I do not like the term
“treehugger.”
Trees symbolize death to me
instead of life.
How many more of
my brothers and sister must
wear a necklace of rope tied
to a tree for one to understand that
this is an issue?
Instead, they blame such acts on
a mental illness.
A mental disorder in which they treat
as if it is nonexistent.
As if it is nothing more than sadness
that will be cured as time passed.
Funny how our world says time heals
when we’re still trapped in 1954
leaving it to teenagers and college students
to still fix a corrupted government.
People say it was long ago,
but that was only 66 years ago!
Most people still have their grandparents
and great grandparents in their lives.
This is not a new issue.
This is the realization of the blind.
The cries of the mute.
The sounds of the deaf.
The crimes of criminals
they allowed to roam free.
The tears of colored men and women who fought
just to get a sip of water
flows within our veins.
Their apologies
“I am sorry I let you down.”
now moves us to do better for
future generations to come!
We will succeed where many failed
for that is our calling.
A generation of anxious children
now curling their knuckles.
Iron-blooded they stand
before adults armed with tear gas
and weapons.
Iron-willed they chant peacefully;
voices lifting like angels
of gospels.
Beauty lies within colors.
Beauty lies within tearful eyes
and sore throats.
Beauty lies within change.
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Land of the Beaten and Home of the Self Righteous
The generational trauma of my ancestors Still store themselves within my teenage mind. I flinch at sudden movements of a cis white male And begin reciting my eulogy through my head. I did not get the chance to message my mother goodbye.
“Go back to where you came from!” already forgetting That their foundation was built upon the backs of The beated, bruised, and dark skinned.
The Truth About Foster Care
Dallas is an ever growing and bustling city. However the city is still behind on some very important issues. This includes the problem of foster care. Thousands of foster care children are left to fend for themselves in the system because the system lacks the resources and manpower to do something about it. Dallas may be growing and moving forward but the Foster care system is falling behind. The Dallas Morning News claims that according to Judge Janis Graham Jack three children died in the state’s foster care system because of lack of care and neglect.
Menstruation
I hope you readers might have understood what I’m talking about.Yes! You got it right.I know that this topic is common these days.Now people don’t get shy to talk about this. And I think there is nothing to get shy about.
After saying all this still there is a thorn that always hurts.When we hear the so called superstitions made by don’t know who?Have you ever thought about it?
Firstly,when I had entered this phase I got to know about so many rules which are even worst than my school rules.I heard my mom telling me not to step in the store room and too in the religious places.Why?
Wow your piece is so inspiring and passionate! I agree that our generation will be the one to bring and demand change. Also I absolutely love your ending!!
This is a very moving and touching piece. It calls for action, and that’s what we are trying to do on this website. I really loved the line “We will succeed where many failed for that is our calling.” as it prompts us, as the future leaders, to bring about change.
I agree! I love the way you expressed that it is up to us as the future leaders to bring change into this world . Keep up the good work!
This is amazing! I love that you felt confident enough to speak up, and in such a beautiful poem. You have an amazing talent and I hope to see you use it more often! Thank you for sharing.
This is a very inspiring and amazing piece of literature. I love your writing style and I totally agree with everything you wrote! You expressed your feelings through a work of art and I felt that as very touching, and fantastic! Keep it up!
Such an outspoken poem that really touches the heart showing that the old scars of black oppression and white supremacy are still there despite being proclaimed as gone and in the past. A great poem