Dr. King once said I have a dream, that one day little black boys and little black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and little white girls as sisters and brothers. But that’s him, and this is me. And we are two totally different people yet I still see myself
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Volunteer
Oh! God, send us a messenger of peace and love Who would change the world. Rain peace out of the cloudy sky Then, make a peaceful day out of a storm. Oh! God, send us a follower of peace and love Who would remove the fog Stop violence with peace and love Then, make
- April 25, 2012
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Normal
What is normal? Is normal fitting in? Is normal being like everyone else? Is normal a good thing? No one person is the same Yet most people are normal That’s what makes normal, normal Does normal really exist? Is being different normal? Who decided what normal is? Someone that wasn’t normal? If that’s true unordinary
- April 11, 2012
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Looking West
People talk often of the Sunrise. Of the excitement of the colors The reds, Oranges, Pinks, Yellows, Shouting, Spinning, Twisting. Life is exciting enough. I don’t need sunrise. I sit at the window And wait. Pressing my fingers against The cold Dark night. It’s shy at first Peeking it’s head around The curtain of dark.
- March 21, 2012
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Together
It is our turn now, to make this change We stand by each other No one goes ahead, nor behind We are all equals, united, and bound so tight We hold hands, and step forward Invincible, victorious, and confident we sing the prayer Every note so right, and so precise Every hum, exact, as we
- March 5, 2012
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Soldiers
Left Soldiers marching one by one Right Every soldier holds a gun Left Soldiers like paper dolls Right Blindly listen to the call Right Face All lined up in a row Close Ranks March Will not stop for wind or snow Forward March Stomp, stomp, through the town Left Brave soldiers give no ground Right
- February 29, 2012
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After I Die
Someday, I may not be physically next to you And maybe, just maybe, your tears would roll out, just a few Someday, this heart of mine, may not be beating Someday, forever, I will be sleeping I won’t talk to you, Because I won’t be able to I won’t hold your hand in times of
- February 15, 2012
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Letter to the Known
I received the most curious letter in the mail last Wednesday. It was apparently sent to a random address, and landed by chance in my mailbox…. To whomever the die is cast upon: I know not your identity, nor your character, But I know that which defines you, For I know that you, as one
- January 18, 2012
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Through the Doorway
The quivering legs Thin ebony hairs pulsing with fear— Or was it apprehension? Could it sense my desire, my disgust, My repugnance? Tender fibers enveloping Member of order Araneae Ancient creature, Beloved deity, Helpless arachnid Its plethora of black beads Reflecting the dim flickering fluorescence Focused at an apex Upon my judgment
- January 4, 2012
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The Youth and His Fortune
In the meadow, we all have play’d, In the field where the tall grass sway’d, In the green, ’round yonder glen, Back in the days before “where” and when” Gone is the sunshine, bright and strong, Gone is the joy of childhood long Alone in the past, solitary youth stood Between child’s pasture and future’s
- December 21, 2011
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