PAIN
PAIN THE PAIN OF A BLACK MAN THE PAIN OF THE STRUGGLE THE PAIN OF BEING SAD THE PAIN OF HUNGER THERE ARE MANY DIFFERENT PAINS THAT WE HAVE ENCOUNTERED WHETHER IT IS EMOTIONAL PAIN OR JUST BEING HURT…
CAYLA
CAYLA She is nubs Nubs. The defeat, depression, and anxiety kind of nubs Nubs. Not only just nubs, but the nail biting nubs. The “ewl don’t touch me kind of nubs” The chapter in life we don’t read out…
my feelings
what matter to me is my family and my friends. i wont to change the world but it so herd when people dont lisin. i think mr.T matters to me because he take his job for real he is the…
No Matter What
No Matter What There a time in your life Everything isn’t going well, but you came this far to let a roadblock Get in your path of thriving for victory No matter what Everyone go through hardships in their…
Make a Change
It’s time to make a change people being bullied. People want to die cause the pain no one want to be called a name. Treat me with respect or don’t say anything. Ending them lives without them say good-bye. Life…
Time For Change
They way the world are handling problem are looked at very well.In today world we have lots of globe problem that effect peoples life and family member and as a nation we need to come together and make this earth that we live in a way…
Forgivness
Forgive my bashing fist Forgive my crying tears Forgive my lonely walks Forgive my slow steps Forgive my dark past Forgive my unwelcome present Forgive my mistakes father Please forgive me I’m not a perfect being I just…
Trippy Dreams
I float like zero gravity Drop down like pennies When I hit the ground They call me human concrete When I go to sleep My pillows hug my head I called my a pillow a creep She responds” You…
Football Is Life
Football Is Life………… Football is life The feeling of grass beneath my feet makes me feel complete We train hard every week so that we can compete Wake up at 6 when the sun is bright train hard every day…
Paradox.
I’m a living paradox. For example, I love the way I look but I hate it. I’m like this because of how people look at me. How they talk about me. They make me feel like I’m not good enough.…
Breaking Through
The dripping perspiration It is as hot as blazes The proletarians are cultivators Their bodies no differ than a defunct being Thee lash, breaking through the cutis The sanguine fluid erupting unhurriedly Again and again and again they whop The…