WHERE'S THE LOVE?
by: Geisha Colon
What's with all the violence
one shot boom in the hood then is silence,
stuff happens
people dying
also
crying
cause a lot of stuff happens
where's the love
what happened to the love
oh lord above
people are killing each other
hurting each other's feelings
even hating one another
love and hate is not a game
so stop playing is all, ready game over
what a shame
where's the love
what happened to the love
oh lord above
help the people from hating each other and also crying
'cause a family member had died
another shot boom in the hood
people are screaming and wondering cause someone had died
where's the love
what happened to the love
oh lord above
where's the love.
After 25 Years
adapted by Feysal
25 years from now
it doesn't matter
how your shoes, hair, or
jeans that you bought yesterday
look.
What will matter is
what you learned from school.
Broken
By: Catherine Huynh
don't try to fix me I am not broken, I am just missing from your heart. but all you can see is my tears on the floor. someone help me find my myself again. I am a spirit that is not rested in peace. just trying to find my body to live again. I feel like I am not home anymore. there is just too much pain that time cant erase. this loneliness and pain there is too much that I cant let go.
Missing
By: Catherine Huynh
is there something missing in me
is there someone missing me
all that I can feel is an empty spot in my heart
I always feel that the people I hate should die
I hate my life but the love of it is OK
but all of that is that my life is a complete mess
I just feel like crying out blood
I just want to die in my tears
if you have lived my life you have no right to judge me
it's my life so you have no right to judge me at all
someone wake me up from this nightmare I am in
my blood is cold and no life.
someone wake me up and save me from a nothing I not become.
I feel so hopeless now so someone help me find my missing piece of me.
Death to Music
by Wendy Martin
Bang! Bang! Bang!
gunshots!
silence...
A sense to know there's violence.
Didn't even go a mile and it's done,
she's gone.
Put it in a song.
Sing it LOUD!
Sing it PROUD!
Because you're the only one
who heard the sounds
of
the screaming and pain..
then you go INSANE!
You:
should've
could've
BUT DIDN'T pick the right lane.
But now it's done.
Put down the gun
and let the song be sung.
EMPOWER by the HOUR
by Wendy Martin
Hello Everybody,
one and all.
I stand here to recite and not
prepared to fall.
You can choose to ignore it,
or applaud in AWE.
With the words i spill up an down the hills
of this world,
the love and kills of this boy
or this girl,
gunshots,stabbings,broken hearts,& broken dreams.
The cold heartless people who don't understand what this means.
What can you do?
Nothing. Right?
You can't stand UPRIGHT and fight for what's right?
People embody hypocrisy.
Guns POP, bodies DROP, you see.
Step over the pool of blood and get mad cuz there's a spot on your kicks.
Too fly to appreciate the people who take risks.
With the words i spill, you don't realize until,
things for YOU go wrong, your friend is gone, SO LONG.
Ok. Let's B R E A TH E...
INHALE...EXHALE...B R E A T H E...
You dream, I dream, HE DREAMT.
He spoke words that were meant to be heard,
or they took pictures that were seen by herds of people
from shacks to steeples.
It's: What can you do??
No. It's you CAN do WHAT? ALOT!
I don't wanna hear "I'm busyyy!"
Yea? Well, so is the rest of the city.
Just take a step back,
compare the Truth with the "FACTS",
compile it, file it, ALL SET! Ready to print.
Do you get the hint??
I Say:
With the words you spill up and down the hills,
you too,
will get an applause.
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