Long Oppression Poems
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He Hit Me
I cry again
as sneak enters
the back door
stealth like to
uproot my
innocence
he hit me
he hit me
my cries
my words
went unheard
my pleas
my pleas
went unresolved
I shake the ground
to no one's consternation
or frowns
he hit me
I stood tall
I stood tallest
to his oppression
to his rules
and laughing ways
I have the pain
the bruises
and heartbreak
to show
to show
the ones
in similar fates
to stand up for
one's beliefs
against his fist
his oppression
his restraints
his rules
and laughing ways
because in the end
I will always
have my dignity
and more dignity
than him
He hit me
I'll get back up
I'm tall
And proud
He hit me again
I'll get back up again
I'm tall, once again
connie pachecho
December 26, 2016
I am angry -
The world brings it out of me,
The constant misery,
It leaves me uneasy, with this feeling,
Of -
Will this end or is pain ongoing,
This world disappoints me,
My people deserve a better ending.
The blood we bleed -
Used to satisfy their greed,
Their need,
To control,
And patrol -
The narrative,
That we deserve it,
That we earned it -
That to kill us,
Is to kill a deadly fungus,
For the simple act,
Of being us,
Of being Black - something they call a curse
I am tired of watching -
Black men slammed down ,
Black blood spilled on the ground,
People standing all around,
With their phones out - they crowd,
And yet no one cares to make a sound -
Instead memes become normal,
And badges become unlawful,
The courts become vocal -
On who is and isn’t lawful,
No guilt, not even a morsel
In the end even the law becomes unlawful,
I am tired of this never-ending cycle
I am always full of grief,
For all Black women,
Who from the moment they are born are victims,
To an unequal system,
Built against are bodies - to kill our children,
Who are not seen as human,
Just ‘dirty criminals’,
Unworthy of equal treatment,
Our pleas for help labelled a hassle,
Instead we are deemed mental,
And stabbed with a needle -
To ignore our claims of dismissal,
And to keep us ‘civil’
The world is unfair,
And only cares,
If the colour of your skin is fair
Years of oppression and no revolt,
Continued sufferings of subtle minds,
I don't find girl rising!
Living in subjugation and cruel society,
Abused by her own beloved,
I don't see any girl rising!
Call for justice is far from cry,
Targeting her from every side,
I don't find any girl rising!
Awakening minds is the only tool,
Raise a voice against despotism,
Inoculate courage into the oppressed,
Sun will appear above the horizon,
Ascent with an active rebellion,
I can definitely see the girl rising !!
Form of poem is rhyme.
Written by Dr. Upma Sharma
June 2013
Awarded 1st place win
Entered for another contest
Awarded 10th place win
I like this poem because this is my first and only wish
to see the girl rising !
And I m absolutely hopeful for it will happen one day!
America you emerged from digression.'
A group of familiys, escaping home
Oppression.' You were not perfect.' Yet
Gave thanks..To The God of all Gods and
All creation Father of Christ.' Acknowledged the Holy Spirit as your guide.' And built a Nation here I speak no
Lie.' Yet you allowed a new religion its that
Of two party politics, and its brought division.' Not for the users of its powers
Their unity stands as a tower.' Above the
Fog and mist of life.' The struggles faced
By man and wife.' In truth by all, who toil
Below, fed false values..? It well looks so'
Where once Christian unity kept allied' a
Nation that as a beacon, shone
worldwide, i now see a divided troubled
Land ' with red and blue factions '
real
Awareness has it been,
outsourced.? And real integrity.?
Has that been banned.? When instead of
'taking the helpless broken and distressed' on to a better life
There is a 'solid state.' Of suspesion, and no redress.' A tale of two islands and horrors deep.' epstien and
Ellis the two it
Seems compete.? Why is this so.? How can it be.? In the home of emancipation
Under God.' Who granted you real liberty.'
The question i pose.' I hope will de-eraze?
A division of Christian values in your ruling
Place.' I here will pray America
you once more will stand true.' To your founding principles..Under those colors ' red white and blue.'
May God be your guide, once more may faith be
Found by great measure; in you.'
April 21 Scripture Meditations Based on Job 7-12
Key Verse – Job 7:17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR SETTING YOUR HEART UPON ME
Thank You for setting Your heart upon me everyday
With Your love of kindness’ ray
Against bitterness so gray
Away from worthless feelings whenever I pray.
Thank You for setting Your heart upon me and my commitment
With Your wisdom’s settlement
Against foolishness’s indictment
Away from wavering due to discontentment.
Thank You for setting Your heart upon me along Your graciousness
With Your goodness’ gentleness
Against secularism’s assertiveness
Away from filthiness and selfishness.
Thank You for setting Your heart upon me despite my frailty
With Your supremacy’s sovereignty
Against humanism’s vanity
Away from carnality’s iniquity that brings futility.
Thank You for setting Your heart upon me to uphold my being
With Your Word’s truth-saying
Against worldliness’ denying
Away from disobedience that results in grievous crying.
Thank You for setting Your heart upon me midst corruption
With Your salvation’s assurance and protection
Against transgressions’ destruction
Away from guilt’s oppression and persecutions’ tribulation.
April 21, 2022
TO BEING NO LONGER CONFUSED AND AFRAID
Missed when first spoken,
But now the clanging echo
Is loud, clear, and rhythmically
Flowing into the cistern of divine
Wisdom and its supreme guidance:-
Even missed it when read
In biblical scripture—the mind’s
Ears often not deeply listening
To what the eyes were feeding:
Thus, missing the sage depth
Of allegorical messages:-
But today, all is as understood as
The comprehension of the cocooning
Metamorphosis of caterpillars and soaring
Butterflies leaving behind the emptiness
Of seemingly misguided adversity:-
You see, the simplicity of it all is this:
Freedom is a child of God’s sacred love;
And in God’s love, there cannot be any fear:-
When on the battlefield of the Lord, championing
Eyes on God’s love prize, debilitating fear can’t be:-
Thus, when it seems as if adversity
Is about to take over, we have but
To cry out in loving faith and hope:
Mercy, mercy, mercy, and know
That where is the love of and for freedom,
Shackling oppression is no match for liberation:-
So, let us keep our eyes on the prize
And keep fighting with the breastplates
Of hope and faith— coupled with mercy’s love:-
In abiding love, let us continue to greater heights—
That with greater love, our heirs will have less to do:-
So, there you have it, my beloved friends.
With and in loving faith, know and believe
God remains our light and salvation:-
Thus, let us fear not; for in his love,
We are strengthened and need not be afraid.
His mercy and love will always remain in and with us:
The journey has been chartered, and there’s no turning back:-
Wazobia weeps beneath darkened skies,
Her fields lie still in silent cries;
Farmers fear the waiting land,
Terror stalks with ruthless hand.
Classrooms mourn abandoned dreams,
Learning fades in fractured seams;
Factories stand cold and bare,
Workers tread the roads in fear.
Sleep has fled from weary eyes,
Midnight echoes with sad sighs;
Children vanish into night,
Hope retreats beyond our sight.
Adults too are dragged away,
Victims of a lawless day;
Yet power sits with stony face,
Blind to sorrow's deep embrace.
Church bells tremble in despair,
Mosques lift trembling hands in prayer;
Faith endures the storm and pain,
Waiting for the sun again.
While the people bleed and mourn,
Greed and pride are proudly worn;
Politicians trade the truth,
Selling futures, stealing youth.
Ransom speaks with growing voice,
Fear has made its wicked choice;
Terror wears a noble name,
Justice blushes under shame.
Wolves are welcomed to the fold,
Stories bought and cheaply sold;
Those who wound the nation's heart,
Sit in honour's highest part.
See the guilty dance in light,
Boasting riches day and night;
Yet the honest soul who speaks,
Finds a prison that he seeks not.
What strange nation have we made?
Why must truth itself be betrayed?
Shall we watch our hopes decay,
While darkness steals the day?
No! Let sleeping strength arise,
Let bold courage touch the skies;
Let the people stand as one,
Till the battle's work is done.
I can see corruption fall,
Hear accountability call;
I can see false rulers fade,
And justice wield her shining blade.
I can see the chains undone,
I can see a brighter sun;
I can see old systems break,
For a better land to wake.
Ashes bloom to gardens fair,
Healing flows through wounded air;
Tears become a living stream,
Feeding every buried dream.
Like a phoenix, strong and free,
Wazobia claims her destiny;
Rising from despair and strife,
Breathing new and noble life.
Justice walks the streets once more,
Peace returns to every door;
Hope sings loud from shore to shore,
Fear shall rule the land no more.
When the longest night is gone,
A brighter age will then be born;
Healing, hope, and victory,
Shall define our destiny.
For the dawn is drawing near,
Brighter than the years of fear;
Wazobia shall rise anew;
Reborn, restored, and shining through.
“When yesterdays become devoid of compassion”
I would wake up with blurred vision
Unable to fulfill a noble mission
Around apathy, marked by pride’s oppression…
When such happens midst love’s absence
I would lament with guilt in chaotic silence
Having allowed myself to rule along selfish license
In the guise of caring attitude’s prevalence…
When that scenario lingers of no charity glow
I would pray to God for His blessings' flow
Since His “compassions fail not”* today and tomorrow
Letting life to triumph against challenges’ woe.
*Lamentations 3:22-23 It is of the LORD's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: Great is thy faithfulness.
May 21, 2025
3rd place, "Choose a Line" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 5/22/2025
What difference can you feel,
if any,
between confrontation
and engagement?
Between nonviolent communication
and WinnerTakeAll debate,
or wrestling,
for that win/lose matted matter?
InBetween cooperative compassion,
dissociative persuasion,
competitive dispassion?
Between LoseLose despair,
win/lose anxiety,
win/win anticipation?
InBetween Mono-
Bi-
Poly-Cultural
world views?
Between liberation
and conservation?
Between dialectical discernment dialogue
and oppositional competitive privileged position?
InBetween invoking cooperative compassion therapy
and provoking traumatic face-saving oppression?
Between taking a deep listening solidarity stand
and giving your autonomous position statement?
About differences you may feel,
between divisive confrontation
and inclusive engagement.
The shining stars,the lighted moon
The bright sky,the far space.
The pure air,the flowing water
The vast land is our place.
We are born equal,we have equal rights
There shall be no discrimination,
No quarrels,no fights.
Freedom of religion, equality and justice
There shall be no oppression,
But happiness, prosperity and peace.
Today,the world is in chaos
Everywhere we see strife and wars.
The humans seek blessings and peace
In one's own land and overseas.
For centuries, humans are striving for equality and rights
In search of peace,they are facing strife.
Now it's time,it's too much
We need to stand,we need to march
To end the struggle, as such.
We need to serve and save humanity
All we need is,compassion and empathy.
There shall be no race,religion and caste
Not today,not tomorrow,
Our heart and soul need glory and peace,at last.
Let us promise to bring smiles on the faces of the downtrodden
Those,for centuries, weak and heartbroken.
Oh Lord! bestow peace and blessings upon us,
Let there be no more sufferings,struggles and fuss.
He who serves humanity with love and by heart
Is sure to fly free in the sky,soar higher and dart.
Oh Lord! give us the strength and courage,
To fight together, stand strong.
Guide us on the path of success, not rage,
Save us from doing wrong.
For ages,humans are struggling for peace,progress and favor
Not for today,not for tomorrow
But for days to come,always and forever.
The voice of humanity, shall be above all
To stand up with dignity,
Let us make promise, never to fall.
In the pursuit of happiness,
Let us all come together
Ask the Almighty
For peace,blessings and forgiveness.