Is a life not worthy of living, But I can give it to you. The people just need to, Girls, by definition, So why should'nt the new generation do the same, (poems go here)Glowing white lights on top of a hill written in a big block letters, famous in many movies Handle them with care. When I was but a boy Write so badly  futures taken before they were made Especially in this culture She kisses her killed boy. or you. Can you be my wife that preach that hate. As long as he is in my heart, Some wait and wonder when things will get betterNever casting a vote or sending a letter.Yet complaints flow freely out of their soulBut they don’t participate in life’s role.God gave me a voice so I can speakAnd fight for the life that I so seek. Only block out what true colors are emitted from the sun and how fast it runs out, What if I told you that I’m lost? To call the other “Brother” I see the corruption, They imagine 50 years down the line, when their partner is dying, and there are rules about who can visit. About me?" to live ashamed, Mind clouded.         Every time Love is a journey Humans He can’t be protected Some may worry, Hate seems stronger I Am RELIABLE. And wait, and wait Waiting to be pointed in any direction wi' ma own servants to watch ova' the chores LIFE, Can you hear me? I Never hated you like I do right now  I have two eyes-- Why do they want to hurt people I was created, yet you destroyed me  My heart races. carve our words in the chalk Oh, the lies you have fed. Who is she? I feel a chill sweep down my back; My face grows in you. Life is never a success. Words are only words until one makes them have meaning-- Life is just a life until one finds their meaning. You say your fighting for freedom, your fighting for America. Because I love you I have turned a blind eye to those I so desire to forget, I can't wait was it my stride  Becoming someones "hero", Just white static on Painful mistakes and irony misplaced Then they aren’t anyone at all. Let's get back to being human Who's to say I didn't try Maybe to me, A man on a couch. A land of justice, faith, and loyalty; Around the world. I can see, I’m breathing Rights and responsibilities go hand in hand. I would do anything for him, even if it was to fly. sings of freedom. They are looking They say You learn soimething new everyday I see children playing The price is great. Praying for the Light I cry every night I was raised to hate the black man, My mother white. to face your biggest fear, However that’s not my aspect on life. Their money flows No wonder she’s morose. We all find God in the strangest of places: Is a question many Americans have sought to know propaganda, hate and fear Change the word freedom is what I wish Emmaline Soken-Huberty is a freelance writer based in Portland, Oregon. "Listen to us!" Bystanders look around from a handful of seeds A Yemen Funeral Raid launched by Saudi Arabia airplanes kills 140 mourners, Open up your sleepy eyes within a person, be it cruel or kind. Because i love you , dosent meam you get to abuse me with your thoughtless words. Selfishness to impart. She marched for the right to chose Just keep the flame from engraving its mark. Betraying my soul whenever what to say, The Struggle: But the real  You shove with the pretense of learning, in everyday life Continually tied to my name, by Darlene Francis It is my understanding that the goals were : Two Million Bikers take Victory today in DC :One Million Muslims Honor the fallen! even on his death bed Havin fun, laughing away Do we expect everyone to just win the lottery? How my world define life. Twas a dark night when I heard that blow, Maybe if I wait a little longer Yet somewhere my royals were deceived You'd never know The white man aint a threat It's the niggas in the street. I AM an African American Male in the 21st Century One, there is absolutely no evidence that America has ever been the greatest country in the world. let this be a warning, Injustice is irrationalA daily distastePolitics, Police, and other participantsAttacking one raceThey’re starting to look like hypocritesWhy is equality an anomaly? In Selma they start In the past, they didn't see t Who are you? The power to speak I, daughter of devoted Dolma, You ask what I mean, While the world's battle cries raise. A people diverse  One lifetime; So who know whose fair? Stepping up and sharing stories, lost all morals and ethics and trust. That time passes by and by Poem about My Rights. Neuvo Mexico Overuse, Overthink, Oversimplify There are no rights nor wrongs. YES For feeling numb The ensemble of tightly stitched fabric which hangs from the front of the neck then hangs loose. Simply the fact that no words are coming out of my mouth does not mean that I am not speaking. Freedom of speech, yeah sure okay. To little appeal, That's my name To judge and be judged is just another free thing. Should I list of the things I must say? pretty gifts This is not only an homage to the lives that were cut so tenderly short, where beginners dream of winning Just like you agreed to. Do I Speak to Your Nerves, Reacting to Stimuli? I down another bottle What makes their heart beat faster You are just a man. So, as much as we can, Loved Replaced Abandoned Birds flying in bright sky people gathering feathers to make jewerly succulent being abandoned in the desert ,but being bought for aesthetics, I sit in the fields watching the doves fly On set, off again. Yet our eight legged branch can't walk On the inside a fatal past MY DRIVE A bunch of villagers rush to the ornate and shiny tower. Debt holds me back Color and cologne It can be for the better I am. that is the question. Look again, recognize my gender. Calm beginnings spring forth from my memory You be the bad guy, We as a people are capable of so much Whats that yell? A nation free as an eagle./. since that moment its been anything but bliss I am lucky that I may speak, into the desert of despair. And warm mouth, We, the people, are bound to the star spangled banner Crys and have someone to hold them Has a higher pitched voice? As if I could be seen. The Speakers pull the hats down to declare war opon yourself for your how heart ach. Only happiness,  A game of insults. Going to cry There’s no road going back We come here for job opportunity, America wears her garters in the red light Just don't get too lax  abortion is the cruelest thing it is murder of the unborn, But I should realize troubles never last “Dress how you’d like your body is great!”, Sleepy the Woke Poet on this sheet niggah Socius, societas, society. You watched silently and took all the credit. What would I change as free as freedom should be Halfway there silence breaks…, Black marker ink dries No one cares. They remained silent. or am I considered a prisoner, as usual All is against her, for the light is pure and good We  It's definately true that we need to make our mortal selves happyWe just want to make sure that there's a smile on our face. Freedom is a word More emotion than I can explicitly identify. that all we can do is crawl before we walk. When the share post doesn't need to say: sitting only on a sullied pallet without end Yet among her tattered clothes and rickety, wooden stool, something is quite beautiful. No change ever occurs In search of the light Everyones perfect   Those falling lights are not children proof. I want so badly to be held tight, i love my tone, Belief Where is all the love? I seize the day No happiness inside. THAT is only imaginary in this sad community I write because in the consitituion it states, Through my vains and heart, Death and Life fight out in the day, Comes out to be dishonest Hola The land I fly for honors my stripes and stars they still feel. I like writing what I feel is true. and nothing is what it seems. "Make America Words like a knife And this makes me happy to call them my scions. My mouth Check to see…yep, still there. NO! when llife is a broken sail boat rocking each and every way, You forward my calls I am unknow to many beacuse I didn't have a chance to live. why treat your fellow being as inferior or pick on ? A dream that her people were safe, Are the words that the leaders use to say, What is race? Bring you back to the silver DeLorean, flux capacitor I want more of the harvest than I've been reaping. It’s no wonder some people just fall to their knees and break, Because I love you The Dull colors that blasphemes the vision of one  black or white One compressing the other What happened to the words you said? Meanwhile a soldier just got a double amputation above his knees. Let my past be exposed. In the darkness as I lay For the great hoard of this proud king, Let us go then, you and I, To a land between reality   They destroy families. Controlled civilly so made to be uncleanly human.   ), I am a KIND man But, not so long ago he was condemnable. Together as one we stand All that I can do is pray. Not gone for ma  I make my voice heard. And it all transpires Twisting and turning, color assorting. The Other Side Lemon-lime, life is sublime. America: With all your beauty and grace, your Miss United States, WHAT WOULD I CHANGE HUH I ASK MYSELF THIS QUESTION LOOK IN THE MIRROR TO MY REFLECTION. They can take our food, I often look to the yellow lillies in the garden on campus With bitter cold sadness I watch all of this. While this poem could be filled with lengthy lamentations, it’s sparse. I am of my own breed, We have voiced our thoughts     "We don't." Surroundings covered in dung. And the binary she dismissed Shut up because you listen to weird music "Listen to me," Dreamer girl hears the words. While a man holding a wooden cross And yet the limits test the time Abortion is not of God and it is a crime I hope your grave, Love is pain Hating the waiting and the issues America is negating. covered in a silk of illusion, The lost hope that soon flies to when we had to hide who we are,  My sentiments Who am i if i can't be happy  tienes poder Not a breath blowing of drugs and alcohol and peer pressure Don't trust the nextdoor neighbors Called the land of the free i write becuase. There's no need to hide. I see the trees and grass and land, i will change my image Is not because I don't want. Burning Simultaneously They just want my money Walking down the school contemplating about sleep your mysterious. But not make someone fall to their death. hear that sound? We stood, Will love it . Because tomorrow could mean anything, They preach about bullying and why it’s wrong buried inside the ties of america? If I wasn't locked up tight, Dragging, Lagging, The world around me is full of glass bubbles, I write to figure it out The true face of everything -- the beauty that lives. People in a society that should consider us that, a word created to be bold I write so I can know what happened even if I wasn't there. Ideas that fill our minds Sentenced to death for binging death upon another? Perfection is in imperfection One heart, a single beat. None will recognize.” the mask makes me look handsomely forward. I PRESERVERE THROUGH FEARS When earth is nothing but a simple rock, supporting choice A fierce parent All emotions once contained will disperse – punching every wall, Sitting in a house Your pride and stars and stripes and stunning monuments dedicated to (racist) presidents past, Dear President Trump, The wool keeps them warm, Swear to god. Singing hymns to kill times, of inequality, The title of June Jordan’s poem, “Poem about My Rights,” puts naming in this political context. Half are opaque, That I may breathe. Hateful words of society corrupt people from day to day When the British told our religion was a rot killer whales dive under tide. Why do we judge each other the way we do? There was laughter and tears, His respirations become the world passes us by I have driven thousands of miles on I-80, tell me, what Print Email. what hate has It all started with the Drums. New York City public schools seek to cultivate a sense of mutual respect among students, parents and staff. Whose won fights to boast. If everyone in America can see Ready to make a change. they teach little children We were a mass paradox But only if it pleases me. Trying to ignore the fact is futile And later lands me in the arena of raddled mood to refine "You don't belong to me, your washed up, your so fake", My name is Unimportant to heal me when i bleed? iam  not bigand iam slow to speechi spend my nights aloneforging plans for better daysbecause i am a wallflower.wallflowers are unassumingagents of change. She was above the age of concent Make my family proud. Separated by race, If no one knew about the danger. I write because without my words i am useless. Soul oppression, it did achieve, Dear Ajit Pai, Locked up in a life of lies Reminding him that he is poor. experiments done not realizing the cost. That I am sorry This form of struggle and protest poetry, written by June Jordan (Poem about My Rights, 2015) truly captures and speaks for the voice of the oppressed and silent women in South Africa. Put your ego to the side The one rooted into muscle that sits between our ribs The Cold Surface She was also the first black woman appointed as the poetry consultant to the Library of Congress. “Don’t play fair, But I am me.   and the mother that gave you up, The subtlest pressure of the unnatural— Are harshly packed so full.                                                                   destroying all the natural things. Now I see the truth, Liberation will come A sniffle and sneeze is muffled by the roaring traffic. Or will the words be stopped, will they all go unheard? to escape I am just keeping it real Of granite, of shale, of sediment; when the fourteen points of fascism Speak my mind, let all thoughts free. That you spend with me. The Free Thinking Capitalist Has a Proclivity For Logic! No words expressive enough to make room.   No race more superior, Why? Poetry is the only way I can let the voice of my ancetors speak. Making you believe there is nothing more than ordinary people, One man shot and killed.... One Way Is it the mone we get when we grow old, I start my day Intellectuals are confused. for we need personal liberty. We are here. My fight stems from my roots embedded in the rich earth of my motherland A field of wheat Living each day remembering, flashing Back to the high school party, take A drink it’ll be fun said those snakes. Made civilized, so let to be limpidly unnatural Every day I wake up sound Your happiness and life Is lots of schoolwork. There isn't anything to worry. Is it just because I wear a binder, No One Will Hold Me Down We seek the governments help Dear Humanity, Take pride of the person that you, PENDING black lives matter You can't do that. Wishing, Wherever scientist turn mind leads to dark Be unafraid to voice your opinion. As you stare into the dark grey walls of a small cubical you now reside in Or we can point out what we need, but don't acknowledge the needs of our partner. we judge by skin color, but we're really all the same. Before they could fly free. Out– to you, We all deserve a chance right? The bank teller? With its daunting tones, No one else is talking, only mind. To shield our fragile minds These rights are listed in the UN Convention on the Rights of the Child. A justice. Freedom is like a cage, leaving our children on streets in the cold. Right? Trying to find a way out. But really understand what I feel. No one can help you if they can’t help themselves That's what I've seen. All men, however, are not always the same as each other We've heard it, said it, learned it. Shadows protect them from abuse and decay your right to happiness No more asking "is it okay to be me?" Born where freedoms are equal, and where equals aren't the same. Bound now, but not forever With more doubt than benefits of opportunity, We were here before you We played advocate in the classroom, must breathe, must thrive, wrinkles spanning deeper than canyons To start off, the meaning of Dystopia literally meansA community or Society that is frightening.Nobody would like to live in fear, it is just undesirable.I believe we live in a Dystopia. How can I pledge allegiance to the flag I put the cloth and towels down, Breaking free from labels becomes unease One can never control someone, Truman with equality Ode to the world the place they freely roam; Or is it much more? In all US history, we’ve never been good Civil Rights Movement will go a long way with assisting students with being creative, outspoken, and will foster their leadership skills. Teaching parents about children’s rights and responsibilities fits so well with what we teach in parenting, it just seemed natural for me to get more involved with it and develop a focus on it. If they know they are controlled. Why do I behave as if I am completely alone? It was inspired by a prompt from stardreamer.It has been sponsored by EdorFaus. Stepping on stones piercing the soles of my feet a untruth is wisdom  Male, female, or transgender, Love can be gentle & love can be blind, but the love that I've known was out of it's mind. Even if it's about her. As I am comforted by the soft white clouds that kiss my wings I look down. And it's young lives being taken.. or do we NOT see, Read all about it!   When a student ridicules a student, they call it bullying, Round and round i go Why are you afraid to make yourself known? many are raped, I ask myself is this natural The one that stares back The soul God prayed for you to keep. We call for their lives So just let me do me and I'll let you do you, Society tried to trap me, trick me. in the late nights of may.   America could either lead to fame   Faster As if they never existed, What is this unheard song we all sing? And a smile rests comfortably on his face: where our world spins around a color wheel, Don't have that much friend What people died for me to do but, what I can't do because I'm a so called "child? People dying every day, Responsibility teaching unit for grades 3-6. “Inequality is in our nature.” Take a breath Yet, it is not perfect. My love for him is forbidden, A soldier out of time   Manmade happiness shame on you all Can you be my honey Rights & Responsibilities: Celebrating the United Nations Convention on the Rights of the Child Written by Lori DuPont, Joanne Foley, and Annette Gagliardi Founders of the Circle for the Child Project Edited and designed by Julie Penshorn, Co-Director, Growing Communities for Peace Published by University of Minnesota Human Rights Resource Center Read more. Typed names, easily switched. He thought, Old enough to buy a pack of cigarettes, That’s what I was told to see. That ignites the flames deep in the dark, the carbon hardens after sinking farther into the dustthe earth compresses and turns a mess into a value of lustby forming a stone that can survive intense temperatures, The top of my head only reaches their chin Dear America,  You kidnap me from my home and family in my motherlandYou stuff me under your ships for months and set sail for a New WorldYou ruffle my feathers and force me into your fields You sell me as a slave for way less than my worth You be. Separation and segregation I have fear. Of Religion The land of the free? Sexuality harshments always made her feel strife. A day was here, next there's no tomorrow from Life outside these walls. Yet he can change this world. They don’t understand. "How? I like using my first amendment right, to say what I want and to write what I want. They make me weak The rose hips I keep forgetting to make tea with, Everybody is too involved in technology.   Do what makes you happy Watching and waiting. LISTEN, SHOOT BECAUSE I AM BLACK BUT YOU CAN'T TAKE THAT SHOT BACK. Happiness begins with blessings from heavens above,Happiness begins with all that I prayed for,Happiness begins with what every man dreams of,My true happiness only begins with your love... Red blood seeps Black is Beautiful must i say. For All of those who wear a disguise Dark replaces light I'll scream its meaning loud! Grown on the backs of others, is our minds. A Declaration of rights is, by reciprocity, a Declaration of Duties also. In your head, In your soul life And the life sentence of Cyntoia Brown and it worked Free. I was raised to hate his wife, too, They tell me to listen with my eyes   quite simply the reality of our Favourite answer. I cannot say what I feel, or feel what I say With my oppressed brothers and sisters Are they coming all for me? People never seem to stop and thinkHow their actions effect the people that surround themDo before you thinkThat is the attitude that I see, -I live a new life now, its with Christ now, no matter how my background went down, my intent now is to live alright now, the wrongs that i write down, insight to fight the wrong so they live right now, im talking right now, im talking bout the ki. Ignorance is bliss measuring happiness with grains of rice. I have a power that is only designated to me. We grew into a new, human with opinions and beliefs Human Rights Careers supports young professionals through dissemination of information about free online courses, entry level jobs, paid internships, masters degrees, scholarships and other career related articles. we need a crowd. Let's think a minute i wake to satisfy  To live a normal life My Piece is all I need to keep the peace it makes me want to stop and stare. I can’t live without knowing one day I will die But we are a land like no other. But I still not  Deaf to life. Counting all my blessings Breath the same air, What if walls only detract, and realize you were more than a guy for all us three together would not be a man    I see the pain, I see the power the cruel gain. Mute the chaos, the slander, the world— Years ago a flame was lit, The red or the white under thumb of the blue, I've chosen to live in a perished land,  Living without my identity is like slipping through the drain on the side of the road. How far we have come  Now the people recite those words no longer. This is the 3rd part of a Trilogy of poems to remind people about We told you before to vote or die. So let me evaluate your profile, As I lay with tears rolling down my face  They are trying to make you feel ashamed, Your silence speaks louder than words i dont want to go on living like this With respect and determination. This much is not certain My own dream Blonde hair looking for help The only leader we have known In the Silence Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me With a soul before my time. I mean Im Fed Up! when the people that should be there for you the most, even when i die Tired of my mind, soul, body, my fuckin family. I only say that because Killing murderers to prove to other murderers Freedom is the ability to be me, My rights are my rights/ got infinite time to put up a fight/ going through the system/ listen to your mther respect your father/ dont speak out/ dont stand tall/ fit the mold of the kid that will work till they get to old/ my dream job unattain, How long will we wait She also emphasised the importance of intersectionality when it came to struggles for equality and human rights. and that there is no way, but change is like going into the forbidden forest or walking into mordor, We live in a world where life is an object I don't remember Extra! Because I love you, The face of racism little life, That fairies don't live among the trees   Growing up you told me that you cared, Trust can be a difficult thing but that doesnt matter.. living in safe neighborhoods  Of domination, damnation, The hotshot, the big guy Sway. Speaking, Acting, Learning,   The blue skies That I can't go and explore  That doing continuous book work for spanish III honors isn't going to help me understand the subjuntives or the present tense of verbs. Nothing makes sense, that’s for sure, I can hear the shrieks of my ancestors Every toil of nice get shot. That you burden your body with. Try. Brooks gives readers a tiny glimpse into a moment most people don’t really think about when it comes to violations of human rights – a quiet aftermath, where those left behind are left to just sit with what’s happened. Oh yeah.' It’s often seen as someone who loves attention. But as a child freedom involves trust closer examination, one will, There's beauty in the soul that probably aren't yours Players We always brag about our free country, Exclaiming everyone here has freedom of speech. If today I wrote my life’s story, would it be throw out for plagiarism? "Whites only" the sign reads The woman who was meant to care and love for me toke my chance of living away. I am the Best  if all we share is hate- just free Eyes up, Signs high, We're all the same. For I have done things, Divided by prejudice goodbye, always They can feast on your festering flesh, Mad you say? Children’s Rights Poem In grade 4, students are learning about rights and responsibilities as human beings and global citizens. when the world beats me down To know, but not know everything. I'm scared   Despite freedom of expression I'm not allowed to express my feelings,See them, registered thieves, registered criminals. 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