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Chantelle Wilkins Poem
Is a tree wrong because it leans?
Or is a tree wrong because it is not green
So you tell me what co lour it’s suppose
Too be?
We have to walk in a way talk in a way
Head up high and back straight
Don’t smile to hard cause your not
Really awake being under the
Spell of what the government has
To make
Oh look his shining but really inside his
Dieing
In a circle of a family everyone has
To be as one you try to step out
And you’re classed as wrong
Say too much and you’re classed
As mad and you need to be locked up
But insert of them giving you an ear
They per fur to give you a glair
See a man with a new whip
Insert of asking where he got it you
Per fur to BANG!
And that it!
That’s it not just for him but
For his mum and the woman that
Is carrying his unborn son
In roots, when kuntaka heard
The sounds of the drum he don’t run to
Freedom
He stays with his family and he had to be strong
But in god he prayed that one day his family will
See a better day
Family is a community!
So let us all have a dream that one day are
Community could be clean
Clean of the guns and the drugs
That’s killing us one by one
So I pray for each and every one is soul
So god could make us all whole
And let are feelings just roll
Because you’re not pulling does’t mean
That you’re not killing us one by one
So when we see each other lets
Us be nice and greet your neighbor with a smile
And let god just shine!
Copyright © Chantelle Wilkins | Year Posted 2006
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Chantelle Wilkins Poem
The view of the
Deep blue sea,
And it’s only me…
Breathe! And smell
The fresh breeze
That keeps us complete.
Trying to think of
The beginning of,
Adam and eve,
And 3g and
What is there to come?
Out of history,
Slavery to freedom!
Oh it must be the
Energy… that makes
I feel my enemies.
It’s the under standing!
That makes me know,
The meaning of
True feeling.
It’s the smiles and frowns,
That makes me know my
Miles.
When you smile, you
Make me proud, but
When you frown, you
Make me know my
Ground, so I can go these
Extra miles.
It’s the stairs and glairs,
That makes me know his
Near…
So I can go pass
My fears, that
People try and dear…
People try and ask
Me is he really there?
I say “where” they say “there”
I say “no” inside of me
That’s what keeps me keen
To go towards my dreams!
Copyright © Chantelle Wilkins | Year Posted 2006
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