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I Can't Breathe
Suffocating
In a country
That could give
A good *******
About me.
Drowning in a society
That doesn't see the signs.
That doesn't believe
That the darker brother
Has the right to justice.
That simply condones
The mistreatment
Of an entire group of
Human beings.
I tried to walk away.
I tried to surrender.
It didn't  matter
Because now
I really can't breathe.
They loved each other so deeply,
They never resurfaced
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I have never seen “Volcanoes”—
But, when Travellers tell
How those old—phlegmatic mountains
Usually so still—

Bear within—appalling Ordnance,
Fire, and smoke, and gun,
Taking Villages for breakfast,
And appalling Men—

If the stillness is Volcanic
In the human face
When upon a pain Titanic
Features keep their place—

If at length the smouldering anguish
Will not overcome—
And the palpitating Vineyard
In the dust, be thrown?

If some loving Antiquary,
On Resumption Morn,
Will not cry with joy “Pompeii”!
To the Hills return!
"But I'm damaged" she said with watery eyes fixed on the moon

"We are all damaged goods...we are all cardboard boxes with fragile stickers handled by people that don't give a ****..and that's why we are shattered from the inside and that's why the deeper we get to know each other the more we hurt ourselves on the broken pieces but I guess rarely you find people tough and willing to rampage through it to find the pieces of you that aren't so sharp around the edges...the beautiful pieces of who you really are..and then they stick them together and try to fix us and sometimes they can..it's like we were never really broken..and if that's not something beautiful I don't know what is"
Not exactly a poem but I hope you like it
 Dec 2014 WARQA BIN NOFAIL
Kyra
I hated your drinking
I hated your smoking
I hated your tattoos

& I hated it when the store clerk asked me if it was a rough night when I purchased a dozen of roses

because replying, "yeah my friend's stuck in his grave"
was something I never wanted to say in my whole life

But here I am, a dozen roses in hand
and here you are, buried, and unseen

I miss your drinking
I miss your smoking
I miss your tattoos

Because at least you *were alive
In a city where jobs are few, and people are many
it would be hard to see yourself winning
when you need money and don't have any
the clocks against you from the beginning

what can a man do, just to get by
what can a man do to be somebody
what can a man do to change his life
what can a man do

selling cigarettes that he calls loosies
maybe he can make himself a dollar
that all depends on who sees
it might be okay if you're the right color

jailed twice for trying to make a living
but in the black, the blue is hidden
seen by the eyes of the unforgiving
just trying to get by is forbidden

with no warrant and no good reason
it's just encroachment on our freedom
tired of the way they treat him
he fought back, they called it treason

a battle he could never win

I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breath, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe

what can a man do to catch his breath
what can a man do to make a buck
what can a man do to avoid his death
what can a man do

(this is about Eric Garner, a man who had been arrested twice for selling single cigarettes in a poverty stricken nation. The fourth time the police approached him, he was tired of it, so he wasn't going to jail so easily. The law states that they must have a warrant or a reasonable cause, before they can arrest someone. They tackled Eric, and choked him to death. In the same city, many crimes are unsolved while this goes on. The video of the police killing Eric garner can be found on youtube)

Comb every strand of hair,
Clean every part of your body
And look at them
Appreciate them.

2.
Dress up.
**** society's expectation
Wear your FAVOURITE colour
Wear your mood.

3.
Always prepare for rainy days.
Bring an umbrella,
Bring your sweater
Bring some money,
For warm coffee/tea.

4.
Go out and explore.
Visit cafés and treat yourself,
Visit book shops & libraries
Inhale the aroma of freshly brewed coffe,
The nostalgic smell of old, yellow papers.

5.
Be okay with what you do,
Say things that are on your mind.
Who cares about what people think?
You are who you are
And you're perfect.

6.
Even if you can't love yourself
Always remember that there's a greater God,
whose love is boundless.
Hey, even the birds in the sky,
The flowers on the ground
Fishes in the sea
Have been taken care of by "him"
What else you a human being!
I saw my mother for the last time
The mortician whispered in a silent voice I'm aware your mother didn't wear much makeup, but we had to put some on her as she had some discolouration."

I walked through the slightly opened door
Across the room was a light brown casket
Roses as red as the breast of a robin surrounded you

I couldn't seem to get my feet to move
My feet cemented to the ground
All your artifacts lay around you

Step
By painful step
I made my way over to you

I felt the sting of tears behind my eyes
My orchid hearts petals fell slowly to the pit of my stomach

My mom didn't look like my mom
Not with that makeup
But they put it on you to cover the discolouration, the discoloration of the carbon monoxide that corrupted you beautiful mind, or maybe it was the demons that had haunted you for so long

When my tears began to overflow my red eyelids I could have sworn I saw you breathing
My mom is gone
My mom is gone

I kept repeating over and over
 Nov 2014 WARQA BIN NOFAIL
Tupelo
I am still growing into myself,
My arms a bit too long for my legs,
A mind a little heavy for these shoulders,
Eyes that see more than they should,
And ears that love the sound of
the sinner's tongue
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