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Jordan Small Poem
I will constantly try to raise the bar.
Strive for greatness; that's certainly in me.
Destined to be a noble superstar.
Break through rusted chains that will set me free.
My gateway is Christ, it's all biblical.
Feelings trap me within endless struggles.
All the pain I've endured is minimal.
He gives me my strength, all of my muscles.
Dispense my hope to those who are deprived.
As I'm not on this battlefield alone.
My compassionate solace they derived.
Attacks turn from immense boulders to stones.
The fear of losing hope invades my mind.
But still, a spark of faith keeps me aligned.
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Jordan Small Poem
I have given up
So I can never say
I gave it my all
The only thing I can admit was
The weight of failures held me down
No one can convince me that
There is always a reason to keep trying
Because when the sun starts to rise
The darkness remains
I refuse to believe that
There is hope for me
So I always remember
pain is permanent
And I can't trust the fact that
I can amount to something
Because when I compare myself to others, I always think
Have I been wrong all along?
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Jordan Small Poem
Spiteful words spoken
Cast shadows over the truth.
Innocent in chains.
Guilty tread the broken land
Leaving stories unfinished.
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When darkness envelops the night sky.
A lone warrior encounters his last dance.
Story of fate, with his final goodbye.
Along grim melodies, the notes take a second glance.
In rhythm with the cosmic breath,
They waltz together, life and death.
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Point of view
By: Jordan Small
I'm scared of you and the power of your words.
Your whispers are louder than my shouts.
My screams go unheard while your lies are praised.
Take a look from my point of view.
The fear is undoubtedly taking over.
Fear that I might just become another number.
I hope to see the light of another day.
Eyes open wide, I start to pray.
My brothers and sisters are forced to their knees, powerless, weakened, and helpless.
wondering if today will be their last.
Countless times, I prevent myself from going to places I don’t feel welcome.
For If I go, I fear I may not come back.
Take a look from My point of view.
157 years later.
A community seeking to neglect this prejudice continues with the same tendencies.
But we are no better than them.
Brothers bounded by culture are torn apart by ignorance.
Blinded by revenge.
Hatred fueled by sorrow.
Actions compelled by anger
Take a look from My point of view.
I hope that this community will come together as one.
Because I’m tired of seeing a repeated story with different characters.
The next time you act solely on emotions.
Take a look from My point of view.
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The sun rises, and the seeds start to bloom.
Resting on a table in the delivery room.
Emotions rise as a sign of affection.
A vibrant rose, picked for perfection.
Seen from afar, the lavish petals.
Thorns pierce the skin like jagged metal.
Fragrances are so unique that they cause a high demand.
So heavenly that one whiff transports you to a dreamland.
The fruitful flower shines with heart and soul.
To see you smile is my only goal.
White rose, red rose: remembrance and grief.
As the petals start to fall, we turn over a new leaf.
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Am I
By Jordan Small
Am I destined to be the captain, navigating through life’s thunderstorms and rainbows,
Or simply a passenger, watching as time’s river flows?
Am I the lead actor in my story,
Or a hidden figure in someone else's?
Am I able to ascend past the expectations placed upon my name,
Or will I fall, bearing the weight of them all, consumed by the flame?
Am I the tree, providing shelter when it rains,
Or am I a lost nomad, seeking its solace while in pain?
Am I skilled enough to mask my emotions,
Or do they betray me in troubled times?
Am I ready to explore what the world has to offer,
Or will I leave this story unfinished knowing im the author;
Am I?
Am I?
I am.
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