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Her Ways

The power in your voice The sharpness in your tone The way told that little boy to leave you the hell alone The whiteness of your teeth The sharpness of your skin The way you like to talk a bunch…

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Poetry is everything

Poetry is the rhythm of the words Its not just for Nerds Poetry can be love Express how you feel Its just a basic deal Forget about the meal Just write Focus on the light The time is right Your…

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Brooklyn

I Live in Brooklyn that's full of traffic I hear people running and laughing. I smell smoke where ever i go, When i step outside at night I hear gun shots where ever i go. But i was born and…

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place poetry

I live on a street named Hawthorne All my life that´s where I was born And I´m always eating corn When I walk out my house cars horn I go to the store to get candy Then I see my…

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Mommy told me

My name is Maya Angelo I help the blacks grow people disrespect I still rise they become surprised and don't realize that I still rise otherwise I ignore while they snore people want to forget what you did or what…

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My Culture

Look I'm really proud of my culture and all But this what happens when i tell my story I say I'm part of this culture They say no your part of that How on earth are you going to tell…

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Loneliness

Where am I? I'm in a dark pit. Where are my friends? Nowhere. Did I even have friends? No. They all lied to me. They told me things that I wanted to hear. Remember to listen. What will become of…

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Identity

My hair is brown, my eyes are blue. But that's not all there is to me, is that all to you? I want to see things, and to travel. Go explore new places, And leave this plain old gravel! “You…

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My Identity_Sam

It was in the last inning it really hit me, I realized I could win it all. My dream was here and I had to get it, So I encouraged my team and kept on going. When the “ump” said…

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Town?

Town? No friendly neighbors No playing children Only a family who sits in their house with their unused hearts No words are exchanged No eyes meet Only angry scowls of love forgotten folk No teenage romances No courage to make…

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When You Open A Book

Made of paper they are, Yet in their pages they hold Worlds near and far Adventures by the thousandfold And people that cannot be found elsewhere But you meet them again and again As you begin once more to see…

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