"If that makes me UNCOMPROMISING, then I wear it as a badge of honor cuz I'm in DAMN GOOD COMPANY! Martin Luther King was uncompromising, Nelson Mandela was uncompromising, and I'm sure your MOTHER was uncompromising, although the evidence of that is not apparent today."
Middle/high school, and college aged poets whose poetry was born in the Bronx, NY, USA. These are our assembled voices, thoughts, feelings, secrets, memories and visions. We’ve discussed with dignitaries; competed with collegiates; we’re a stew of cultures; a quilt of heritages, and we come in many shades, shapes and sizes. We are now, and we are poised and ready to rock this tiny world. What you experience here is ours; visceral and aggressive, inquisitive and passive, and always true.
Jun 9, 2010
Apr 15, 2010
I never liked math
He pulled her by her roots
two times
Slammed her body into the stack of chips
only once
Slapped her face
3 times
she began to bleed by the
second hit
She cried for a straight
6 hours
He stared at me with his
two eyes filled with rage
as he beat her as if he had a quick flash back to slavery
7 bruises hidden behind her torn coat
He told her it's because he loves her and that he cares for his baby
4 months into the pregnancy I can't believe this baby made it this long
She stared at me as if she believed I was a mind reader
a few glances and I turned my head a straight 180 degrees
He grabbed her hair and dragged her out of the store
3 screams had become distant
Like cinderella I saw her lighter on the concrete
Jan 25, 2010
dreams could only take us so far
As i fall asleep to the melody of your voice and the poem or your heart the sound of your lips awaken me although this is all a dream I'm forced to believe its not as the wind whispers we are meant to be and our hearts scriptures in our body's we are in love and our destiny's fight in the endless battle to be together out reality opens our eyes and shows us were not it opens our minds but tells us should but how can so much differences make so much in common ?this love story or romeo and Juliet how they died and fought for each other em i suppose to be your Juliet an you my romeo if so i wonder how this story will end up ending as our last tears and our last drop of blood Finally col lade together our destinies finally surrender to reality and our mind stopped corresponding to our dreams that's wen we realized that dreams could only take us so far.
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