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Anger as my crutch
Keeping my balance as I walk
Holding onto the sight of my brother
In the car, taken by a drunk driver
Suppressing the rage I have
A slow burn
Speak into me
That I no longer have to hold this pain
Speak forgiveness into my life
Letting go of my crutch
Choosing to stand again
Attention I crave
With my seductive lips and my curvatious hips
Knowing that all eyes are one me
I take what I want, no questions asked
Feeling like I'm in control
Letting no man take mine again
The feeling of violation and hurt
I cannot shake
So I take advantage of the situation
Speak into me
That I will love myself again, totally
Desperate thinking
Should I, shouldn't I
Holding the gun to my head
Wanting the tailspin of life to stop
Thinking this is my only way of controlling life
The best life does not include me
Seeming like the dark clouds never leave
Speak into me
My life is worth living
My life is important
I'm important to me
The relief of the needle
The injection of beautiful poison
Escape from the world
High in my mind
Low to the ground in reality
Trapped by guilt
Motivated by denial
Speak into me
Don't let me escape myself
Let me deal with my problems
Own how I feel
Snapshots into the lives of many
Vivid and real
The events of life are difficult to manage
Some have more difficulties than others
There are always escapes to situations
Sometimes someone has to show the door
A person to speak into the situation
Lead them out of darkness
Help them restart their lives
Maybe you have been in the same situation
Until someone spoke into your life
The Heart of Me
Exposed and unfiltered
Vulnerable and completely real
This is the heart of me
Past the everyday facade
Behind the cloak of correctness
I am what I am
A work in progress
No closer to perfection
No farther from pitfall
One day away from collapse
An eminent need to release
I let my emotions spill onto the page
Soaking the words with true feeling
The anguish of life
The frustration of progress
The joy and pain of love
Is painted across each letter
Not meant to be a uniform creation
More like random selection
A beautifully fractured picture
Meant to be examined closely
Finding new secrets
The closer the eye sees
No one can receive the heart of me
Its size too grand
Its depth too deep
Its flow too forceful
I can only share my heart
Because giving my heart
Is too much for one person to bear
Vulnerable and completely real
This is the heart of me
Past the everyday facade
Behind the cloak of correctness
I am what I am
A work in progress
No closer to perfection
No farther from pitfall
One day away from collapse
An eminent need to release
I let my emotions spill onto the page
Soaking the words with true feeling
The anguish of life
The frustration of progress
The joy and pain of love
Is painted across each letter
Not meant to be a uniform creation
More like random selection
A beautifully fractured picture
Meant to be examined closely
Finding new secrets
The closer the eye sees
No one can receive the heart of me
Its size too grand
Its depth too deep
Its flow too forceful
I can only share my heart
Because giving my heart
Is too much for one person to bear
Armed Robbery
The door is kicked in by force
Guns drawn pointed in their direction
"Give us what we came for"
The robbers yell forcefully
The victims frightened by urgency
The bounty is hurriedly placed in bags
Watched cautiously by the robbers
A victim tries to stash some of the loot
Only for a second
His intentions are discovered
Soon a gun is placed to his head
One of the robbers shoots a warning shot in the air
"The next one will be to your head"
He replies
The victim reluctantly retreats to the safety of the others
The robbers check the loot
Making sure that every piece is accounted for
"Wait!
Where is the rest of it?
Are ya'll trying to sell us short?
Give us all of it"
The robbers reply looking through the bags
"We gave you all you need
The rest is just useless
It's not worth anything"
The victims respond
"Give me one more
Now!"
A robber demands
Another is placed in the bag
The robbers soon exit
They drop something out of the bag
A book
With its pages never worn
Escaping with what they came for
The bounty was knowledge
The robbers knocked down the door of access
They wanted to gain information by any means necessary
Those that had knowledge tried to hide it from them
Attempting to block their progress
Even with the acquisition of knowledge
Some areas of learning were denied
Even deemed to be unimportant
Only through negotiation did they provide
One last piece
Satisfied with their progress
They accidentally leave something behind
Showing that progress leaves a paper trail
The more progression leads to a stronger movement
To extinguish it
Although this was an example
It poses an important question
What if we fought for education the same way we fought for insignificant issues?
The same tenacity that causes aggressive action
Could cause a lifetime of intellectual inclusiveness
Maybe this is all a dream
A fantasy in an all too realistic world
I guess we will continue to be the real victims
Sitting around dumb and numb
Cause no one will fight for our access
Anymore...
Guns drawn pointed in their direction
"Give us what we came for"
The robbers yell forcefully
The victims frightened by urgency
The bounty is hurriedly placed in bags
Watched cautiously by the robbers
A victim tries to stash some of the loot
Only for a second
His intentions are discovered
Soon a gun is placed to his head
One of the robbers shoots a warning shot in the air
"The next one will be to your head"
He replies
The victim reluctantly retreats to the safety of the others
The robbers check the loot
Making sure that every piece is accounted for
"Wait!
Where is the rest of it?
Are ya'll trying to sell us short?
Give us all of it"
The robbers reply looking through the bags
"We gave you all you need
The rest is just useless
It's not worth anything"
The victims respond
"Give me one more
Now!"
A robber demands
Another is placed in the bag
The robbers soon exit
They drop something out of the bag
A book
With its pages never worn
Escaping with what they came for
The bounty was knowledge
The robbers knocked down the door of access
They wanted to gain information by any means necessary
Those that had knowledge tried to hide it from them
Attempting to block their progress
Even with the acquisition of knowledge
Some areas of learning were denied
Even deemed to be unimportant
Only through negotiation did they provide
One last piece
Satisfied with their progress
They accidentally leave something behind
Showing that progress leaves a paper trail
The more progression leads to a stronger movement
To extinguish it
Although this was an example
It poses an important question
What if we fought for education the same way we fought for insignificant issues?
The same tenacity that causes aggressive action
Could cause a lifetime of intellectual inclusiveness
Maybe this is all a dream
A fantasy in an all too realistic world
I guess we will continue to be the real victims
Sitting around dumb and numb
Cause no one will fight for our access
Anymore...
Champion
Let the music play
Approach the podium with arms stretched upward
Celebrate the victory
As if you have already won
The timing does not matter
Whether it's at the end or the beginning
The result will still be the same
You standing triumphant
Rising above the obstacles
Rewarded for your endurance
Praised for your effort
Do not be deterred
Nor dismayed
Trouble never lasts always
It should be welcomed
When trouble comes
It presents more opportunities
To raise your hands
To be a champion
The deadliest disease
An epidemic which affects billions across the world
A plague that has been present through the history of time
There must be a strand of this coded on our DNA
It seems to be inherited and passed from generation to generation
Each strand mutating into a stronger form each time
Causing tunnel vision and grandiosity to reside
A superiority complex in the grandest form
Many have fought against this disease
To treat and heal its sufferers
With every medication known to man
Yet it still remains
In anticipation of the next outbreak
Not only does it affect the carrier
It is spread into the environment
Infusing everything with darkness
Denial and rationalization are symptoms of this disease
The carriers refuse to be healed
Believing in their sick heart that they are correct
Through their egotistical eyes they are without fault
But everybody else is
Although they carry the disease
They avoid others like they are contagious
Worried that the truth will rub off on them
If only there was a cure
To release them from their state
Foolishly frozen forever
With the disease known as
Racism
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