in honor of national poem in a pocket day tomorrow. we will respond to this next week, but if you feel so inclined, after you're done reading post #9 and responding, you can also write your own poem here in the comments!
-Ms. Lauren
requiem for a spine
they say that they didn't strap him into the van,
and that is how his spine was severed.
they say that he had a hammer in his hand,
and that is why they squeezed 10 rounds off.
they say that she was carrying a knife,
in her own home,
and that is why they opened fire.
they say that he assaulted the officer,
that he stole something,
that he was selling cigarettes,
that he had a gun and not a wallet,
that she was an intruder on the porch at 2am.
when his spine snapped,
our breathing went shallow.
when his eyes dropped,
we coughed up a lead-filled lung.
when her knees hit the floor,
we sputtered.
when he backed away, hands up,
blood dribbled from our noses.
when his breath stopped,
our eyes bulged in terror,
our mouths went dry
our wallets spilled out receipts
our car batteries stalled in middle of the road.
your hands around my throat.
your eyes doused in hatred,
as you bring dreams to abrupt ends,
that had already been
shoved under the rug
and forgotten.
we dare to dream anyway,
defiantly, because we will bring
to fruition what you have stolen,
what they have wrenched away
from so many others,
and what we all deserve.
12 comments:
I dream of success.
I'm not afraid of fear neither failure.
If I fail, I can get right back up.
And do it all over again.
Part of the success of your dream is to.
Wake up in the morning.
If you sitting around everyday bored out of your mind.
Have the time to help people out.
Watch your scheduled programs every week.
and not miss an episode.
Get plenty of sleep.
And if your dreams make sense to everyone around you.
Then you can achieve your dream by yourself.
Dreaming of success is,
Acting like a success.
And thinking like a success,
And being motivated like a success.
Part of it is being professional.
I dream of success.
I dream of my goal.
My passion.
My heart and desire.
For me dreaming of success is about.
Perishing and sacrificing my success
And climbing to the top of the mountain.
Towards my success.
this is showing that police are mistreated and not being fair to black people in the community so the police are post to make us feel safe.
from the stat
you have this idea
of dreams
and pray to god it happens
cross you're heart and hope to die
that the odds just happen to be in your favor
that maybe
just maybe
you can break the stereotype
succeed in ways no one thought you could
but they say not all people should dream big
because its inappropriate
to dream unrealistically
beyond you're price range
because they were never meant for you
these dreams
aspiring doctors and lawyers from poverty
who will never really make it
because it was never meant for them
people in the hood still trying to get out
but it was never meant for them to leave
yet they continue to try
quite sad If i might say
even being constantly denied
so uneducated they continue to question .. asking why should i be denied ?
oh darling, you were denied from the start
because you were never taught to properly address an adult
or understand just how important it is to speak properly
you were taught that graduating high school is a big accomplishment
but little do you know that is just the start to your end
because you were never taught how to write a poem you were never taught that the way I am writing the structure of this poem at this moment is incorrect
but you wouldn't know the difference
would you?
because you have always been denied that dream
from the start
- Janée Soto
from the stat
you have this idea
of dreams
and pray to god it happens
cross you're heart and hope to die
that the odds just happen to be in your favor
that maybe
just maybe
you can break the stereotype
succeed in ways no one thought you could
but they say not all people should dream big
because its inappropriate
to dream unrealistically
beyond you're price range
because they were never meant for you
these dreams
aspiring doctors and lawyers from poverty
who will never really make it
because it was never meant for them
people in the hood still trying to get out
but it was never meant for them to leave
yet they continue to try
quite sad If i might say
even being constantly denied
so uneducated they continue to question .. asking why should i be denied ?
oh darling, you were denied from the start
because you were never taught to properly address an adult
or understand just how important it is to speak properly
you were taught that graduating high school is a big accomplishment
but little do you know that is just the start to your end
because you were never taught how to write a poem you were never taught that the way I am writing the structure of this poem at this moment is incorrect
but you wouldn't know the difference
would you?
because you have always been denied that dream
from the start
- Janée Soto
I have a Dream
Not like martin Luther king
Not Albert Eisenstein
Not like any other
Im a big Dreamer I wake up every day and wonder where am i going to be
But im a very ambitious person
I WILL never let my dream float away
I WILL STRIVE FOR GREATNESS
i live,Eat,Sleep and Breath my Dreams
Devin Natera wrote the poem above
use to be dreamers,
i could honestly say every child growing up wanted to be a doctor, lawyer and you know all the stuff that we classify as good careers.
but then we grew and it feels like the winter after a good summer
i mean i use to have a dream of being a doctor or you know what not,
but life is like a thief it comes by so quick and steal away dreams, living you with an empty barrel,
society another thief,
it takes away your pride of ever being you,
living you lost in the wilderness of these streets in what we know the hood
well for some, they take what the moment provides for them,
but for i'm just relaxing ,
chilling till i recover from the lost of my dreams.
dreams are really what you make them,
even when stolen you can always create another,
but it's not gonna be like making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich,
of course not but is not gonna be like making fresh lasagna to serve as lunch neither
it's a step,
breathe in,
think deep,
stay chilling
and recover,
then process, because all those stolen dreams somehow finds a way to meet you again.
-alice
"they say that he assaulted the officer,
that he stole something,
that he was selling cigarettes,
that he had a gun and not a wallet,
that she was an intruder on the porch at 2 am."
I like this part of the poem because it connects back to the news about the man that was running away from the police when he threw his taser out so it could be like the black guy was actually the one was threatening him.
I like were it says,
"your hands around my throat.
your eyes doused in hatred,
as you bring dreams to abrupt ends"
Is like connecting to slavery, white people were sophisticating the color people with work harassing them and controlling every aspect of their lives. Whites saw black people with hatred they look at them and took advantage of them, they never gave black people the chance of life. They brought news laws based on american need, wants and dreams that crush and ended those of color people.
The sun is like a cloth that keep us warm and protected,
just like mothers keeping their baby protected
what I'm want to say is that black people don't feel protected in their communities and they feel that if they walk in their communities they will get killed.
My Life With ROWDINESS 👿😓😓
Thinking back on my life, when I was a little child;
So outrageous and bubbly doing things that were wild.
Thinking back on my life, all those wonderful years;
Not a care in the world, no worries, no fears.
Thinking back on my life, all the advice I was told:
What a wonderful child, my parents hoped they would mold.
But as we all know, it's not always what we dreamed;
Life gets harder, and to us it's not always how it seemed.
There are two roads in life: the right one and wrong one;
The wrong one I chose and it seemed life was done.
But as time has went on, I had to agree;
I can do and be anything I want to achieve.
I have tried over and over and failed to succeed;
But I am a SOLDIER, that's what I believe.
My LIFE is too precious to let it slip away;
I must try harder and harder each coming day.
One day soon, I'll be All that I am;
How do I know you ask?
BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN WITH GOD ON MY SIDE !!!!
After a long day
you want to go home
sit back..
relax.
Eat in bed, watch movies and lay down
Theres not a better feeling then being home.
But what is " Home "?
Home to me is a place where my loved ones are.
Where i feel comfortable .
- farielly
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