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Survival

During childhood
It was all about imagination,
As in opening a window
For a fun, medieval war with full set of armor and a sword
And fighting the foes who comes to fight.
I'd always made it unfair
For my enemies;
Seventy-four to forty-seven
And scoring a victory for my land.

As each war was fought, many men were defeated and killed
But with the stakes of losing my country and throne,
Losing or surrendering was not an option.

But a new enemy came, stronger than any other foe I fought,
And his name was Evil Ken,
A dark figure, with the same body tone as mine,
His eyes were bright red,
Both hands were sharp as kitchen knives,
And his energy was pure darkness.
Not only Evil Ken came,
He put his contagious plaque
Over my countrymen;
One claw from his hands
Feels like a painful parade
Full of little ants
Crawling into your skin.

I'd thought in my mind
That my soldiers can be healed
And fight by my side,
But it was too late.

The meadows of my imagination
Became little voices,
Similar voices of fallen men whom I killed,
And my muscles in my right wrist,
Which had the power of democracy,
Became the voices' weapon
Of mass destruction
And turning it against me.

The percentile of me winning this war was 3:1,
Favoring Evil Ken
And fear came through me
Like a man was getting executed by be-headed.
I feared that I will be next on the chopping block
Of iron and steel.

So for this "Never-ending war"
Between Evil Ken and his plaque
Against me
Multiple names were firing at me,
Like bitch and a juvenile delinquent,
But an unfamiliar voice came by my side,
Like an angel from the sky flew down,
And gave me evidence
On how to defeat Him and his plaque.

This evidence was
Leadership, motivator, and a
Survivor.

The war ended with his plaque
And Evil Ken was finally disperse.

I may have won this war,
But more will come in time
And more men will be defeated.

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Opportunities

My mama once told me that everywhere I go
There's an opportunity it flies in the air
Waiting for me to reach it
That was seven years ago
Seven years ago, I was ten years old
I was young enough that mama was my hero
I saw her death bed in the hospital
I was old enough to understand
She was fast asleep, IVs in her arm
February 21st, 2007, mama took her last breath,
And along with it, my opportunities
Six years ago,
I was still dealing with the pain
There was chaos at the dinner table
My father was shutting down
Hatred was our motive
Five years ago,
The pain was still immense
Got put up for adoption
Tears came down like rain
Depression hit my heart
Four years ago,
Phyllis came into play
Adopted seven out of ten
Her heart was kind
But I didn't seen it
Three years ago,
Placement was my life
Time flew by
It was only a year
Depression hit me harder
Two years ago,
Placement and depression became normal
February 21st, 2007,
Still can't find
The love from Phyllis
A year ago,
Fixing everything I could
Fighting through depression
Found the love from Phyllis
And now,
I can see these opportunities now
Just waiting for me to catch them
I can see mama everywhere I go
But I just can't be happy about it
Opportunities are everywhere
They can be at the tips of our fingers
It could be a job offer
But we've just need to find the correct ones
I've learned from my experience
And it’s my turn to grab
The correct ones
That will fit me.
Opportunities.

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Encouragement

Encouragement

“A war is fought between our
Inner and outer selves everyday
Yet at the end of the day the winner
Is the truthfulness of our hearts”
A quote that I had lived by for quite some time
Starting at age 14 years of age.

From staff members from treatment facilities,
To students at public schools,
I was put into situations where its not beneficial to me
But to those who doubted me throughout the years.
Case workers lost faith in me
And family members who had forgotten me
Became my mentality to keep everyone away
Like living on an island 1000 miles away from the mainland
But the weirdest, yet something that was that reach from the mainland
Peers whom were my age or a year younger
Came to me with help in need, asking for advice and encouragement
Some asked for relationship advice on how to keep a significant other,
To asking advice on keeping in touch within themselves
I couldn’t figure out what to say at first,
Like I’d never got asked for advice when here I am
1000 miles away from the mainland
Yet here I am getting asked for advice

I came with some possible advice to those individuals and in
My later years more teens and even adults asked me
To give them advice on certain issues
And some came to me as their last resort before they commit
Suicide

To this day, I had helped over 200 individuals with relations and everyday issues
And I had saved close to 20 individuals who were going to commit suicide

I am proud that I came into their lives and yes I do get emotional sometimes caused by the overwhelmingly advice I give,
But I will not stop helping and that’s my commitment

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The Beautiful Ocean

Before we begin,
I want to take you on a wonderful journey.
So close your eyes,
And let me take you on a wonderful journey.

As we walking from your car,
While the sun is at high,
You felt some sand beneath your feet.
And your toes are sunk into the sandy beaches
Of this journey.

While the toes of your feet are sandy,
You felt some water on your feet and legs.

“The beautiful ocean,’ you say.
“What a beautiful sound of the water;
What a beautiful sight from the reflection of the sun;
What a beautiful touch of the cold water
The beautiful ocean.”

As we continue on this journey,
Some thoughts came through
And becoming more frequent than before.


“The beautiful ocean,” you say again.
“What a beautiful way to release some thoughts of emotions;
What a beautiful way to release some moments of life;
What a beautiful way to release some love from the heart.
The beautiful ocean.”

As the journey comes to an end,
And as we are walking to your car,
You looked behind you and said,

“The beautiful ocean,
It’s the ocean that makes it feel so good
That isn’t coming from the outside,
But is from the inside also.
The beautiful ocean.”

Now,
You may lift your eyes
And I’ve just took you to
The beautiful ocean.

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Late On Friday

Woke up at 7:30am
Just to turn off my alarm clock
Wanna stay in bed cuz it's Friday
But I can't cuz I gotta go to school
Wait what,
What its name again
Cuz I forgot it last night playing
Call Of Duty: Black Ops III?

Anyways,
Got up from bed and wore
Some of my freshest clothes
Thinking to myself
"Gotta look fresh for the ladies"
But then it hit me

I'm going to ILP
And none of the ladies will ever
Like me or my clothes
So take those clothes off
And wear some lame shorts
You dumb nugget!
Gotta keep it PG

Went to go outside
But my ride, or school bus,
Just left me here at my house.
So go back to bed Kenny
Cuz its nighty night
During a school day.

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Dear Old Ken

Dear Old Ken,

Hello there, how are you doing today? I hope you’re doing good, sitting in the past of my life. I knew that letting you control me would end up in a massive war between us, like World War II starting again. There are, however, things you cannot control. Want to know those things? Here I’ll tell you.
Back in your days, motivation and being a leader wasn’t on your “To-Do” list, but it’s on mine. Becoming a poet and a successful writer wasn’t on your list either, but still, it’s on mine. You, Old Ken, never wanted to be successful, nor wanted to become a better person! In your mindset, going place to place, group home to group home, Nebraska to Iowa and back, and most importantly, going from happy to angry really quick would make you feel strong and powerful! BOY YOU’RE WRONG!
Going place to place, group home to group home, becoming happy to angry was only you back. Guess what, look whose standing now! Who is making every day count and whose becoming more successful, you or I? By the looks of it and all of the accomplishments, I’m being more successful! Here, let me explain how;
1.	I am a published author with ten poems in my school (which probably you don’t care for)
2.	Every teacher and family member has confidence in me succeeding in life (which you don’t care for either)
3.	I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ for Later-Day Saints. Lastly,
4.	I am graduating this December of 2016.
You see, Old Ken that everyone can change if they are willing to put in the effort 100% of their energy. So, I am leaving you with a piece of advice that you will probably hate: GROW UP AND BECOME A MAN!!!
-From
New Ken

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Life

Life will not play fair
And everyone knows that
But some do not care
About life
So they live life to the fullest

What happens to them in four years?
Many things could happen
Like serving a life sentence in prison
Or become famous
And care about themselves

Others, like you and I
Are two completely different people
And we don’t even know each other,
But we both share one common thing
That life isn’t fair
And nobody can turn that around.
If we all think like that,
Then we all could help each other
Right?

What about the homeless?
What about the hungry men,
Women and children
Who can’t live life
And are a possible target
Of getting either raped
Or even murdered?

This right here
Is how life is playing,
Cause life isn’t fair
And there’s nothing to do about it,
Except for changing
And bending some rules
That life is playing.

So remember that
Life isn’t fair,
But you can still
Overcome if you dare.

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Let Go of That Stone From Your Back

Don’t do the same mistake, as I once did
“Revenge is your biggest regret
Fear and hate is your biggest enemies
Depression is your biggest emotion
Anger is your biggest stone attached to your back
Your hands are your deadliest weapons
Your mind is your biggest boss
Your feet and legs are your travelers
Your eyes are your locations
Your arms are your triggers for your hands
Your movements are your directions for your feet and legs
Your sockets are your pockets for your eyes”
Your “boss” is the controller of everything
Revenge is regret, as I regret still
Fear and hate is the enemies, as I still have
Depression is emotion, as I suffer from
And anger is still that stone, connected to my back

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Fought Another Day

You fought with your brothers
Just to see whose the toughest one.
Each and every brother were grabbing the other
Towards the ground.
But every time you've fought,
You were the first one to get slammed.

Years later,
Hanging with your friends, or "homies"
And all of you stay loyal towards one another
One of them gave you a "hit" on this man,
Which mainly means "shoot and kill him"
Grabbed the .49 caliber from your waist
And BANG!
He fell straight down on the concrete,
While you stand over him,
Not thinking that he may had a family of 3,
Supporting his moms at home,
And you killed him, just to stay loyal?
Who were you trying to impress the most,
Your "homies" or towards yourself?

Take that .49 caliber away from you,
And use your hands,
The same hands you used to wrestle with your brothers
And stood back up
Cause you fought another day
Without using weapons.

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Ten Years

February 21, 2007
The date that I last saw your face;
The date that I last hugged you;
The date that I last said "I love you" while you heard me
I pled to God day and night, tear after tear,
Screaming in depression to hear from you
For only one, long hour
But there were no answers.

I fought through the struggles of pain;
I fought through the bumps on roadblocks;
I fought through the suffering of depression;
I fought every day and night,
Hoping that life will stop tormenting me
With flashbacks and depressing memories of you,
Begging with every ounce of tolerance,
But there were no endings.

These ten years of not remembering you
For the things that made me live another day,
Are the things that inspired me of believing that
One day,
I would walk down the streets of 19th and Manderson,
40th and Ames, and down in East Omaha,
With the sense of relieve that you're in a better place,
And I have faith for that coming day.

Its because of you that
I can write amazing poetry,
Act like Jim Carrey on days of happiness,
And the most of all,
The way you raised me cared for those who
Lost their closest relatives and giving them comfort
That I am here to come and talk too
When no one else would listen.

In the days of the future,
When the world wants me to forget about you,
I will always remember you,
Even if tears comes from my brown eyes,
Happiness and relief will come from you,
Mom.