jasmine banahi Poems
|7.||Why Do You Cry?||3/14/2006|
|8.||Story About A Girl||3/14/2006|
|9.||Dealing With Life||3/14/2006|
|11.||What Is It Called?||3/14/2006|
|15.||Here, Now & Past||4/20/2006|
|16.||Believe When You See||4/25/2006|
|20.||Falling Off My Feet||4/20/2006|
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We breathe, we live, we cry, when our heart stops beating we die.
We kill, we hurt, we pollute the air, while others are worried about being fair.
We smoke, we do drugs, we steal, I don’t understand this living but it’s real.
We rap, we sing, we feel for each other, we march against racism with a fellow brother.
We are young, we are old, we are people all the same. There’s nothing else in this world but the devil and ourselves to blame.
So when we live, we got to live right. So when we go up to heaven, we’ll see god and that’s alright.
These freezing hands are not mine,
these scars on my back wrap like a vine.
this hope blazing through my eyes,
this isn't me the one who hurts in her eyes.
It stings but I still run,
the cold air beats me down but I still run.
This earth, this soil, I've never seen it before,
my body feels so stiff that its sore like before.
I keep running and i don't know why,