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Poem Details | by robin davis |
Categories: abuse, anti bullying, discrimination, love, racism, prejudice,

I Have Hidden Super Powers

I don't wear a cape around
My neck, breaking the speed of sound
Or capture bad guys in a web
My powers have never fled
From my heart that's where they stay
Secretly until the day
I see injustice come along
Others are treated so wrong
My super powers become stronger
When I can't take it any longer
Hearing stories of bullying
My special skills kick right in
Set loose, no holding them back
My love alert goes on attack
Not stopping for anything
It won't ease up until I bring
All this hatred to a low
I give one huge final blow
Across the land until there is
No more hate or prejudice
Until then, I'm on alert
Making sure there is no hurt
I will be here till the end
All my powers I will send
Into the hearts of those so weak
Mild mannered, shy and meek
That get pushed around each day
I'll make sure it goes away
This promise will be kept for sure
Any kind of hatred I abhor


Poem Details | by Sona Wilae |
Categories: black african american, blue, depression, discrimination, heartbroken, , black love,

My Black

My black bleeds the same color red
My black breaths the same air
My black causes death instead
Of life.
My black should live loud and free
My black is me
My black loves you
My black loves are true.
My black served the same country
Pride.
My black is set aside
Like last nights trash
Yet I ask, does your color
Mean right, and my black
Mean wrong?
What a sad black song.


Poem Details | by Akkina Downing |
Categories: discrimination, love, religious, strength,

Because he's one less leg

Because he's one less leg
They bullied him for being crippled 
They picked on him daily
They called him cruel names 
..it hurts!

Because he's one less leg
They underestimated him
They looked down on him
They saw him as weak
..it's sad 

Because he's one less leg
He's got no friends
He's got no girlfriend 
He's got nowhere to socialize 
..it's lonesome! 

But in all that he went thru
The abuse and shame they put him thru
He forgave them all
..with heart and soul!

Not because he needed their friendships
Not because he wanted to have a girlfriend 
Not because he needed a place to hang out

But...

because he knew Jesus went thru the same thing 
And he wants to save them from what they do not know was wrong
He gave them a chance to realize 
He proved them love is stronger than hate
..God is good!

And in the end shame was reversed and they are the ones begging for his forgiveness
..to forgive is to love!

      
                              Smile

                     Akkina R Downing
                             1-10-17


Poem Details | by Alex Duffy |
Categories: deep, discrimination, emotions, encouraging, love, love hurts,

I hope you don't mind me writing

This is the only way I know how to express myself
I can't speak in person, but rhyming words helps
You can see the blood on the page and hear my words crying
I hope you don't mind me writing

Do I share too much? Am I wrong for putting it all on display?
Do I paint a beautiful picture, or is it a wall of disarray?
Do I express myself well or do I need help?
Sometimes I share so much I don't know where that leaves myself

Nothing came easy i had to learn the hard way
When the smoke clears would you burn my art away?
Do you care about my rhymes or anything I even say?
Am i weak because i have old wounds that are still Bleeding today?

My female best friend called me a male whore and said i have a new girl every time i See her
Then said, you're a great guy, but i wouldn't want to Be her
You'll give her a Month of great sex, But you'll leave as soon as things might get serious
But the sad thing is, you're losing out yourself over something that could be a great experience

She doesn't know that's something that keeps me up at night
I cry into my pillow wishing i had the ability to show everything I have inside
My parents choosing alcohol over me, and putting me in foster care means I keep my heart to myself
Because you all want the finished product and don't know how my scars felt

I feel everyone is attacking me so of course I get defensive
I keep all these thoughts inside until I pen it
When I put it in poetry people think I do it with ease
But don't realise I beat the pen against my heart until it bleeds

I've built a shield around my heart that no longer lets pain in
Which means everyone is locked out, but one or 2 are chained in
Because I hadn't moved on from them before I built it
Maybe there was life in those relationships yet, but I killed it

This is the only way I know how to express myself
I can't speak in person, but rhyming words helps
You can see the blood on the page and hear my words crying
I hope you don't mind me writing



Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: discrimination, god, love,

APPROACHING GOD




The more we open our hearts to God the more the barriers that divide us vanish! 









© Demetrios Trifiatis
    30 November 2018


Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: discrimination, love,

IT IS NOT HARD TO LOVE







No, my friend,

It is not hard for us to love one-another 

But

Hard it is to liberate ourselves from all prejudices

That 

Prevent us from loving one-another!








© Demetrios Trifiatis
    29 November 2018






Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: abuse, analogy, angel, beautiful, beauty, blue, christian, color, creation, cry, dance, death, death of a friend, discrimination, dream, emotions, faith, feelings, kids, future, grief, happiness, heaven, image, imagination, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, journey, joy, kiss, life, light, love, magic, miracle, mythology, peace, racism, romance, spiritual, strength,

There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here No one Flower is better then another
All Flowers are equal here

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you 
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth
It is a place where no one person is better then another


Poem Details | by Leo Larry Amadore |
Categories: america, anti bullying, community, conflict, discrimination, hate, love,

Today's Homily

In those days, when we feared the truth

not for ignorance of it within ourselves

but for the dangers posed by speaking aloud
 
against the prejudices of masses too well-tutored

in lies and hatred, we kept our secrets

and hid among the crowds, assuming

their rabid colorations, spewing the same

evil venom, spreading all the same lies,

pretending that the past was better

than the present, that regression

to our yesterdays, the years gone by,

could create for us, anew,

that Eden we all lost, that sanctuary

from our knowledge of the world, of evil;

and, our regained ignorance

would restore the bliss we lost

with our innocenceThat, the biggest lie,

feeds our growing xenophobia --

hastens humanity's ultimate demise.

Time does not flow backwards in this universe;

and there is no "us versus them" --

we are all crowded here together

on this fragile planet, all in this together.

We must be kind, and love one another, or die.


Poem Details | by Rhoda Monihan |
Categories: business, care, character, courage, discrimination, emotions, freedom, friendship, future, happiness, heart, hero, history, hope, identity, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, leadership, life, light, lonely, love, meaningful, muse, passion, peace, people, philosophy, political, psychological, remember, remembrance day, rights, self, senses, strength, truth, veterans day, voice, war, work, world war ii,

May Life Bless You

May life bless you with real freedom, 
Keep enjoyment as your place, 
May you find your own confidence, 
From your education and your space;
May you entertain discernment,
Whilst fulfilling your desires,
And may platitude be rescinded, 
By real love in your eyes.

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes

May you receive more than you give, 
And see reason when there's none,
May your friends light your inside,   
May you give hope to those with one;
May you save the exploited from oppression,
By making despair to you most personal,
And may equality be the standard,
For your repudiation of its dismissal.

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes

May you always uphold justice, 
Even in dark and uncertain times,
When faced with honest requests, 
And its unsettled times sometimes; 
May you do what’s right no problem, 
Not questioning the strain, 
Nor grumbling about the consequences, 
Of morality’s devoted love train

May life be all it can be, 
May your realities come from your dreams, 
May your work become your eulogy, 
And may your identity give your memes

May your diamond be stalwart honour,
For war heroes old and injured,
Tormented by battlefields and sights,
Of the mangled and beleaguered; 
May you testify to fact and truth, 
And publish what you know;
And may reason be your sociology, 
To dictatorial governments overthrow

May life be all...

May you respect others in esteem, 
For kindness and achievement,
May you follow those you understand, 
As beautiful in accomplishment;
May you undertake endeavours, 
Which ramify the other unstudied, 
By embracing love and laughter, 
As whispers of grace embodied

May life be all..

May you always say what’s inside,
Whilst giving other people a chance,
Trusting them with your memories, 
That history upon which you cannot glance; 
May you always speak your mind, 
To make rationality your guide, 
And in dignity confide and correct, 
To let the delinquent within you abide

May life be all..

May your philosophies be trophied,
As a garland by the lonely,
And may your way be warmly accepted, 
Without negotiation or apology;
May righteousness be your hallmark,
And caring thought your attribution, 
And may you prevail generally as a good person, 
Bringing light where there’s intrusion


Poem Details | by Jasmine Ledesma |
Categories: absence, abuse, angst, break up, dad, daughter, discrimination, family, first love, gender, girl, girlfriend, hate,

Being a gay daughter

Father, I know I bring you shame,
But I just can’t stop myself from speaking her name.
I can’t stop myself from calling her at night,
Checking in, making sure she’s all right.
I know you hate when we hold hands,
How do you expect me to conform to your demands?
Would it be different if it was a boy?
Would you smile and act coy?
Invite him inside,
Instead of making us hide?
I know you don’t like her because she’s a girl,
I know the thought of us together makes you hurl,
But if you would take a moment,
If you let her step into the light,
She might come off as urgent,
But I assure you, when I’m with her, everything feels right
Please, father, give her a chance
Just a bit of your time, 
She will save you the last dance, 
She could show you how a diamond shines


Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: discrimination, hate, love, soccer,

IF PEACE IS TO THRIUMPH

The Melting Pot is a city
where everyone seems
to live in harmony...
although racism and hate 
sometime make ugly headlines!


On Saturday Ballotelli
brought glory to Italy,
we was praised for his decisive goal;
how can we, as a civilized nation, allow haters 
to spread prejudism among us and build a thick wall?  
It's ignorance that causes
unkindness to others
of different colors and faiths!


My adapted city should be an example of hope
for everyone who wants to make it their home;
I have lived here and seen changes in people
who came together when tragedy stroke:
the wrathful hurricane Sandy was one of them!
If peace is to triumph, there must be love in all!


Poem Details | by MAUREEN LEFANUE |
Categories: faith, inspirational, people, love,

Racial Discrimination

Racial Discrimination Racial discrimination Comes directly from Satan; Finds lack of love its basis For the evil one, a mighty baton. To love our brothers and sisters Is requested of us, Regardless of our color, We all belong to Jesus. As I see a scene in heaven, I am quite amazed, White folk are in the minority— Any sense of superiority completely erased. On earth it is so different, Where whites are given preference; Think themselves superior— To God, an act of ignorance. As I look around me further And speak to many there, I find few with higher education; And for wealth they didn’t care. It was not a crown they’d hope for, Or a place of honor or distinction. They just wanted to see Jesus; His love, their natural demonstration. Racial Discrimination Is purely based on pride. But God sees all as equal; Salvation to none denied. Pride is the sin That kept many out of heaven; It was not their color or education, Once falsely considered a privilege given. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012 www.maureenlefanue.com


Poem Details | by ZINE Hadjira |
Categories: discrimination,

As red as love

As red as love
Since additives have been used in feelings
Globalization has changed a lot of things
Hate is green, love is red and tolerance has bled
A day for love, another for water, and a third for bread
Days are couloured but the world is black.
Stars are bright but, skies are dark.
Torture and sufferings are endless.
Diseases, wars, hunger and stress.
Our kids dream of joy and happiness
Too much talk but, little action is meaningless.


Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: beauty, change, discrimination, feelings, first love, loneliness,

Justice getting what she deserves

"Keep walkin, caus we ain't talkin crazy long legs!"

"You're such a weirdo."
"We don't want you round here!"
"Can't you take a hint??"
"What a loser."

She walks away
Like she's walked away
Five hundred and one times before
What has she done?
Why do they hate her so?
Running now 
Into the bathroom
She can't let them see her tears
Black mascara runs down her pale white skin

Mercifully no one follows her
Looking in the mirror
She wishes she could disappear
Vanish without a trace
"Stork Girl"
"Big Bird"
"Amazon Woman"
"The Laughing Giraffe"
If only she could be small 
Pretty
Like those other girls
The cool cruel ones

She didn't need them to be her friend
All she wanted was to be left alone
To come to school and go home
To have a single quiet day
A "don't stare at me!" day
She takes a tissue out of her purse
Removes the mascara from her eyes and face
Fixes her hair
Takes a deep breath
and goes to her next class

She sits at the back of the class
Never at the front
The new boy
The cool boy
Smiling says hi
He's tall
Like her
Emotions stir

After class he says
"Can you show me around?"
She smiles back and says "Sure"
She can't believe he wants her to
She says "My name is Sue"
He says "I'm glad to meet you, 
my name is Simon Loo.
As they walk together down the hall
One of the mean girls
Calls out "Why are you hanging out with big bird!
He turns and says "Get lost loser, Sue's the nicest 
and prettiest girl in the school!"
Sue smiles and takes his hand
Suddenly she doesn't wish to be invisible any more.

By: Richard Lamoureux
For Justice Contest
Written September 3rd 2015





Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: change, character, christian, conflict, confusion, corruption, culture, depression, discrimination, evil, faith, feelings, freedom, god, heartbroken, hope, how i feel, jesus, life, love, lust, people, political, religion, religious, social, society, sorrow, sorry, spiritual, urban, vanity,

Political Correctness Brings Spiritual Weakness

Political Correctness Brings Weakness!

In our country’s pursuit of “political correctness…”
We’re not in a position of strength…  But weakness!
It’s like you can’t hardly say anything anymore…
And you find yourself outside the courtroom’s door!
We may think we’re strong…   But we’re weakened!
You may ask; “how could all of this happen???”

We’ve attempted to replace God with a “new morality.”
This has brought a new generation of “moral depravity.”
We bend our laws to what is called; “constitutional.”
And forget about what is truth!  And what is biblical!
Even the ten commandments are often ridiculed and scorned.
As a great rise of ungodly living has been formed!
A tide of sexual perversion is what has taken place!
Bringing into my homes, much heartache and disgrace!

God’s truth is often “thrown out,” and avoided!
While a “new kind of living” has often been decided!
We need YOU Jesus!  Now!  More than ever before!
Our sins, on the old rugged cross, is what he bore!
Jesus is the answer to our problems!  He is the solution!
His blood can take away all of the sinful pollution!
Please dear lord, touch and convict us with your power!
Please heal this nation!  We need YOU this hour!

By Jim Pemberton   09/30/13





Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: discrimination, feelings, hate, hero, hope, imagery, love,

I've Seen Hope

Angry fists pommel an astonished face
as racial slurs punctuate each rib bruised.
And when punches start to decrease in pace
a black man collapses, and boots are used.
I’ve seen hate.

Your muscle twitches while injecting death,
the nightmare starts and you slip into shock.
And with eyes dilated you gasp for breath
drowning in your vomit while strangers gawk.
I’ve seen fear.

Staring at the past as it disappears
you pack up your things to move on the street.
And a vacant look lingers past the tears
as you sacrifice pride and face defeat.
I’ve seen sad.

As a wounded soldier crumples in pain
a medic responds undeterred by fear.
And wrapping his guts in a blood soaked stain
he bandages the wound and drags him clear.
I’ve seen brave.

Icy currents grip the boy like a vise
then a splash is heard as his mom jumps in.
And when wet towels will no longer suffice
she warms him up next to her naked skin.
I’ve seen love.

An infant is born as pure as a dove
with skin so soft it almost seems to melt.
And expecting unconditional love
this baby embodies trust deeply felt.
I’ve seen hope.


Poem Details | by Reynaldo Mast |
Categories: abuse, adventure, anger, baby, betrayal, bullying, care, child, childhood, children, conflict, confusion, corruption, courage, crazy, culture, dark, death, desire, devotion, discrimination, emotions, environment, evil, faith, family, fear, friendship, grief, growing up, growth, heart, hope, horror, image, innocence, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost love, love, me, memory, pain, poverty, sad, sick, strength, stress, sympathy, violence,

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay



Poem Details | by Bj Fard |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, age, anger, baptism, basketball, body, bullying, care, cat, celebration, child, childhood, children, conflict, crazy, creation, dedication, discrimination, dream, education, family, kids, forgiveness, growth, hate, health, heart, hero, lost, magic, miracle, music,

Love And Pricks

I Love the elderly so full of history I love my generation who kept me a mystery I love the children who's future, now bright for I have died for them to capture the light for i understand pain more than ever once I released it the anger got better as it went away from the people and into my music without a single reason to prove it without a reason to let Love's light in I didn't, it found me and lesser I sin God and my father both let me know it would all be okay so very long ago even tho the road would be full of pricks even back then I'd tell them you can all suck my dick. -Bj Fard


Poem Details | by Joanna williams |
Categories: confusion, desire, discrimination, hate, judgement, love, sin,

The Crime Of Love

Shall I suppress the hankering of love,
And behold one’s stifle whispering bare,
Or quench thy besmirch of venom thereof,
Or bedight thy fog, doer of despair?
Before perceiving wisdom of thy crime,
Judgement of thyself no question make,
When desires approach years of prime, 
Must respect and morals themselves forsake?
Though slavery gone captured we still be,
Yet must we all have thy person to blame?
Praise thy duets of similarity,
Forswear injustice and love all the same, 
          So even I not man still do yet swain
          For love alone must I wish to gain.


Poem Details | by Ivor Davies |
Categories: child, discrimination, family, love, parents, race, prejudice,

Love Story

With heritage of dragon lore,
and hills and valleys shore to shore.
From the land of leeks and daffs,
there came a lass born of a Taff.

Roman walls built strong and bold,
surround a fortress very old.
From English city of great fame,
came a lad with a Welsh name.

This girl named Joan had lived to love
the Celtic ways as all Welsh should.
Now Ivor born of English greed,
had lived his life at lightning speed.

But race and culture cannot tame,
love’s strong flame in any game.
So when this lass and lad did meet,
they swept each other off their feet.

So English mad and Welsh so wild
came together and bore child.
A girl as beautiful as night,
with mother's spirit, father’s fight.

Before their daughter was quite one,
our couple then produced a son.
A lively lad who screamed for fun,
his mum and dad, rolled into one.

Through history, it seemed a must,
to save each race from others lust.
But now our pair combined as one,
their cultural change had just begun.

As their two children grew to teen,
two more children, our pair wean.
Not by birth, they came their way,
but sheltered from their darkest day.

An Arab boy of noble blood,
who never knew his mother’s love.
The other dark with curly hair,
who carried genes from everywhere.

So now, as family of mixed race,
they show the world a better face.
It isn’t colour, race, or creed,
that binds together mankind's seed.

So shed your mindless prejudice, 
for in it you will find no bliss.
And look beneath what you see there,
your eyes will just find skin and hair.

The truth's much deeper than you see,
unless within your mind you're free.
All mankind came from the 'whole',
so ‘feel’ their presence with your soul.

Now Ivor, Joan, and their family,
accept each other and are free.
It matters not from where you came,
beneath the skin we’re all the same.

So try and open up your heart,
and let your inner fears depart.
Your culture then may join Mankind,
now that’s a gift, for you to find.

Ivor G Davies


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: abuse, addiction, angel, best friend, black african american, brother, bullying, character, cry, dance, death, death of a friend, dedication, discrimination, eulogy, farewell, forgiveness, freedom, friend, friendship, gender, goodbye, grief, happiness, heaven, identity, life, love, memory, pain, pride, racism, rainbow, rights,

William part 1

I ask all to be open minded as I tell the story of my friend,  William
There are so many prejudice in this World , from color to sex 

To me it has always been the soul , the person inside 
For one that is shallow will not experience life in true blessing 

William my friend was African American , he was fun and personality full of 'I am here "
William was Gay , William disowned , William called "A queer "

Well this is a lesson for all to know
God does not care what color , but the heart , what color it shows

I had left my 1st Husband , with 2 children I had to support
I was depressed , felt alone in the civilian World of a sort 

For when I got to Monterey bay , I was on a Military base 
Very shy and recluse , not leaving the perimeter of the land 
I opened such a big door when I left that abusive Man 

I had the tiniest apartment with 2 little rooms , probably 550 sqfeet I presume
I will never for get the night He came to my door , William ," Girl, lets go dancing 
Let's go explore ! He called me 'The platinum Blonde "

We went out together and danced , he was amazing ! William energized any room He Lit it Up ! 
For he had something inside his beautiful soul , no money could buy, nor silver or gold.

Well years went by in Monterey bay , I had fallen in love with a man , Lost so much time

Time went by , after the man broke my heart ,I remember "where is William "
I missed something that lies  deep in my heart The true Love and friendship of he I craved

Now this story is long so go to  "William part 2  "be patient , be brave


Poem Details | by threase robinson |
Categories: discrimination, emotions,

Love doesn't discriminate

Love is not discriminating
It does not discriminate
Your color 
Education you have 
Your bank account
Your sex orientation
Material things you have or don't have 

Love is love 

So go and love with all your heart 

Because love doesn't discriminate


Poem Details | by GERT WEWEGE |
Categories: abuse, care, christian, discrimination, love, racism, sun,

The Same Sun

Our lives are passing by and we look down
Someone with holes in their shoes and we frown
People are so different, city and town
Even if you wearing rags or expensive gown

All our hearts pump the same red
Some of us are lucky to have bread
Cold winter nights in a warm bed
Others living like, the walking dead

Our hearts have gone to stone
Every breath we take is on loan
Regardless your palace or time-zone
Is everyone too afraid of the unknown

After all is said and done
And caring less for everyone
In the long run
We are all under the same sun


Poem Details | by Alex Duffy |
Categories: deep, depression, discrimination, sad, sad love, suicide,

Frustrations and failed suicide attempts

Depression can't be seen, yet he follows me everywhere
You can't see him beating me down and taking away my strength
I feel it everyday, he makes me act up and brings me to tears
He laughs at me for my frustrations and failed suicide attempts

I was numb for so long, but I'm beginning to feel this
I just want to be normal without any mental illness
I'm tired of depression, Anxiety and bipolar, I just need a rest
At 17, I took an overdose of pills to try and stop my beating chest

I was traumatized from my childhood, and wanted to end the pain
I self-harmed daily to try and mend my pain
I got addicted to the feeling, I was labelled a freak, weirdo, and called much worse
Even though I didn't have a leg to stand on, I still tried to move my foot first

I started self-harming at 14, and hid it for 2 years so how could I be an attention seeker?
Does being open and honest about these feelings make me weaker?
People bring my name up thinking I don't hear
The thing is, they bring my name up, I just don't care

I'm tired of battling demons that can't be beat
Why is it if I attack depression it's me who bleeds?
Maybe I should have kept this to myself, maybe it was too deep to share
I survived my suicide attempts, so I guess someone or something needs me here

Depression can't be seen, yet he follows me everywhere
You can't see him beating me down and taking away my strength
I feel it everyday, he makes me act up and brings me to tears
He laughs at me for my frustrations and failed suicide attempts


Poem Details | by Audley Johnson |
Categories: black african american, black love, care, deep, discrimination, february, freedom,

Black History

If I am no longer a slave
Why am I bound in chains?
No longer sweating in those fields,
To fuel my master’s wheels
No more chains around my neck and feet
Just mentally within my reach
How far have my people come?
How far my ancestors ran
To get away from that sulking place
We are trapped these days 

My heroes didn’t get lynched,
For my future to be so dimmed 
Brothers, executed 
While the evidence to convict is being refuted
Martin Luther King had a dream
That one day all races will be a team
So why are the changes taking so long
Even after Obama came along
They’ll tell you slavery has ended
But in Libya, human rights are being suspended 
For a certain ethnic group
You don’t care because it’s not happening to you

So where are my civil rights?
Do you understand why we fight?
Who feels it, knows it.
That’s why we decided to show it,
All lives matter they say
While black ones are fading away
All we want is repatriation 
From all the insufferable situations
Peace and love for all my people
One love from all the evil


Poem Details | by Afolabi Muideen |
Categories: abuse, betrayal, discrimination, divorce, imagery, love hurts,

WHY

Happy married life
They greeted, eyes filled with love
Like mouth and tooth love
Or fish ans water love
Three years passed
Or after a kid
They become the sun
And the moon
Why........
Why........
What makes it gone
While it supposed to maintain

This write is asking a question that I myself can't answered, I have tried a lot of times, but all my answers were not tangible, since marriage is for better and for worseI know you are here for me to answer this.
Sun and moon have the same thing in common! But why is it that they can't become ONE, please why did love vanished between two lovers after they had married.


Poem Details | by Mike Conway |
Categories: africa, america, angst, bible, black african american, books, business, childhood, christian, conflict, dedication, desire, discrimination, dream, earth, emo, emotions, evil, father, god, history, how i feel, inspirational, jesus, journey, judgement, love, men, metaphor, spiritual, student, symbolism, usa, wisdom, words,

Pledge Not The Allegiance

It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend, 
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.


Poem Details | by Blake Holland |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, anxiety, bullying, care, change, city, conflict, corruption, courage, creation, cry, death, depression, desire, destiny, discrimination, feelings, god, heart, heartbreak, how i feel, hurt, image, imagery, imagination, inspirational, jealousy, life, loneliness, lonely, love, nature, passion, prayer, psychological, religious, remember, society, sorrow, sorry, spiritual, suicide, wisdom,

Heartache On 4th Street

  How can I live my life
  Always standing in front of a knife
  So I'll get on the night train
  And I'll go to Spain
  I'll leave this kingdom, this life, and this shame
  So there won't be any more pain
  And so there won't be any one to blame.


Poem Details | by Shawn Tan |
Categories: change, community, culture, discrimination, freedom, gender, hate, love, marriage, people, perspective, prejudice,

Disparate Matrimony

Unity of two whilst same gender.
For love, for kinship, for the future.
Tied by the very hands of Destiny.
Of minute difference to the society.
Yet recognized as a monstrosity.
By those fueled by animosity.

The government goes with the flow.
Their people’s mindset they follow.
Perception still stuck in perpetual limbo.
Seen as despicable freaks of nature.
Freaks who defy the traditionalists’ culture.
It’s only a matter of time, said Mr Lee Kuan Yew.
The Heart of Acceptance lies solely within you.

Instilled with bravery, birthed the dot of Pink.
Freedom to love is their cause.
Persuasion of people is their real test.
Flaked by many, zealously they persist.
Every year unfailingly at Hong Lim Park.
The rally of Pink is held until dark.

On the other hand, are the religious.
Those that deem homosexuality odious.
Christians don white unto the rally of Pink.
Hopeful that the Pink will doublethink.
That the sins are condemned by a powerful being.
Besides the Christians, the Muslims are in this too.
But the others seem to be cool.

Notes
Just a disclaimer, this poem is not meant to rile up any hostile feelings and what notI wrote it for my school project a few months back about the different perceptions of homosexual marriage in Singapore and nothing more.


Poem Details | by Bj Fard |
Categories: baptism, celebration, christian, conflict, confusion, crazy, creation, cry, death, dedication, depression, desire, devotion, discrimination, dream, emotions, evil, faith, fantasy, farewell, fear, feelings, first love, for her,

Better Than Jesus

Explosions in the sky a fire in my mind starting out a broken spirit until returned, my wings, I fly and I find that I have no place to go when the desire has came and went and there is no secrets left to know I shall be the greatest teacher exponentially now I grow who wants to be my friend? I only accept good people for I have spent too much time observing dark and evil now I seek the light as I remember how to fly off I'll go to see the world with my soul mate, her and I I have not met her yet but I will know her when I see her by the feeling and the healing as if she could be the teacher and my heart is pounding celebrating life until I die when my friend, this world may end by explosions in the sky. -For Sandra