This country would actually
Cherish the diversity
It has instead of using it
Like an illusion of unity
Only to earn dollars
Building it not from the bloodshed
Of genocides and chains of slavery
But use the gift of each civilization
Genre: Political, Society, Life
If I Was President
by Molimau Fatu
This country would actually
Cherish the diversity
It has instead of using it
Like an illusion of unity
Only to earn dollars
Building it not from the bloodshed
Of genocides and chains of slavery
But use the gift of each civilization
To develop the master plan
Of true unity and love from
The Most High to not think of
Greed and actually help out each other
As life is already difficult
To treat everyone as human beings
Regardless of skin color
Or how much you have
To have no more homeless
No more wars
No more Federal Reserve
No more FBI
No more CIA
No more secret societies planning agendas to kill the people of the world
No more private prisons
More schools that actually teach something that we use in real life
More music that uses words to inspire
To guide the youth
To become more aware
More consciously and creative
With joy to live
Life not enslaved by anything
But free knowing that
They won’t have to look over your shoulder
Yet, visioning a Samoan with his formal ielavalava on
Their words cut.
Their words sting.
Their words hit hard,
And all day through my head I can hear them ring.
They bully me for who I am,
Genre: Rhyme, Bully, Society
Their words cut.
Their words sting.
Their words hit hard,
And all day through my head I can hear them ring.
They bully me for who I am,
They torment me for the things I can’t change;
I wish things would be different,
I pray that life will be rearranged.
At school,
The other kids know that I’m gay.
And they belittle me for it,
Day after day.
“Faggot” I hear as I walk through the halls.
“Queer” I see written on bathroom stalls.
“Homo” they shout as they shove me to the floor.
“Fairy” they scream as they slam me into locker doors.
In class notes are passed,
Notes slanderous to me;
The teachers do nothing,
They just pretend not to see.
On the bus I am tripped,
I am never saved a seat;
This is what I’ve endured,
For week after week.
Once I’m home,
Things really don’t change;
My family hasn’t been the same,
Since they’ve known I was gay.
It saddens me to say,
That it comes as no surprise,
When my own parents won’t even look me in the eyes.
My siblings treat me different,
Too young,
And brought up with too much ignorance to see,
That they cannot “catch gay” from me.
I wish I could show them,
I wish they would listen.
But their minds are made up,
The stigmas have them locked in a prison.
Being gay is part of who I am,
And it wasn’t a choice;
It’s as much a part of me,
As my face or my voice.
Now,
I’ve heard people say,
That things get better;
That people change,
And soon we’ll all live happily together.
Well,
If all that’s so true,
Then answer me this;
Why do my boyfriend and I get beaten,
Should in public we kiss?
Why does a government by the people,
Make me feel ashamed;
And take away my marriage rights,
When all I want to take is a last name?
And finally tell me,
Who are you to decide,
Whether or not I can sit in the hospital,
And hold my partner’s hand while he dies.
Don’t judge,
Don’t bully;
This is what we’ve all heard.
But actions,
They speak louder than words.
We’re told these things,
But they’re never enforced;
Maybe if they were,
My life wouldn’t feel so cursed;
Maybe I wouldn’t feel as though my tormentors were right,
Maybe I wouldn’t have to wait for day,
In a seemingly eternal night.
Yes,
Things could be done,
But seldom they are;
People often talk of extending a helping hand,
But they never go as far.
Oh well,
I’ve said about all I can say.
It’s not like anyone cares,
Or would listen anyways.
If you’re reading this now,
Know that one thing is right;
I’ve been beaten so much,
That I’ve lost the will to fight.
I’ve gone upstairs,
Locked the bathroom door;
I still hear hateful words,
Making my conscious sore.
I drew a warm water bath,
Took a deep breath and took out a knife;
Rather than take more torment,
I’ve taken my life.
The starry night announced a magnificent day tomorrow. Everything around me spins like planets orbiting their stars. So much to learn and so little time to make it. The alignment of these five planets brings some strange energy to me. I feel one with the Universe. One with the cosmos, indivisible.
Genre: Life, Society
DIARY OF THE ÜBERMENSCH
by Juan Antonio García
DEC. 17th. 1957
The starry night announced a magnificent day tomorrow. Everything around me spins like planets orbiting their stars. So much to learn and so little time to make it. The alignment of these five planets brings some strange energy to me. I feel one with the Universe. One with the cosmos, indivisible.
JAN. 9th. 1958
Sometimes I think life imitates literature. All these books in my living room are but elements to transcend reality. A distorted reality. Nothing is real but in its essence. And this essence we cannot reach. Thus it is its own nature, that it doesn´t exist in our known dimensions.
I imagine multiple dimensions waiting to be discovered. Reality has its own limits.
JAN. 27th. 1958
My wife, Andrea, is more beautiful than ever today. Her smile illuminates the whole house. I feel like a king by her side. Her nervous looks when we make love. Her infinite kisses. Her eyes flooding desire.
I´m a prisoner of her world. I live for her. Without her, my life would be empty. Love spreads all around. And it is this love for Andrea that fulfills my days, my nights, my dawns…
Love spoke and made our blue earth, not to be the center of the universe, but its muse,
Love spoke and made our blue earth the third rock from the sun, Terra, solid, drifting, with vibrant, exploding life,
Genre: Life, Society, Love
Loving Our Blue Earth
By Betsy Brandt
Love spoke and made our blue earth, not to be the center of the universe, but its muse,
Love spoke and made our blue earth the third rock from the sun, Terra, solid, drifting, with vibrant, exploding life,
Love spoke and made the third rock spin and circle around the sun, with a tilt Terra spins, making seasons abound, arrays of colors bursting,
Love spoke and made Luna, dazzling sister to our blue earth, tugging, teasing our waters, one declared we’d often visit, just because,
Love spoke and made our sun, stunningly rise and fall peacefully for our blue earth, but no, Love gently spins and turns Terra to the East each day,
Love spoke and made our sun, Helios, our brightest Hero Star, one we could ever follow, never floating away, like Love itself,
Love spoke and made our Star give our blue earth, light, life, our sight, warmth- just right, boundless energy, gratefully received,
Love spoke and made our blue earth ride in the Galaxy of Milky Way, majestic spiral,
glowing band, heavenly teeming of kinship,
Love spoke and made Love to be written in the Sky, never alone, designed, evolving,
sustained harmony, loving our blue earth, gracefully conceived for Love.
I’m in my element ,
I’m free,
But I’m still bound
I hold the true knowledge and the foundation,
yet my glory doesn’t boast,
Genre: Life, Society
Roots
by Malika Cholwe
I’m in my element ,
I’m free,
But I’m still bound
I hold the true knowledge and the foundation,
yet my glory doesn’t boast,
I stem the very thing that creates a being,
I run deep,
but every single moment of the day I am passed by,
no one notices me.
I contain facts, hidden secrets ,
beauty ,
but never do I compete ,
for I am unique ,
unique in a way that not even my successor knows.
I am a root ,
I am roots .
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