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    Equality – a poem

    Equality

    by Samone Davis

    Equality is the thing that’s in the world for mothers, fathers, boys, and girls. Blacks and whites, we were all separated from state to state we were segregated.

    I see every kid being whipped with wire, they’re being hurt and burned just like fire.

    Women and men, both are sensitive and feel. But women show it, and men conceal.
    For black lives to matter, we must stop the black on black blood splatter.

    So take one look at our past, because
    this will be the last.
    

    People should be who they want to be, not hiding in a closet unfree.
    Society needs to take a good look inside, we need to support LGBT pride.

    We all want to stop racism.
    We sent black and white men to die in war together, before we could be educated together.

    How come I see every day
    People who always find a reason to discriminate
    Why can’t I have the same opportunities,
    why can’t I be great

    Because mankind has taken the food from my
    plate and left me full of hate
    Let there be no gazing eyes, for equality shall rise

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    Alone

    Alone by Tatyana J.

    Loneliness is not a fun game
    Rain pours from your eyes
    Clouds cover your sun
    Dirt kicks you down below
    From where he grows
    The wolf is not the
    Only one howling
    The moon isn’t shining
    Because no one is out
    I’m bored and when one is
    With you, you still feel
    That one open space

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    Restored by Light

    A Poem

    The peace in this broken world is slowly dying, the petals that fall to the ground steadily multiplying. Oh, the rage in our hearts that intensifies, weakening this flower as it slowly dies. The lullabies of bondage still ringing in our ears as it rocks us to sleep and lets hate come in and steer. Steer our hearts, minds, and souls letting the enemy play his role, while we never realize that we are the light in this black hole. It is imperative that we realize this light that we obtain, like the strength of a lion and the fierceness of his mane.

    This light has the power to shatter every piece of darkness like a mirror that has been cast to the ground. This light has the power to muzzle this darkness, dispel all its lies so it won’t make a sound. This light has the power to capture darkness so that it will forever be bound. This light has the power to put this darkness in shackles, every piece and every shadow, so that we may have peace and be born again, no longer slaves to this darkness and its sin, but servants of light as it works within us to fight away sin and bring back our peace.

    Oh, how I long for the day when we are released and all of this darkness has finally ceased. So I charge you, everyone, to bring back our peace and harmony. No longer will our peace be a dying flower but a flourishing tree. The world is waiting, you are God’s locket and he is the key, the world needs your light, just shine and you’ll see.

     

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    Summer

    Yes, you see me more
    Yet, in actuality, my heart and mind greatly needs to be restored
    My self image ripping to shreds
    But I conceal the feeling so that it doesn’t spread
    Although it may not feel the best
    It is still better than all the rest

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    Summer

    Yes, you see me more
    Yet, in actuality, my heart and mind greatly needs to be restored
    My self image ripping to shreds
    But I conceal the feeling so that it doesn’t spread
    Although it may not feel the best
    It is still better than all the rest

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    Earth’s Personalities

    Earth’s Personalities

    slowly, the dreary wintry songs fade away.
    The rose bush blooms,
    and my porch is dusted in yellow.
    mother nature dances in the air,
    waiting.

    green leaves grow, and the heat sets in.
    the day is longer, and the stars watch
    our impulsive late night walks.
    adventures dacne in our heads,
    making us infinate.

    softly, the leaves turn,
    and the wind blows a new scent
    that brings us back to our books.
    the leaves are dancing and singing
    with every color they know.

    the last leaf unknowing falls,
    and the sun sleeps in.
    the air has a new chill that
    nips my nose and pinches my cheeks.
    and slowly, the dreary wintry songs resume.