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Our bodies were celebrities, before we knew fame
Privacy was a luxury, stolen from our innocence,
Our curves measured, scrutinised by envy,
Scales became friends without the empathy,
Put under a microscope, our bodies criticised for growing,
A black girls body, becomes front page news -
The buzzword they religiously used, ‘fast’ as if it were choice
Shamed for being curvy, yet paying for our shape to be replicated,
They instil hate, to make us shrink -
Just for them to showcase the bodies they claim to ‘hate’
Stealing credit, and robbing the spotlight
The aim of their game, was to install shame -
To feel better, for not being naturally shaped
Paper reviews and media highlights,
No protection, just unwanted exposure,
Contracts signed without our permission,
To showcase our bodies, like we are caged animals
Turned into a circus, to point and laugh at,
To hide the fact, that they wish they were black,
Their skin green, with the envy of our blackness -
Projecting hate in disguise of jealousy,
Trapped in a state of constant sadness,
For not living up to an image they worked hard to perfect
Our bodies, were just caught in the crossfires of their anger
Blood, sweat and tears
Through Christ Jesus, we can conquer our fears
Through His death, we can discover a new breath of life
His life was put under the knife
This was to give us new life
Paid in full
So you and I can fulfill our destiny and
Exhibit the magnificent Grace bestowed upon us
Death could not hold him
A new family was born and grows forevermore
He is the cure to our deceitful heart
He did His Part and
He will be praised Forevermore
Paid in full
So you and I can fulfill our destiny and
Exhibit the magnificent Grace bestowed upon us
Paid in fulfil to bring us back to him
Man and Womankind wants to stay alive and these "Spirits' need to be revived! The Spirit of Hope! The Spirit of Empathy! The Spirit of Love!The Spirit of Compassion!The Spirit of Kindness! The Spirit of positive Creativity!The Spirit of Truth and Justice!Can we get wrapped up in the Spirit of Confidence of the victory that we will achieve by putting the Enemy of the forgoing under our feet?Hold on to those "Positive Spirits" to keep your self alive and help your family survive,and make your children wise!! The "Spirit "keeps us alive! The "Spirit" of a "Lie" is of "The Devil" and "The Devil is a "Liar"and ignores what is "The Truth"!The "Devil" says that there is no such thing as hatred ,and we see it everyday,and we see love too,and this is how the "Devil" lies to me and to you,by saying things that are a lie and are untrue! Let us stay and remain in "The Spirit of The Truth"that make us "Godly",and think straight,and face what is real ,not matter how terrible it may be or no matter how we feel! The Truth is real,and a lie is "Deceit",and that is why "The Devil" is put under our feet by "The Lord God"!The Lord God does not need my help,because I need his help to boost this "Spiritual Power" everyday and every hour,and be revived so that I can stay alive! We need to revive those "Spirits" that are expressed in the words written in this poem,and believe "The Truth",and reject "The Lie"and build up our "Spirits"and never die believing a liar who always tells a good for nothing lie!
It was a rainy night. Sondra was watching a soap opera when she heard steps outside her house. Sondra called the police. Policemen patrolled the surroundings of Sondra's house, but they did not found anybody. She recently testified on court as witness for a crime she witnessed in a park nearby her house after returning from work. The killer strangled a woman who was making exercise.
Sondra went to sleep. She woke up with a nightmare. Vividly, she saw in her mind the crime.
A new day was ahead. Sondra woke up and took a shower. She got dressed for her work and prepared waffles, coffee and orange juice for breakfast. She left to work. Sondra worked in a modeling agency.
Sondra decided that afternoon to walk in the park nearby her house. She wanted to conquer the fear she felt after witnessing the crime. She heard a stranger call her. A tall man was near her.
Sondra felt fear. His eyes reflected lust. She decided to run to the police station that was located a few minutes from her house.
Sondra told to the police the event that happened in the park with the strange man. The police surrounded the park. They found the man and arrested him. He was the serial killer that strangled the woman in the park recently. His name was Lee. He escaped from prison to search for Sandra. Lee was put under arrest and returned to prison.
Sondra returned to her house. She took a bath. Sondra decided to wear a flannel pajama and socks. Turned on the tv to see the nightly soap opera. Later, she decided to read the local newspaper before going to bed. While she was turning off the lights, she heard steps outside the house. Sondra thought that she was imaging the steps. She decided to go to sleep. A hectic day was waiting for her.
1-10-2016
We worry, we watch, we wonder
As hurricanes race with fury
What will the strong surge put under?
It wobbles, it turns, we worry…
We pray for people to survive
As hurricanes race with fury
We just want all to stay alive
We watch the size, the wind, the eye
We pray for people to survive
It gets closer in the dark sky
On a determined path for land
We watch the size, the wind, the eye
Empty beaches wait, blowing sand
People reaching, with helping hands
On a determined path for land
We pray because we understand
We worry, we watch, we wonder
Bring peace to all, as we are manned
What will the strong surge put under?
Heidi Sands
9/9/17
*Placed 4th in Hurricanes Contest
Volga – 4
to the homoeopathy phial
standing on the traffic-island
why it appears
within her womb
the number of germinated nights
stolen without a kiss
is too little
is then it true
if all the chanting of Harinam
can’t be withdrawn from the alcohol
the body-odour of the running tamarisk-shrub
will enter into the circuit-house
and that devouring of the parchment
brings to the feelings of the non-veg ant-hills
the let’s-go-cure
gathering in the sauce-island
Volga - 5
coming to this ironed canal-side
every auto-rickshaw
wants to know and let other know
the mystery
behind the rice-rain
from the cirrus
the shame in the eyes of the seal containing signs
supplies the whole-sale dealership
of the civil disobedience movement
to the locality
the role of the hammer also
wakes up early in the morning
to put under its own tongue
an antacid
is it possible that the spits
used in the observatory
be made a little more fast-moving
manuscript of the basement of a well
the biography of the pond-heron will be scripted
even-then the productivity of the merry-go-round
wouldn’t be uttered for a moment
no sir, such has never been expected
in the liquefied banana-blossoms
too many hot breads resulted from the season-change
continues to bat vehemently
and climbs to the peak of heart-throbbing runs
they in a group will go to the
aqua anetha of the mole hill
to organise a folk-song
to understand this
no arbitration of the cactus is required
notwithstanding
it is heard that the thread was pulled
by the violin of the wife of the moon-god
from behind the screen
here in the eye-front
is the basement of the morning-well
on its one page lies the faulty crow-caws
and on another some sun-shines
swinging on the hanger
after some pages in recurring …the chicken-pox … the boot-polish …
within the two covers of the dance-drama
also comes the creepers and herbs
grown around the melting point
of the arm-chair
whose legs are broken
if each pore on the skin of the river-lily
becomes so much known
then in the background of this low land
let us have one game more
The crime rate in my city
Sapele City to be precise
Most comes from camouflage
Police is your friend
Bail is free
The biggest lie in history
Even when you're not guilty, you still need to pay something.
Where are your papers
You'll think it's your motor papers
But after tendering your papers
They still need another paper
Which is the money
They'll beat you or jail you
Innocently if you don't give them the money.
The police is for
Unity, peace and justice
Yet they disrupt the city
Dividing the people
Apprehending the innocent
Instead of justice
They collect money from the guilty.
There was a time
My youngest sister was defiled
Instead of apprehending the defiler
My youngest sister and my oldest sister
Who was pregnant
Was put under detention.
The clock on the wall
Just past boring.
Today’s Big decision is crumpets
And Charlie Stayt on the BBC still boring.
Today’s news is Covid 19.
The homes been put under the hammer
and martins told me to do my homework.
and I've been on a bargain hunt.
I turn the radio on its smooth fm
It’s a constant link of cheesy tunes
and yes I am living on a prayer.
oh I could so easily murder someone
best not as its father brown now.
then more Covid 19 on the news.
out for a walk with the lyra clad masses
and there’s more cyclists than Beijing.
Teas a thing with the shortest expire date.
And im now watching pointless which seems so apt.
then of to help Indiana find a crystal skull
then more news about Covid 19.
Bed
The End
Episode 2 tomorrow in fact no just read it again.
(I got the idea for this poem from my favorite horror movie 'Christine'.)
I bought a 1998 Corvette but I didn't know that it was possessed.
After it attacked people, I was put under arrest.
It came to life and started running people down.
I knew that nobody was safe while it was still around.
After I escaped from jail, I stood at the edge of a cliff and dared my car to attack
me.
When it came at me, I jumped out of the way and it went over the edge and it blew
to smithereens.
All the car ever did was kill and torment.
It took awhile but people eventually accepted that I was innocent.
Form:
10/28/16
No time for any sucker
Since I'm not getting any younger
Got to stay up, before getting permanently put under
I don't need no maid or butler
The same can be said for any cookie cutter
Anyday, as I do and don't discover
Among things intact and punctured
Straight up gutter
Near and far away from any buzzards
Onto something rougher and tougher
Year round, fall, winter, spring and summer
A world full of so much different colors
As well as things labeled and numbered
Either disorganized or well structured
Mass quantities of items have been plundered
Much of which became asunder
Nobodies perfect we all make blunders
Respect and love your sisters, brothers and mother
Similar yet different from one another
Near and far from lumber
During sunshine, rain, snow and thunder
I can't help but wonder
Due to my own curiosity and hunger
By: Dalton Ogletree