Violence in our hearts
Ignorant vice of our plans

Praising
What we read
What we see
What we hear

Acquiring knowledge we seek
Enriching others' minds
You can't always enlist

Minds are being allocated
Oppressive struggle nurtures servitude

What is your brain being allocated for?
What kind of freedom are you looking for?

Can't be one of us
If you're another capitalist appropriation
Poster child, a temporary venture

Falling in line to become another
Worker or bourgeois hypocrite slave
Isn't that why you study for?
What kind of life are you looking for?

There's no saving your soul
When your freedom depends
On chains of other men's hopes

Fighting to keep yourself, your family
Future generations being born out of you
Out of the venom of oppression and pain

Living life without concern or consciousness
Just the same as living in a prison cell
America, how many inmates do you host?

Security, don't you want a guarantee?
Your family may now have peace
But when you're no longer here, there's no guarantee

Can't be one of us
If you don't join in the struggles of our brethren
Because our security is not guaranteed until they're all free

Out of this mind
I try to shine
You think it might be fine
My life feels decline
When someone you loved and cared
Feels like a shadow and I’m feeling despaired
With great accomplishment opens to opportunities
But all that can be ended and then the afterlife I feel descended.
I come across your path without knowing who you are, but I wish I had a chance to meet you.
I can not judge you by your cover, but you’re like me
With this red beating heart we carry
I’m sorry you life was short ended
But one day we will meet
Like saying, life has never ended
I only new the idea of you
But I in all honesty I care
I care because you’re my brother
If not related then I say, your story has never ended
I picture us laughing, crying, trying, and surviving
To put this to an end, rest in peace my friend, life is full of ends, but loving and caring is worth trying & dying.

Oh to dream
To dream
Sweet dreams
Of death

Eternal rest
Marked by cement

There only to tell the world
"So and so lies in great slumber."

We oft look to death as somber
A downpour of tears and bad feelings
We mourn for the loss of a loved one

I can't help but wonder
While we mourn
If God rejoices

A scale, something sharp enough
to cut deep, deep into feelings of
self-worth, of self image a object
that just by looking at rips away
at every ounce of confidence you
have every built up, you start at
the numbers hoping that you get
numb-er, praying that society gets
dumber because there are no words
to explain the hurt of looking at the
numbers that appear on the society
ridden scale. Where in the definition
of beauty, does it say skinny? where
in the idea of gorgeous does it show
a small waist and curves where they
see fit. At what point did we give
the media the power to control how
we feel about ourselves. where did society
get the power to make us, feel so powerless
Beauty is not a number, it is not a size
nor is it a hair, or eye color, or skin tone
people say that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
so please, take this opportunity to hold everything that you
are and everything that you will be, and realize
That you, are the most beautiful you can imagine.
You, are the New
definition of
Beautiful.