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.
Did you feel mother earth crumble beneath your feet?
Did you see gods tears wailas they fell tot he ground?
Did you hear the souls from oblivian cry out to the living?
Did you feel peoples rage crush the warmth of the bright sun?
Did you see the white snow beat against the brown soil?
Did you hear the shadows of the night as they consumed your deepest fears?