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If i allow a mother to steal food, in order to feed her babies. Does that make me
an angel or criminal? How do we as people not take responsibilty to change our
own destiny?
For justice is the right of everyone!
If i don't take the time to teach this mother to stand, to be self reliant, to have faith,
to face her fears. If i don't teach her compassion and self respect. Does that
make me part of the problem or the solution?
For any injustice hurts everyone!
If i don't register to vote because i believe the system is broke. How then can i sit
on this mother's jury, with 11 others to deceide if she committed a crime?
For justice is the right of everyone!
If i allow the truth to be silenced by her economics or her up bringing. Am I giving
her an excuse to keep on?
For any injustice hurts everyone!
If i check hispanic as my race because my other choices demand that i deny my
mother. Does that mean that i disrespect my own people?Does that mean i don't
believer in Dr. King's dream?
For justice is the right of everyone!
If i allow the disrespect of another's faith, from one coming of my own. Does that
mean I have no faith in my own beliefs?
For any injustice hurts everyone!
If i adopt a child from a a foreign country. Does that make me heartless to the
needs of the here?
For justice is the right of everyone!
If am a solider supporting my family and I must go to war. Does that mean I
support the reasons behind the war?
For any injustice hurts everyone!
If am a hard working law abiding citixen . Does that mean that it is none of my
concern how the system punishes criminals of differnt races?
For justice is the right of everyone!
If my child is on life support and my insurance won't cover no more treatment .
Who then has the right to deceide if my child lives or dies?
For any injustice hurts everyone!
If i justify my wrong doings with excuses of what was done to me and my people.
Will you tell me what that makes me?
For justice is the right of everyone!
Justice is everyone's freedom to think, feel, love, have no limits in what one can
do. Justice is to receive the respect of everyone. Not to be judged for sex,race or
faith. To have equal opportunities for you and I!
To quote Dr. King's words, " Injustice anywhere threatens justice everywhere!"
end quote.
For any injustice hurts everyone!
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In all honesty,
I never learned your name.
I didn’t need to;
The look in your eyes is your name
Like fireflies, they twinkle and glimmer your name
A name I love saying
The way you stare at me
It’s like I’m the color yellow,
And I’m painting away the grey of your world
That’s what you tell me
As my head rests in the crook of your neck, and your fingers trail up the bare of my hip
You’re yellow, and sunshine to me you say
And I’m grey like a pebble, soaking up your rays
I laugh
But grey is my favorite color I tell you
It’s the color of the skies on the days I’m tucked in your arms, because its too cold and wet to go outside
It’s the color of my favorite blanket that I keep under my bed
Its only for special occasions
When I need to cry and shake and let the dreams of the night know I’m not okay
You’re not just for special occasions though
You’re for every occasion. Every fight, every dance,
Every laugh with my head thrown back and my fingers tightening around you for purchase because laughing with you is like an ******, it breaks me, it builds me, it loves me
Even when you’re not here
I still think of you
I sit you beside me, and tell you thoughts, even when reality speeds around us, and you’re not really there
Even now I can sit you beside me
And trace the figures of your love with my eyes
Black hair, straight and deep. Sometimes short, sometimes long; I can’t choose, you’re beautiful either way
Brown eyes, deep like the dirt flowers and dreams can only sprout in, that burn like the hearts of spinning stars
Tall, and I hate it, but you always use it to your advantage to capture me tight
I lied
I love it
Long fingers, and you pluck secrets and whimpers from me like notes from a harp
God, I love them
God, I crave them
You’re my all dreams bundled into one, my opposite, my piece of the puzzle, my favorite melody, my infinite addiction
I can’t live without you
A day that goes by without you is another breath stolen from my lungs but what can I do because you’re not even real
Like Pygmalion, I’ve fallen in love with my own mind’s tortured creation and now I can love no one but you
I can stare at no one but you, and when the night falls, I can go to no one but you
To Orsino, how can you say women can’t love like men?
I’ve fallen in love with a woman and now I’m dead.
September 25, 2018
I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...
Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums.
A place of unfamiliarity that screamed,
"You don't belong!"
Yet, a voice of reason spoke and said,
"Expand yir' roots. Venture beyond the comfort zone. Academia resides inside that room, but know you won't be alone."
Repeatedly,brainwaves declined what my wife and editor had told me.
I'd say,
"no way, I'm givin' up my soul for free, they read, they pay, like it's always been, the way it's going to always be!"
Unbeknownst to me one day, and with a slight of hand, my "Open Sores" were put on display and surprisingly more than a handful of great ladies and nice guys began to give feedback on what I had devised.
This interaction was something very new, helpful, and impressive. For a change, it was something real.
For years, those around me were quick to give praise with hidden reasons. Constructive criticism is amazing, and I welcomed being corrected or set straight.
Now there are those who choose to shut me down without explanation, and call me names.
DO NOT mistake me for sophomoric! These words bleeding from my guts have no style and need no approval. There is no thinking involved here, no plan. If you don't like it, fine...don't censor or bracket me in. So what if I am illiterate? If you don't like "street poetry" or the pathetic stuff I write, don't read it. If I offend you, tell me.
We should welcome those who are different than us.
Words of truth inspire movement, like fire.
I came to this room to expand my horizons, step outside the box, learn, help, grow.
There will be no apologies dealt for being different, or for being labelled as something uncomfortable to you.
This has been an ok room so far, but there is some clique trickanery going on.
If the dictionary must come into play, let me recommend looking up the term "Poetic License."
True, I may not be the writer you prefer, or aspire to be....but tread carefully my friend, for you have no idea of my profession. I've made a fine living, for a good long time, spewing words onto paper. I came from nothing, and may still be nothing to you...still, I do what I love, have no boss.
I am not an aspiring writer who dreams of a life, I live my dream. In conclusion, I must wish you luck in finding what you peddle poetry for. Until then, keep
THERE IS THIS MAN
THE MAN THAT CLAIMED TO BE A FRIEND
THE SAME MAN WHO STOLE MY INNOCENCE
HE TOOK MY CHILDHOOD FROM ME
AND NOW THE ONLY WAY I FEEL LIKE A KID AGAIN IS TO CRY AND ROCK, CRY AND
ROCK, CRY AND ROCK MYSELF TO SLEEP
THE WAY HE LOOKED AT ME WAS LIKE A “MAN” IS SUPPOSE TO BE IN A “WOMAN”
BUT I WAS ONLY A GIRL
A GIRL TRAPPED BETWEEN THIS MAN AND THAT BED
I STILL SLEEP IN THAT BED
AND EVERY NIGHT THINKING BACK ON WHAT SHOULDN’VE HAPPENED
TWO YEARS LATER STILL IN FEAR BECAUSE OF THAT MISHAP
THIS MAN HAD NO RESPECT FOR ME
LYING INTO THE FACES WHILE STARING INTO THE EYES OF THE FAMILY
THIS MAN STILL HAUNTS ME
NOW EVERY GROWN MAN THAT LOOKS AT ME I FEEL IS DIGUSTING
WHEN EVERY MAN WITH BIG THICK HANDS, LOW CUT HAIR, CHARMING PERSONALITY
SMILES AT ME
I REMEMBER THIS MAN’S HANDS CARESSING AWAY MY INNOCENCE
THE MAKERS PROTECT THIS MAN
CHILD OR NOT, THE PROTECTION SHOULD BE FOR THE INNOCENT
FOR SPEAKING UP THE LADY MAKER TOLD ME I LOOKED STUPID
BUT IN MY HEART I FELT BRAVE
FOR TRYING TO PROTECT GIRLS WHO WERE UNDERAGE
SEE THIS MAN, (AND I USE THAT WORD LOOSELY)
IS NOT A FRIEND, NOT A GOOD KID, NOT INTELLIGENT, NOT HEAVEN SENT
BUT THIS MAN MURDERED MY SELF-ESTEEM
A THEIF!
AND HIS MAKERS…ACCESSORIES
CONDONING THINGS THIS MAN DOES TO YOUNG GIRLS
AS IF HIS ACTIONS DIDN’T ALREADY HURT ENOUGH, THE MAKERS ADD ON PAINFUL
WORDS
IM NOT SORRY THAT I TOLD THE TRUTH
IM SORRY THAT YOUR MAKINGS ARE DECIEVING YOU!
HOW DARE YOU TELL ME THAT WHAT HE DID DIDN’T MATTER?!
TWO YEARS AGO OR TEN, THIS MAN SHOULDN’VE NEVER DID WHAT HE DID
AND YOU ‘RE STILL IN DENIAL WHILE HE’S STILL DOING IT
THIS MAN KISSES HIS MOTHER WITH THOSE LYING LIPS
THE SAME LIPS HE USED TO KISS MY INNOCENCE AWAY WITH
THIS MAN CHANGED MY TRUSTING HEART
I CAN NOT TRUST ANY MAN
BECAUSE THIS MAN…
THE ONE WHO PORTRAYED A FRIEND
DECIDED TO STEAL MY INNOCENCE!
I DON’T WANT A MAN TO SMILE AT ME
BECAUSE I’LL THINK HE’S SMILING AT MY BODY
AND MY BODY STILL CARRIES THE SCARS FROM THIS MAN
FINGERPRINTS STILL VISIBLE FROM THE UNWANTED TOUCHES OF HIS HANDS
AS FOR THAT BED, EVEN WHEN I LOOK AT IT FOR A SECOND OR WHEN I LAY IN THAT
BED
I LET THE TEARS FALL DOWN THE CORNERS OF MY EYES BECAUSE IM SCARED AGAIN
ALL BECAUSE OF THIS MAN’S ATTRACTION FOR MY INNOCENCE
Form:
~ (~) About a teaspoon it takes me in the morning-coffee-that-is. (~) ~
~ (~) Cream more, sugar, a little-less, though truly I still do prefer my cup fresh brewed... its
superb when piping hot you know it sure is tasty. (~) ~
~ (~) Searching through those IM's e-mails trickle-trickle-hiss-bubble-pop-pop love-is-groovy
you bet man red lights hot lights an honor yes-I feel they're all an-honest testament that
hollowed ground is sacred... . Illuminating one and another their shadows dandling-along-a-
part-of-the-simple-collection-of-rain-puddles offering-their-jest, and from the beginning you-
know-I-believe they all exist as one light dancing together-until the very end. Because as
they vary; pale shades of poetic Grey, they carry for me of feeling but one of two tones
jocularity;
bitterness... . (~) ~
~ (~) Intoxicating really the harshness of Winter-fervency-of-Summer sweet rejoinder
cultivation of all our prayers... Spring... ! (~) ~
~ (~) Took a stroll amid the saffron all grown up in the Autumn laying down beside the day
lilies wisteria grace gently caressing them enchanting... . (~) ~
~ (~) Vibrant I find it all to be so very encouraging. (~) ~
~ (~) Looking now the frost once thick-crisp driveling down beading up upon the many grassy
shoots tulips lavender flower the mighty pines-now-reflecting-a-dewy-vapor, refreshing to the
touch, taste; hues of virtue mirroring this, glistening-upholding-all-things, in-their-
timelessness. (~) ~
~ (~) Life evolving hope offers this proposal questions often posed answers granted remain
open... because I believe peace and freedom this way friend are forever evolving,
while love all year 'round, it waits... pondering-this; as it deliberates... . (~) ~
~ (~) Like glistening crystal pools of alabaster sands scented-up diaper dusty-talcum baby
baby powder, funny contentment privy-so-privy I love the way newborns their eyes tend to
wander as they coo, all jovial, and-warm... surrounding all they know of God themselves in
the wake of the room... . (~) ~
~ (~) The birth of enlightenment a burst of individuality in every glance; I can't today but
maybe you, tell me now God is a farce, remaining kindle to the kind-less...
still the kinder... . (~) ~
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I watch for her after midnight's twelve strokes,
often thinking how life likes to play cruel jokes.
Stilettos clicked on pavers as she walked
a nod on the stairs, but we'd never talked.
Eyes smudged with black liner, like bars on a cell,
She always returns looking like she's been through hell.
I knew her name was Lucy. I heard him yell at her last night.
She trembled past me in the hallway, teary eyes full of fright.
Midnight lady, short skirts, and pouting ruby lips,
street corners for an office as she swings her hips.
I saw her in the morning light when she walked out the door.
Fresh face, pink cheeks scrubbed clean, and nothing more.
In jeans and baggy t-shirt, she looked like an innocent child,
not the kind of woman who got paid to drive men wild.
Lucy - if I tried to rescue you what would you think of that?
Would you have to worry about the guy who wears the fancy hat?
No one can own another, so I'd like to make an offer to you.
I'll buy you a ticket to anywhere if you tell me you're through.
I'm just a stranger, but I know who and what you are...
too young and beautiful to live a life that's so bizarre.
I've never gotten over how guilty it made me feel
for living that life while pretending nothing was real.
I'm offering you the way to get out the mess you're in,
a life of danger, a tangled web of emotional sin.
Dear Lucy,
I'm leaving this note and money under your door
because I don't wanna see you around here anymore.
I wish someone had given me the chance to be free
then maybe I could forgive myself for what I used to be.
You don't know who I am, and it really doesn't matter.
My name once was Lucy, before I was bruised and battered.
Long ago I had a daughter that I was forced to give away.
I'll regret the choice I made until my breath fades away.
Signed: Someone who cares
Someone who dares
I prayed this Lucy was not the daughter I had born.
In her faded jeans and baggy t-shirt she had worn,
I watched her walk away with all she owned flung over her shoulder.
I knew she'd have a better life than I had by the time she was older.
As a tree, my limbs are broken and brittle. My life not worth a dime.
But if she is my fallen apple, out of the gutter I must help her climb.
Hello God, I know You are the Almighty Father, the Creator of all heaven and earth. And I
thank you for all that You've ever done for me. I give You all the praise, honor, and glory,
that you so rightfully deserve. You are worthy of all my praise. Thank you for my wife and
two sons Lord, my mom and all of my family. They are such blessings to me. There are a
few things that I need to discuss with You though, Lord. My oldest son is bi-polar as you
know but won't take any medication. Why God won't he help himself and take some
medication to help clear his mind. He is so handsome, intelligent and tallented but pitiful and
mean at the same time, schizophrenic I believe people call it, and says he hates You. I
know that You understand that he is sick and I know that you help us as much as you can,
but I sure do wish he could find some help somewhere down here on earth! There seems to
be no one to help these poor sick people. Some have even gone into schools and killed
teachers and students because they wouldn't stay on their medication or they couldn't get
their medication right for them. Others have killed parents and grandparents. It's so pitiful
Lord. I also thank you for my Church family and the tallent you have given me for playing
several musical instruments. I love playing piano and hope that many people are blessed
from it, but mostly I want you to get all the honor and glory. Another thing Lord, I want to
ask You to touch and heal my mind. I thank you for my wonderful physical health but I've
had a problem or a "thorn in the flesh" I call it, just as Your Servant Paul had. I don't know
what was wrong with Paul but I know I need a special touch from You. Sometimes it's very
confusing. I know Your Word says seek and ye shall find, but I've been seeking for an
answer or for help or healing for many, many years. I've ask for healing so many times and
I know You're probably tired of hearing it. But You tell me to pray without ceasing and to
bring my partitions to You. If I must go on the way I am, I don't want to be a slave
anymore or to hide my true self from society anymore. I don't want to be that "someone, no
one knows" anymore! I know if I pray to You, that You will keep me in Your Way. Please
Lord make my mind whole and normal. so that I can cope with each day.
Once our land stretched from coast to coast
and the drums of the people beat proud
we were mighty and we were strong
we were happy . . .
then the white came to our shores
they thought our land was theirs to take
they called it Canada
they brought disease unknown to us
when we fought for what was ours they killed us
and we killed to . . .
we were a savage people true and skilled at death
many of our chiefs were tricked to come in peace
many of our chiefs were hung . . .
they called this justice
the whites stole our land and our way of life
they massacred the buffalo and bear only for their fur
and left their rotting bodies and we wept for them
the ancestors of our people fly with the eagles
drifting and falling on the wind
their cry is our cry . . .
we were herded into reservations like cattle
starved into submission and left a broken people
and they called this justice
but in each of us burns a fire bright that can never die
in each of us is a strength and courage
a tranquility and serenity
we accept the past as the white acknowledge the wrongs
and the Prime Minister of Canada
is trying to say sorry
with tears he apologizes to the people for
the hangings
the killing of our people
the stealing of our land
the 1960 scoop of our children
the residential schools of abuse
the highway of tears that goes on and on
yet, the social injustice to the people is still present today
when they steal the land we have left
for pipelines, and other projects without our agreement
we want to keep our lands pristine for wildlife
we do not want polluted water where the fish die
some of us are living in third world conditions still
with no water, electricity, heat . . . still on reservations
so you tell me where the justice is . . .
I am just a girl of the here and now but
but I hear the drums of my ancestors beating
in my heart . . .
_____________________
April 1, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/They Call This Social Justice
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1009-383-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Social Justice
sponsor, John Hamilton
First Place
-Sentimentality can blind a man to the truth.Those who appear the most trustworthy deserve
the most suspicion. So check on those we trust (Trust But Check).
The people closest to us cause the most pain
When emotions are dry they expose us to more rain
They say trust is a virtue
On our mind from dawn to dusk like a child's curfew
When I sit and think about trusting another girl
My mother
A friend
My brother
I change my mind
Brush trust to the side
I'll never forget how much I trusted her and got cheated on
When I was little trusted my mother and got beated on
Trusted my dad but got badly neglected
Thought me and him were homies but got badly disrespected
All grown up now and nobody can get close
I feel I trust myself the most
For others I possess no feelings
Like a ghost
Catch them in their lies pure intuition
The ones most trustworthy get the most suspicion
Traitors can't get an ounce of trust out of me
Thank God I study psychology
I can't help it, they all screw up
Knocked down the ranks soon after they move up
I offer my experiences to all who read this
No one can be trusted, please believe this
Check on those we trust
Verification is a must
Be watchful and vigilant of people who label you with lust
Women don't set youself up to get laid or played
Men don't allow yourself to sprayed or played
Trust doesn't exist anymore at least in this generation
Looking for love in all places
Such desperation
Spot them before they spot you
Identify the clue
If you can trust them then fine
This is just my opinion
My view
As you have just read, I have a serious trust issue. People only use you for an ulterior
motive they secretly conceal. I know, I know, everybody must face the fact they will be
used. Then again, what about the method of OVERUSING people. Humans in all shapes,
sizes, genders or colors can be so deceiving. I sound bitter, I know that already, but come
on even family can't be trusted. This is just my opinion and cry out to any one to just check
on the people that lust for your confidence. Just cause they appear trustworthy doesn't mean
a thing...
They say without trust, a relationship won't last. They are right. For strange reason however,
I can't seem to trust family, a stranger, a friend, boy or girl. Scary? You tell me. But...What if
I can't trust myself...?
You told me back when I was young,
That before we both grew
Old,
One day we'd live inside a mansion
Full of all the richest
Gold.
You said you'd give me diamonds, and write my
Name up in the sky
You said you knew it looked bad now,
But one day we could fly
At first, you were so gentle
And at first, I
Believed.
I thought you were my noble king, and I trusted
Your honesty
But you fell into an amber bottle, you got
Addicted to the drink
You bruised my all-too-innocent heart
And it started to sink
You took my wildest fairytales and
Spun them into dreams
No matter how unreal they were, no matter how
Out of reach.
You said we'd have a palace full of fancy, shiny things
Then you drenched it in your alcohol
Now it's not worth a thing
You said I'd be a princess, but I look
More like a toad.
I thought I'd own a horse-drawn
Carriage,
But I'm riding on a goat
I envisioned a golden crown, a sapphire-studded throne
You promised me glass castles,
But now you're casting
Stones
When you started hitting, you beat
Down my sense of pride
I wrapped my heart up in barbed wire
To protect its blackened
Eye
You shattered all my high hopes and trapped me inside
These walls
Now I live confined in shackles, a prisoner
Of a drunken war.
These words are my rebellion
I hope this pen can
Beat the sword
You murdered all my angels, and you
Sent them straight to Hell
You conquered me with demons when I thought you
Meant well
You sought only to own me, to isolate me here
With you
You're so afraid of burning, you'd drag me
Right down, too
I let you blind me with your lies,
Let you gag me with
Your ties
You ventured all the wrong places with your
Red and hazy eyes
It's bad enough that you demanded,
Even worse, you'd pass
The buck
But most tragic is the fact that I merely gave
It up
The mirrors are cracked and broken
From your constant booze-fueled
Brawl
The images are useless, and I can't see who you are at all
What happened to the sweet and loving
Person I once knew?
But thinking that, I have to laugh, because
That was never you
I softly egg you to confess, but
You tell me I'm to blame
For all of your misfortunes, and you bury me in shame
I'd be better off an orphan
This place could never be my home
You promised me glass castles
But now you're casting
Stones