I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.
I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.
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When I first saw him,
I knew that he was mine,
He promised to make me thine,
Accepting my flaws and fines.
My smile spread across my face,
Anticipating to have a joint family,
Dreamt big to live happy,
With inlaws as parents,
And others as bro and sis,
Love has always been my search.
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You want to be in a gang
And shoot up everything with a bang
You say they'll have your back
But education is what you lack
Education is the key to life
And not getting stabbed with a knife
Education will lead you to great heights
And not to everyday fights
Education will help you excel
Not lead you to a county jail
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The earth is your mother,
she holds you.
The sky is your father,
he protects you.
Sleep,
sleep.
Rainbow is your sister,
she loves you.
The winds are your brothers,
they sing to you.
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Your love is like a song
Your music plays forever long
Your love and passion put me in a trance
Your heart and soul perform a dance
Your melody keeps me hooked
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sitting in a shitty pub
talking to the random men
am i or my sister not enough?
stop expressing that you have it tough
your daughter is depressed
she sits at home alone
wallowing and losing self-esteem
you being sober feels like a dream
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there was a dog outside and it kept
barking for some reason
Ah yes, it was chained
and the chain was terribly short
and the poor animal was hungry
Mother wouldn’t bother feeding it
No, mother wanted it
to die
because it had been father’s dog,
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My poem.....
You think you kill me with your hateness. You hate murderously; in blood, in humanity.
Your poison has no place in our society.
The venom that seeps from your mouth have always been heard but will not pierce through and kill me.
Is it faith or fear? Is it your submission to a deity or one to your community?
Are you listening to the valid speech of god or the invalid words of your closest enemies......those opportunists, tearing your daughters. Those women with compassion, resilience, love and ambition.
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What’s it like to have a grandpa…
To know from where you came…
He’ll teach you about your history…
Give you his family name…
He’ll teach you to seek cover…
When there’s a storm in the air…
He’ll help you understand…
That justice isn’t always fair…
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I have a hard time at Christmas…
It triggers many memories of old…
Like the time I caught my dad…
‘Just trying on mom’s dress’ as I was told…
He had been drinking the eggnog…
Since sometime earlier in the day…
Then he started singing Broadway show tunes…
Dancing and acting all happy and gay…
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