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Imagine an America (if you can) where the majority is Black. It is a place where whites, browns, yellows, and reds exist. The children of slaves will never lack.
Skyler SaundersPublished 6 years ago in PoetsHe Kicks Dogs
When he opens the gate it sounds like dogs getting kicked by steel-toed boots howling the arrival of steel towed vehicles
Never Ending Dance
This is the never ending dance, is what the memory of him plays in my mind. This is the never ending dance of life. It takes two to tango so some say but only one to dance. The beat is ever changing and we can't change fast enough with it. This dance is continuously throbbing in ever heart you meet. Millions upon billions of people dance together to the beat set just for them. Some are in sync while other are as different as black and white. Each trying to make their way. Each trying to be noticed. Every dance in every heart again the world around us. Time and space bend to its will by simple choice of a simple change. Everything circles around that mysterious beat that we all hear. Each different. Each uniquely complex. But then that's just life, little one. You can't expect to master it. You can change it as much as you like, but when it comes time for the tune to die so will the dance. But while it burns don't be afraid to follow the beat and dance. Just dance and pray the steps become easier with practice because this is our first, last, and only performance. Everyday is a chance to shine and make something good happen.
Jazmine BarkerPublished 6 years ago in PoetsMy Words
My words, empty and meaningless, fall gracefully into the bottomless pit of the darkest void. My voice, lost in the crowded seas of others who speak louder, more educated. My stories, drifting unspoken, lost in the vastness of space amongst the massive stars that shine brightest. Unintelligible, insignificant, unworthy, I walk through the city of artisans whose feelings and messages ignite true meaning and shine light on the vestiges of what once was. Shallow, meaningless, lacking of depth, pointless ramblings with no true direction that stir no direction nor spark any human emotion. Fading as quickly as they are introduced.
Terry JamesPublished 6 years ago in PoetsPerfection
Perfection Something we all strive for Something we all know that will never happen Perfection has many meanings Depending who you are
Ashley LeePublished 6 years ago in PoetsLeather and Lipstick
It started with a glance at an innocuous name tag across a crowded college classroom. Your name, Alex (in chicken scratch), stuck in my mind as you flashed a golden smile.
Kathryn ParkerPublished 6 years ago in PoetsBiography
My biography is infecting my biology What’s installed in me is appalling me I need to break free from these human tendencies
p wave SwinglePublished 6 years ago in PoetsWell...
The bus riding the phone sliding wish i could take the N49 and let karma hit me just to hear more babies crying with their heads lying
Kris JanvierPublished 6 years ago in PoetsForever Changed
When I was younger, My best friends and I would have sleep overs. We use to go on four wheelers when it was snowing and go crazy
Deanna KumpPublished 6 years ago in PoetsMy Poetry
Some people say i'm quiet, too quiet it makes them uncomfortable, that i should speak my mind more and let my words roll freely off my tongue,
shiney poetryPublished 6 years ago in Poets01
My deep features, all the way down to my 4C hair, I stand strong and come ready to prepare, Myself for the good and bad, All the things that make me glad, to be black.
Hennesse WestPublished 6 years ago in PoetsBamboo Munchers
Tension descends, the more time passes. Imprinted is our standing. Our class. Systemic undercurrents of a world blind to the truth.