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Suicide

Death
Depression
And You, Suicide
I cry
But
I don’t cry an ocean
I cry
But I don’t cry a river
I cry
But you can’t see my tears
Because
You don’t know that I cry
One tear
For
My mom’s dead body
One tear
For 
My brother’s blood
One tear
For
My dad’s knife
And one tear
For
You
I yearn to reach
You
The tips of your hair
Just out of my reach
I hate you
Because
You only love those who
Bleed and cry
Bleed and cry
Bleed and cry
Drop
Drop
One tear 
For
My mom’s dead body
One tear
For
My brother’s blood
One tear
For
My dad’s knife
And one tear
For 
You
How I wish I could hug
You
In your cold embrace
I hate you
Because 
You only take those who
Grieve and sigh
Grieve and sigh
Grieve and sigh
Gone
Gone
One life
For 
My mom’s dead body
One life
For my brother’s blood
One life 
For 
My dad’s knife
Millions of lives
For
You
You don’t realize the people you’ve
Taken
In your rigid, soft fingers
I hate you
Because
You only want those who
Grin and lie
Grin and lie
Grin and lie
Smile
But I’m done
And I won’t smile
I won’t hide your attempts
Of stealing my life
You’re in my
Head
And you need to
Go
Go
Go
Away
Take your weapons and 
Go
Go
Go
Away
Your pills
Your blades
Your guns
Your ropes
I want to leave
Go
Go
Go
Away
But your pain is my addiction
And I can’t
Stop
Go
Go
Go
Away
I want to see you
Dance
I want to see you
Sing
But sometimes
I want to see you
Die
Like the lives
You took 
When you lured them
In
In
In
Your arms
I want to stop this suffering
But we love you

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Society: Class

They say that we are all equal
But we are not
We are all different people
Tied up into society’s knot

There is the upper class
Those drowning in money
Standing on the greener grass
Living in a world that is sunny

Then there are the middle-class ones
Hoping to be successful
Trying to find a job, everyone’s and anyone’s
Life is hard and stressful

The lower class is last
Barely able to get through
They are poor and the outcast
Who want to live life anew

I thought we were all the same
So why is he a billionaire
Winning this unfair, unjust game
Show me a place of equality, show me where

There is something we can do to help those in need
But we don’t do we just say
After all, we are made of greed
There must be something we can do to change our cruel ways

If there was a ten dollar bill lying on the street
Who would take it first?
The one with gourmet meals to eat
Or the ones dying of thirst

This ten dollar bill
Could buy someone’s life
Or it could buy starvation and kill
Just like a knife

The upper class would take it
To buy a fancy drink
They find what they’re doing fit
Spending that money before they could even blink

The middle class would take it
And save it for later
Life’s not the best but they won’t quit
Hoping for something greater

The lower class would take it
Using it for the best
Listening to their stomach and wit
Or maybe getting themselves dressed

They live outside
In the freezing cold or scorching sun
Holding onto their deepest pride
Hoping to get some food, but they have none

The middle class, the average
They live in decent houses
They could buy some cheap food or a beverage
Or a few different colored blouses

They could buy whatever they want
The upper class, the rich and powerful
Live however they want
Of course, their lives are fun and colorful

Aren’t we all the same
Aren’t we all just people with different problems to overcome
We are equal, they claim
That means we’re all being stepped on, we’re all being scum

The lies people feed us
Are getting to our minds
We could all argue and discuss
The fact that’s making us blind

Only those who are allies
Or are kind-hearted enough to see
Only those people are the ones who realize
There’s no such thing as equality

But then what is class?
Why am I here and why is he there
You may ask
Don’t look, don’t glance, don’t stare

We have to change the rules of society
We must change the rules of class
Have at least some type of equality
The opportunity has not yet passed

We are not equal.

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Teke Teke a Japanese Myth

It still hurts from the cutting train
And I can’t find my bleeding legs
I hate this unbearable pain
So I pass it on to my “friends”

My blood seeps out with cold hatred
As I draw out my crimson scythe
Their slow, brutal deaths awaited
In the same way I lost my life

My victim’s eyes grow wide in fear
When I swing my starving weapon
He bleeds a single unseen tear
The cloth on his stomach reddens

Half his body slumps to the ground
And my next victim has been found

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It Started From Ten

There were only ten days left 'til Christmas
She only had nine dollars left to spend
Only eight Christmas ornaments were hung
There were only seven gifts left to buy
One for six children and one for herself
And there were five shooters that came to play
Killing four of the bright and happy sous
All it took was three cold guns and cold hearts
And now there were only two children left
And she had only one dollar to spend

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Bullying

I sit down in the dreaded, yellow bus
Hiding my face with my trembling hand
The big kids would joke, they would swear and cuss
Their laughing and teasing I could not stand

I was short, that I have to admit
They thought I was different and picked me
I didn’t know I’d be bullied for it
There was pushing, crying, and a scraped knee

I was told, be strong and hold your head high
Speak up or fight and let somebody know
I was frightened, scared, I didn’t dare try
Oh, but I should have done it long ago

Ending my silence, I spoke up, spoke loud
The bullying stopped and boy was I proud

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Lets Talk Stereotypes: Race

We are Latino, We are Hispanic, We are Black, Asian, Indian, Muslim
We are everything, everybody is everything
Yet you call me a terrorist, a rapist, a thief, someone who “destroys society”
Although I am ashamed to admit that we make mistakes
Our reputation falls apart with every bad apple
Like the one domino that pushes the rest down
On and on
But they can’t get back up unless someone picks them up
No one has picked us up yet
Today, we push ourselves off the cracks in the cement sidewalk
And get back up

All they’ve seen is the dominoes falling down
But they haven’t paid attention to us
When we were so carefully set up to avoid toppling over
Like our confidence when our toes hit the asphalt road
That the metal we fear isn’t going to wrap around our wrists
Like the stares that bite through my self-esteem
Spinning in and out of existence
As the curses strangers jinx me with carve into my back
Wishing that I could “leave their country”
Or asking why I am who I am

Does it really make a difference whether your skin is dark or light?
Does it make a difference if you’re Latino, Hispanic, Black, Asian, Indian, Muslim
Or anything you are?

We will not be the dominoes that fall over with a single blow
We will not push each other down
We will stand strong with our hearts above our heads
We will be us, ignoring our differences because
Everybody is everything

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An Angel With Sins

An angel with my white divinity
Beautiful, holy femininity
Committed a sin and did not regret
She tore me apart and abandoned me

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You'Re Not Invited

My cover was smiling and I was ready to go
Sit in the back and be a shadow
The large group of girls could only tell what’s next
In a group chat, they were sending texts

But I wouldn’t know, I wasn’t invited

My mask was smiling and I was ready to go
The clouds were merely a foreshadow
A girl came in all innocent and hearty
She asked me if I knew who was going to the party

But I wouldn’t know, I wasn’t invited

My facade was smiling and I was ready to go
I was in my new heels ready to tiptoe
I wonder what it’s like to be happy in your skin
And finally, stop having to fake a grin

But I wouldn’t know.

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A Teardrop of Grey

The grey society of monotone
Cried tears that slipped down cheeks
Isolation killed many alone
It left some hungry for weeks

Ponds were formed, then rivers, then lakes
The world was still of solitude
They couldn't take any breaks
A nonexistent future, they pursued

We are the grey society of monotone
We cried tears that slipped down cheeks
Isolation killed many alone
It left us hungry for weeks

We starve not from hunger
Not from thirst or success
But from the desire
To be the one that's the best

Now we four boys
Pretend to be united
We make the loudest of noise
To fuel the fire we lighted

One of us leads
One of us rows
One of us sees
One of us knows

There's no grey society of monotone
No more tears slipping down cheeks
There is nobody in isolation, alone
We have been dead for weeks

Yet we go and keep on going
Our monotone souls
Row and keep on rowing
Tears of society controls

We try our best to succeed
But the artist's hands don't tell the truth
You see what we want and not what we need
We're the last generation, last of the youth

We are portrayed
As young and naive
The actual truth is betrayed
But you won't believe

One of us leads
One of us rows
One of us sees
One of us knows

For we are the grey society of monotone

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I Am From

I am from music
A body of black and white keys
From a voice that can sing
And two hands that can speak
I am from the warmth
Where water travels free

I am from plastic
Destroying the planet that is our home
From pencils that draw
And colors that roam
I am from the clear beaches
Miles of sand and white foam

I am from erasers
Taking away what was there yet leaving a bit behind
From a perpetually ticking watch
And the memories of the past and present intertwined
I am from the air of a polluted city
The remains and doings of mankind

I am from food
A savoring taste and a beautiful smell
From sweets so delicious
And large meals cooked well
I am from the diners
Where the food is just swell

I am from connections
Friendships and family
From unwavering loyalty
And a world of no tragedy
I am from the place of love
Both unreal yet the harsh reality