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 Jan 2015 Sana
ryn
Quill
 Jan 2015 Sana
ryn
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•      
be     
-hold    
    my  sole    
     prized instru-
       ment of choice•
         let it bear the wei-
           ght of my unspoken
           voice•in the dead of
             the silent night•i'll let
               loose my heart so it co-
                uld take flight•consoli-
                  dating all that i think•
                   and...converting them
                     into the blackest ink•
                       only then freely......it
                          would spill•down
                                   the stem and
                                         to the nib
                                            of my
                                               fea
                                                the
         ­                                        red
                                                  qui
       ­                                               ll
               ­                                         •
 Jan 2015 Sana
Jai Rho
Do not praise Allah
if you **** in his name,
the prophet Mohammed
is crying in shame

Do not ask God's blessing
to ****** and maim,
His commandments since Moses
could not be more plain

Do not pray to Jesus
if you cause suffering and pain,
He was a Savior
when on a cross he was slain

Whatever demons are lurking
behind your acts inhumane,
they will drag you to Hell
no matter their names
 Jan 2015 Sana
DC raw love
Gray days
Night skies
Lonely feelings
Never die
Empty shoes
Wonder why

Unlit sun
Moonless skies
Empty heart
Only solitude
Heavy hand
Thoughtless moments

Rainy days
Foggy nights
Summer sweat
Nothings right
Dispair thoughts
Crushing sights

Pouring rain
Endless nights
Closing eyes
Crushing freight
Spilled blood
Nothing new
 Jan 2015 Sana
Hayleigh
Starry eyed
 Jan 2015 Sana
Hayleigh
Somehow
she managed
to capture the stars
and plant them straight into
the pupils of her eyes.
 Jan 2015 Sana
AFJ
Ms. Adeline
 Jan 2015 Sana
AFJ
She's such a visionary,
she pictures art where peasants revel...
had a near death experience, said she even saw hell...
She sees potential in me, despite the times that i fell..
she convinced me to keep throwing pennies in wells..
not because she believes in myths and superstitions...
but because she sees homeless people dig in after all the wishin..
So on a good day, i throw in a few quarters, she sees i care.
But im no hero i just want Ms. Adeline to be aware..

Everything she sees, and envisions she blesses. & Everyone agrees...
So i tell her.
Never take your lovely eyes off the world, please.

She promised me she wouldn't, ever since she saw God.


What makes her see goodness?, what makes her so kind?.....
if only the world knew, Ms. Adeline was born blind.




-afj
 Jan 2015 Sana
Jan Harak
Do you really love me?
or just love to hurt me,
to take control
and use my body
but where is soul?
You never care
maybe you just can't,
you are a soulless
horror of the night,
my nightmare,
that came alive
and I let you take me,
head over heels,
you leave me so empty,
you just use me,
then you leave
and I am nothing,
I feel so worthless
God, I can't take this,
I'm dying every night,
I want your heart
and you just my body...
An abyss that laughs at creation...
Joy Division - Heart and Soul
http://youtu.be/qvHYlb-9f6M
 Jan 2015 Sana
Zay
Welcome to America
Where they call it the home of the brave
While millions of Americans are working as slaves
Barely passing the minimum wage
As the government gives out food stamps to put out the rage
They check out our mailbox
They listen to our phone calls
They'd do anything to throw us
Back where we came from
Like a pack of animals
Like we're fresh out the zoo
While millions of citizens walk around
Without a fucken clue
About what the government is able to do

Welcome to America
Where they call themselves the land of the free
While 47 million people struggle with poverty
They got more food banks than schools
More negative media on the news
Names like Jamal, Raheem, Abdul
Can't get through an airport in peace
"Zainab Mustafa, Come with us please"
They look at my fam and think they got us all down
Like all immigrants are the same
Like we're all fucken clowns
Got the cops pulling me over for no **** reason
***** looks from left and right
As if I committed treason

They treat us like ebola
Like we're a fucken disease
Anything to get us to leave
No matter what we do,
It will never appease

As if Columbus was the first to walk this land
Not the people with painted faces and feathered bands
Have y'all forgotten the first people here were brown
not white?
Talking about freedom of speech
Like they own the bill of rights
The irony of the first amendment
Freedom of religion
Yet they've still condemned it
To practice anything other than their own
Expecting church to be attended
Expecting us to forget what we've known
"You're in America now! The past doesn't matter!"
I'm not here to fit in
Or kiss someone's *** to flatter

Welcome to America
Once known as Freedonia
Where the cities never sleep
Diagnosed with insomnia
As homeless shelters are packed
And crackheads fill the streets
As government officials lay on Egyptian cotton sheets

Welcome to America
Where there is no war
Where we watch your every move
And predict what's in store
Anything we can do to reassure
A more secure nation
Even if it means cleaning up these immigrant abominations
So have a wonderful stay
In our lovely USA
Inspired by true events and influenced by Immortal Technique.

Note To Reader: I don't have a thing against America. It's the racist people I can't stand, whether they are white, brown, or yellow skinned. Underneath all that irrelevant ****, we're all blood pumping humans. Case closed.
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