Teenage

I am gay,
I am sad,
I am lonely,
I am stupid,
I am Bob (who is your uncle),
all because I have no life!

I love myself
and guys
and I hate myself
I hate myself a lot for it

She cut’s her wrist
and lets the blood flow
like a river.

Her tears turn solid
so that it stay with her
forever.

She doesn’t see
a purpose in this world
and wishes she could disappear forever

She fights this everyday
not knowing
if she’ll see her tomorrow…

Now you wanna ride in a king pin,
68+1 that is a win win,
Time to slide in like a penguin,
We don’t need ice no bling bling,
No hubby, no wife just a friend ting,
Live your whole life to the ending.
Let’s be friends, WITH BENEFITS,
We can chill… and netflix
No strings like Hendrix,
Let’s pimp… like Kendrick

I have no life!
I have no life!
I have no life!
I have no life!
I have no life!
I have no life!
I have no life!
I have no life!
I have no life!
I have no life!
I have no life!
I have no life!

“Get the women and children to safety!
Get the men to fight bravely;
Our brothers are against us, they want us dead!
Come on, rebel men! ” he cried and said

The men were armed as their mercy faded,
And the guns and canons were prepared and loaded
The brave knights, on their horses with courage and might,
With an army behind, all ready to fight

For it were true… a thousand soldiers
Had come to kill their brothers, standing shoulder to shoulder;
They marched with pride and their heads held high ,
For they felt they were the greater tribe.

The bullets were loaded and triggered and impaled
Into men who came their way,and who failed,
Failed to show that they were strong enough
To kill their brothers, to look fierce and tough;

But deep inside they all knew
That only sorrow and death, this war would do
But then, it would be weak to go back on that decision
And weaker still, to retreat

And if only there were someone
To tell them what I’m saying now
That in history no one will be remembered as the greater good
That if only someone would stop and throw that gun down

“Men look at that blood spilt around you,
That was somebody’s father’s or brother’s, you know,
Somebody whom mercy you didn’t show
Somebody whose children will cry now you know

SOLDIERS DON’T BE MONSTERS!
Show that you have a heart
Show them that they will live
To see their children grow up one day, that you let them live

Don’t pull that trigger,
Put down that gun,
Your target is somebody’s father or brother or son;
Look into their eyes pleading for mercy

Put down that gun and everything will change;
History will show that you were the hero,
Just put down that gun and everything will change
Your target is somebody’s father or brother or son.

(Based on the present India, Pakistan border conflict)

In the midst of darkness,
I stepped my foot into a new world.
In a luminous world of darkness…

For a while I misread the glorious minds
Which just feigned to be so.
The actuality can be seen behind the gauze
If one really finds.
I trusted them,
It was my fault.

Instead of choosing the path of immorality,
I chose the one of honesty.
But then I was enmeshed in a trap of bogus blame
Of being the cause of the storm.
Was choosing the purity really my fault?

Oh my superior decision maker!
Have the capacity of choosing the right and wrong on your own,
Because though not dumb, but blind and deaf you are,
My fault was that I entered this polluted world.
I have respect for you, but not fear…
And if this value is my fault,
I’m ready for any wound to bear…

The hopelessness within is unbearable
The anger, the pain, it crushes you
You want to know what it’s like to be free
You wouldn’t want to be me

The world doesn’t care for you
They will push you aside the second they see something they could gain
You never had happiness, or a chance to believe
You wouldn’t want to be me

You don’t remember the last time you felt loved
Then you remember: there never was a time
Life’s flown by and left just a bad dream
You wouldn’t want to be me

The world doesn’t love you, never has and never will
You’ve realised how truly evil some other people are
You finally understand what it’s like to be a refugee
YOU WOULDN’T WANT TO BE ME

I WROTE THIS POEM HOPING TO BRING AWARENESS OF HOW SOME PEOPLE IN THE WORLD FEEL. REFUGEES, THE HOMELESS, THOSE IN POVERTY. I HOPE YOU REALISE HOW MUCH THOSE PEOPLE SUFFER. I’M NOT SAYING THERE IS ANYTHING YOU CAN DO, BUT I WANTED TO BRING AWARENESS TO THE FACT THAT SOME PEOPLE IN OUR WORLD DO SUFFER. EVEN IF I CAN’T CHANGE THAT, I WANT TO MAKE SURE NOBODY FORGETS IT. THANK YOU FOR READING MY POEM.

Jason:
If I’m white
Does it cause you strife?
It doesn’t matter if you don’t like
Or does that just shatter your lights?

Afia:
If I’m black
Am I cause for attack?
In your eyes, am I just not right
Or perhaps it’s your sight?

Guridner:
If I’m brown
There’s no need to scowl, that’s right.
Don’t look at me like that
Even if I gave you a fright.

Bo Chang:
If I’m yellow
Please don’t bellow
Like I’m an odd fellow
Just come and say “hello.”

Teresa:
If I’m cream
I’m just as suitably welcome
Alike the trees that are green
I should be welcome.

Purple person:
If I’m purple
So what, I don’t care
I have as much right as you to speak
Just please don’t dare.
______________________

We are all a multicultural society
With as much right.
We should all be respecting each other
This is what’s right.

It doesn’t mean you have to be friends with that person
Or the like
It means you should respect and celebrate with them
The things that make us alike.

Fair enough some people you don’t like
But we shouldn’t hate or discriminate despite
You should ignite tolerance and tolerance ignite
A simple thing: just show that person a green light.

Because after all
We aren’t all that different
We all have the same cells, let’s just have a ball.
Respect, celebrate and tolerance install
You don’t have to agree with them –
But when we fall
It’s always best to hold hands
As we all stand tall.

When you’re told for the first time,
“You’re going to become a dad!”
What feeling comes to mind?
Happy, content, excited, glad.

It can’t felt that long since you remember,
Sitting there,
Wiping our bums, our skinny tums,
The amount of times on the chair!

When we were three,
Quite easy.
But we guess not for you!
I could say,
Throwing up,
The sign of growing up,
Must have made you queasy!

Even how we’ve grown to now,
We know we make you extremely proud.
We’ll always be your girl and lads,
We are proud to call you our Dad.