk and tears, memories of being left behind over the years
G is the glimmer of joy I bring you, you dont want to like hurting others, but you do, this pain can’t be forgotten, if you suffer than they must too
H is for the hurt in their eyes as venom spills from your lips, you remember a time not to long ago when it was you with that ache, when it was you who was made stronger from the fact other wanted you to break
T is what I take, when I take everything around and tear it all down, till your left with nobody in your life except me, my coldness an invisible thorny crown you can’t see
Fight is for a never ending cycle. The hurt hurts and gets hurt. And the victim turn persecutors. I will never let you win. I will only leave you alone
we cannot hide him in the snow, said another angel dear
Shh! whispered a more seasoned angel; he is rather near.
We do not want to hurt his feelings, see that ginger hair?
She had heard the rumors, which simply are not fair.
They left the red-haired angel to guard a candle yellow.
They tiptoed out to do their bidding, leaving this little fellow.
We’ll bring him some chocolates and caramels, one angel said.
They also brought him pizza with pepperoni and sauce spicy red.
He stands not stiff, not resolute, not determined
a pole up his back, in corn field full of angry crows
no one notices him and he cares not a whit
He holds down his position not due to duty or abilities
Circumstance and birth keep him in this muddy place
He does not try to leave, never thinking he could.
Wishing he had a brain.
The preacher told the crowd to go home and love
on their family
You to the far right and back of me
can't know
that the warmth of blankets keep me home
How many doorways should I enter
holding out for hope?
The sprawl in my chest
pulsing from upset
is often tamed
enough to wake and earn my wage
Bartering with God
my soul the fee
May it go unnoticed
that it's a worthless thing
I make no promises
I take no oath
Just living until all the stops just go
I'm a tired thing
spinning in circles
believing the path
however just tracks
of the other lost and fallen
I'll wait on God
Surely He sees
that I am wrapping myself up
Silly clumsy little sheep
Say, angry child,
angry child with a frown,
balled-up fists
ready to pound.
Relax for a minute.
It’s okay to smile.
It’s okay to say no.
It’s okay to turn people away.
No hope for the future,
no hope for tomorrow,
searching for happiness
in yesterday’s sorrow.
Say, angry child,
hold your head up and smile.
Seems like you haven’t done that
in quite a while.
Say, angry child,
stay woke.
Believe in yourself.
Being alive, breathing,
should give you hope.
Say, angry child,
wipe those tears away.
Look forward to tomorrow.
Rejoice in your brighter day.
Say, angry child,
I see that smile.
Joy looks good on you—
you should wear it for a while.
The ‘angry black woman’,
Is me -
We can agree to agree,
Because u see,
I am proud to be - a black woman who is angry
When I see me, I see a fiery spirit,
A passionate girl with nothing to lose -
Except my sanity,
To be happy,
I must be -
The black woman who is angry
Everyday is a battle of strength,
And by the end of the day there is nothing left to give ,
Because to be black is to exist - not live ,
To hide your emotions -
To clench your fist -
To resist,
The urge to scream, to cause havoc
So yes i’m angry - and no i’m not ignorant,
I am just sick and tired of holding it in -
Of pleading my case,
Giving evidence,
And yet after all this -
Still be treated like a mental patient,
Labelled as the ‘angry black woman’
The stereotype -
They label as a disease -
One that takes our right to speak -
To have free speech,
So yes i’m an angry black woman -
And no,
That doesn’t make me crazy
To be an angry black woman,
Is to -
Reclaim the narrative,
Of the right to speak -
On the issues,
You claim -
To be -
Non existent,
I am an angry black woman -
Because I care about my people
disappointment whispering at every corner
pride is not a voice in your soul
no longer a girl
only a voice
a voice
only
no
yelling at me to "just do it"
it's not that simple
it's not that easy
it seems that
no matter
how hard
I try
it's never enough
it will never be
never enough
for anyone
no matter
I'm fine
everything is fine
but it's not
it's not
fine
its
not just ok
it's hard
every
time
it gets harder
but
you don't see
and you never will
every action seems pointless
every word well-spoken goes unheard
unrewarded
every time
the light
unseen
my voice
unheard
greedy grubby grabby grimy grainy grim reaper
was angry with his wife, a wild woman on Thursday
He decided to break some rules and be a window peeker
We must report that many did not escape his wrath that day.
my anger settles in
like a bad guest
it doesn't burn and fizzle out
it sits and persists
and insists upon itself
like any vice would do
for its right to exist
it may twist its words into a fine mist
but it NEVER admits
i always feel so stupid
why’d i ignore all the lies?
all the girls and all the times
they warned me about you
i shouldn’t fall for you
i think about you all the time
if out of sight is out of mind
you’re always hidden in plain sight
you make me such a fool
how’d you make me fall for you?
my friends try to warn me about you
i hate i ignore them too
and every girl out there knows best
why can’t i just think like them?
why’d you make me fall for you?
The clouds grew angry in the sky
Their mood was dark, their hue the same
Then rain came tumbling from on high
The clouds grew angry in the sky
Floods came, and things had gone awry
Then lightning set a tree aflame
The clouds grew angry in the sky
Their mood was dark, their hue the same
mouthy angry duck was cursed by the witch old Lenore
He had no idea of course what was in store
She banished him to a forest, where he was a tree
He could not whine or whimper, noiseless was he.
taking over the night
dark angry terrifying
overcasted clouds
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