Leave me be
Sorrow, sorrow why must you take me so
Why have you left me in such a big hole
Sorrow, sorrow when will you leave my soul
And let me finally breath so
There is nowhere to go
If you keep beating on my heart so
Sorrow, sorrow its your time to go
Let your heart leave from my soul
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My army of words
I know not of the word of moderation
For when I start it will take up my full duration.
For I am as strong as my army
1000 man strong yet as quietly
as that resentment that brews in all rivalry.
I am as stealthy
as that bee sneaking up behind me.
I am creating new life superior in all
We get our target and we fight till we fall.
For my words are lyric, my lyrics are life.
we are taken down by naught but the strongest knife.
We shall speak without being spoken to.
Fate realizes there is nothing to do.
We expose the truth being hidden from all eyes.
For this world doesn't need these lies
Death may come for me.
I shall not flee.
For my name shall be carried on.
And so, I am invincible.
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The Black Man
Ive seen so many thing about racism on the T.V and in the newspaper, I thought I would write about it. This is the poem that flowed so freely from my hands
I walk down the street
There is no one I can meet
For I am not wanted
Like a cat in your flowers
A mosquito on you
People wish I wasn’t here
And yet I will never leave
I am, the black man.
I respect all
Even those who hate me
I wouldn’t hurt a person
And yet they want to hurt me
I stand out in a crowd
No one wants to walk beside me
I am, the black man
I can’t sit at the front of the bus
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At Hiroshima's rock
I had to do a project on Hiroshima for school and I came across a poem about helping the victims at Hiroshima. That one poem inspired me to go and write this about a victim of Hiroshima.
P.S. For those of you who don't know the Enola gay was the plane that bombed Hiroshima
In solitude I walk
Down at Hiroshima’s rock
With the wind at my back
The sky itself was jet black
As I walk
At Hiroshima’s rock
I, the white soldier
Down at Hiroshima’s rock I watch
Waiting on the world
Something will occur
For if nothing were to happen
The world would just arrest
As I walk
At Hiroshima’s rock
I, the white soldier
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