Best Priviledge Poems

Rank Has Its Privilege (RHIP)

Privilege is preferred by a rank.
Privilege is gained by respect.
Privilege is profound depending on source.
Privilege provides a way of looking at...

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I was one of many that had the priviledge
to live with my Grandparents.  The lessons
I learned from them will remain with me for
the rest...

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A soul mate is not perfection of shallow attractions
But a love that many read about so unique and rare
Realness that is deep and sincere -...

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America... 
is tired of going to sleep
with both eyes closed; 
one eye is now open. 
She sees everything in the dark.
She's always watching, day and...

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As My Day of Birth Approaches,

I'm Reminded how Fast Another Year has Gone By.

The Years Come and Go,

And in Some Respects, I Feel Numb to...

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How sweet is 
the name 
Jesus?
he is my 
saviour
he is my sheild
he is my 
helper
he is my 
provider
though i was a 
sheep that 
had strayed
though...

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i'm tired of these boys that aint no good
i'm tired of these boys that aint goin nowhere, ghetto for life, no further than the 
hood
i'm...

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Fog comes swiftly, generous her gift flowing
Light and breeze different when its foggy
'Pon the terrace, priviledge, boundary open
Memory winding.....  

Inspired by Craig Cornish's
Contest:Sapphic Stanza
Not...

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I don't have a beautiful voice to sing 'My country tis of thee, sweet land of liberty'.        ...

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"Celibacy"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

It's been eight years....WOW
I want some nookie, and i mean like now
But how, when my only aim is to Provide Him...

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ive never felt so high above the dirty ground,
ive never been able to touch the clouds and feel the mist on my fingertips
to see ur...

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Yes, God does give and take away
but when He gives, it is a gift
a truth your life so well portrays,
the one our lives were well...

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You would not have dared look into my face
When it wore flesh and scowled
Upon the world your people forced on me, 
You sons of Mammon,
Children...

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Those were such happy days, for I had lately been deeded a farm,
My aunt and uncle were retiring, so tillage had lost its charm.

Since they...

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