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Equal

I, Thurgood Marshall, am here to represent
my race. I am here to represent these
thirteen parents and twenty children whose
rights have been so egregiously
violated. I don't know how anyone
can believe that quote unquote Separate but
Equal is anything near equal! I
give you this example: Lil' miss Linda
Brown here, daughter of Mister Oliver
Brown, one of the parents I represent
today. Lil' Linda has to walk through a
TRAIN YARD everyday, to her bus stop! When
the White school, Sumner Elementary is
just seven blocks from her house. Now this does
not make sense to me... Why should a lil' third
grader be FORCED to attend a school a
mile away when she could walk right down the
street? This does not sound quote unquote EQUAL to
me. None of you can deny that this was
NOT equal. In the United States
Constitution, in the Equal Protection
Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment, it clearly
states that "No State shall make or enforce any
law which shall abridge the privileges or
immunities of  citizens of the
United States; nor shall any State deprive
any person of life, liberty, or
property, without due process of law;
nor deny to any person within its
jurisdiction the equal protection
of the laws." Now for you plain folk, that means
that our governement must treat everyone
EXACTLY the same. People of the jury,
I implore you! Would you force such hardship
and degredation on your own children?
No! Of course not! I wouldn't force it on
my children either! So I ask why you
would even consider forcing this burden
on this young girl? I beg you to realize
that Separate but Equal is not equal,
has never been equal! A nation divided
cannot stand, so let us unite our nation
starting with our schools, and little girls like
miss Linda Brown. Let us tear down the
constraints of Separate but Equal and
be truely equal! Thank you! Thank you!

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Waste Not-Want Not

Another trash bin filled with food
Reminding me of Society's strange paradox
Of how we gluttonously consume
And yet waste so much.
Ripping morcles from famished mouthes
Only to discover they are past sell-by date
And consign them to their grave.
Fruit that's misshapen, has a bruise or is oddly colored.
More food in the dumpster,
Than in over 900 million rumbling bellies.
How is it possible,
That we can be so round,
When others scrounge for crumbs?
Count your blessings
And give to those less fortunate.

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Fairytale

There once was a man who lived in a castle,
Who longed for a girl so he could love her.
He searched far and wide, from Prague to Yorkshire,
But he found no such a dazzling damsel.
He dreamed of a woman of so special:
Kind and sweet and graceful and beautiful...
The type of woman not concerned with Wealth.

And he would rescue her from some reptile
Both great and horrid, a nightmare made real.
Like Tarzan saving Jane from a crocadile.
They'd kiss and their wedding would be ideal,
Full of flowers, jewels, and high style.
But it was just a dream, completely unreal.

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World Cup

19 Girls chasing a ball:
Dirty shins, sweaty bodies, bouncing ponytails.
Grass stains galore,
I stand: panting, watching.
Never fast enough for this hunt.
For my father, I must stay.
For my father, I bloody my porcelin knees.
A spotted rocket flies my direction.
Think fast!
Kick! Goal!
Maybe there is hope for me.

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The Home

I leave my heart secreted far away,
In my home, my sanctum, my hidey-hole.
Each day I leave, but every night I stay.
My heart in it's home, always safe and whole.

Where ever I wander, my heart always
Calls me home, to my family and friends.
To a nice warm bed. To a fire ablaze:
We huddle close to chat and warm our hands.

My heart, my hope, my soul, all dwell right here.
The roots of my life, trapped in a building.
Within my reach is all that I hold dear.
Memories here, carved into the molding

Yet are not people more important than
The place? I will enjoy it while I can.

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The Future

As she showed her palm to the Seer
The air was thick with dread.
The girl's eyes were filled with her fear,
when her palm was read.

In a low, soft voice the Gyspy said:
"You will meet a good man..."
"Tall, dark, and handsome?" the girl said,
Not looking for romance.

"No," the woman said "someone better...
A Man who makes dreams real!"
"Who?" asked the girl in the sweater.
"That I cannot reveal..."

"I can tell you though..." said the hag.
"That you will meet soon,
somewhere far from this main old drag."
"How soon? Before a new moon?"

"Yes, yes, you must travel far and wide.
You will find him far-off,
In a home on the riverside,
Near a church and mosque."

"There he will teach you the secret...
The lost secret of life!"
The girl gaped at such tommyrot.
Angry, she said "Jesus Christ!"

"That CANNOT be true, you swindler!"
And with that she rushed out
Leaving the old fortune teller,
Who would sit there and wait.

You see the Seer knew something...
That the girl would meet him,
Soon, and then she would again think.
Soon, her dreams would evince.

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The Cat's Pajamas

A housecat,
Orange, Plump.
Stalking dustbunnies
With high ambitions.
Self consumed
With imitations
Of ancestors.
Giant tigers and regal lions
are emulated comically
By this chubby domestic.
The never ending battle
Of the red dot.
Warfare with the feather.
Abushing houseplants with zeal.
Ackward leaps that fall short.
Oh, the irony of the cat,
To whom the livingroom is the Serengeti.
And yet are not the big cats immitating the small?
Even Lions may purr,
And Tigers sleep the day away.
Large teeth and claws
But dreams of peace and litterboxes.
One day
I hope
That every cat,
large and small,
may learn to purr in contentment of their own situation.

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Villain

There stood a witch stirring her cauldron, old and pocked, she was quite the gorgon;
And that malicious crone did her wicked work for the Devil:
Satan, that King of all vile sins, who smiles with his beastly grin.
In went bitter mugwart to kill the wastrel
In went her special ingredient, a pinch of fresh witch-hazel.
Then that witch cackled!

Ginger, Spider legs, Eye of Newt, Unicorn Blood, and Bat's Head Root.
A handfull of yarrow to make him tremble.
And finally three pickled slugs, to kill him via poisoned blood.
When she was done, he'd be nothing more than spectral,
And then she could finally win her battle!
And again she cackled!

As she gazed in her crystal ball, she saw the future that would befall.
How trilling was killing; the king dead in his castle.
The king who so wronged her! That crook! That pest! That rascal!
He would pay for breaking her heart, it was TRUE evil.
She cried not cackled.

This poem is based around the structure of Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven.

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Frostbite

The snow crunches under my toes.
I feel like Frosty, wrapped up and poofy yet bitterly cold.
Cracking ice, frozen breath, my nose turns a painful pink.
I scoop up snow without gloves,
To examine each individuality...
My life-long curiousity with Wilson A. Bently's science.
My fingers tighten and prickle with cold,
so I follow animal tracks home.
I, bundled and cheerful,
Amble home from the frost to the hearth.

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The Conversation

She repeats
He doesn't listen
Same, different, same
The fuse was short
Time is up
The battle fought
Tears bled
Peace is sought
And found reflected