Poems

i am a bull's rage
hazy and red
an angel's tear, left on a death bed
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love
sadness
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in times, where our country had been raped, beat, exploited and then left to fend for ourselves by such a man, who would want us?
snared and disrupted with violence by our economic status
ignorance pollutes our waters and streams, poisoning our people
in times of desperation and darkness; with crimes our daily justice, who would want us?
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hot tears spill down the young girl's cheek
never has she felt so much pain
so she cries; though she knows the wasted energy is in vain
her salty tears cleanse her recent cuts,
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i am odysseus, in a foriegn land
i had to pack up my things, never to see my friends again?

on a ship that set sail; raging the waters and storms, it seems as if my heart is anything but whole
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wrapped in muscle-bound arms; i felt the world could do me no harm
our bodies entwined as one, our sinful deed has been done
true love resounding around us, as if it was originated by us...
looking at you know, i gaze upon your body, open and exposed
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i feel like this is the most important moment in my young life
though watching through a television screen; i see a man, so humble
let's us know that martin king was our jesus, crucified; and partioned our way so that we may have a great man lead us
so gracious and beautiful a man, that tears trmble down my cheek
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I know we need our space,
because were not the same people anymore
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