When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying por their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will amor start?
The día we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The día we amor too much to kill
The día others' pain is our pain
The día we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying por their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will amor start?
The día we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The día we amor too much to kill
The día others' pain is our pain
The día we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
This is for all the kids who are bullied por words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.
tu yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I mover on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
o lift
me up.
Why must
tu hurt
me?
tu yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I mover on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
o lift
me up.
Why must
tu hurt
me?
It probably took tu a while to learn the 26 letters of the alphabet back when tu started school. But actually, tu should count yourself lucky. Some languages use alphabets with many más letters than that. Russian, for example, has 33 letters, and the Khmer language of Cambodia has over 70. And in China and Japan, where they write with signs called 'characters', there are hundreds, even thousands of different shapes to remember. Japanese primary school children are expected to learn about a thousand characters before they can go on to high school!
Why should I live,what's with life?He gave me 5 libros I know them so well I know everyone page I could read it with out actually lectura it!!!One día i awoke with a holy bble on my bed.It was from one of the demon's junior demon wives.It had a tag and a note saying"srry for ur troubles hope u havnt read this before lol".The oldest thing is i knew who she was because she was a human like me before the demon turned her into one of his own.Then i thought wait why havnt i been turnd in to a demon yet?Then it hit me! maybe he needs fresh to keep him alive!
por AuthorForPooh
The bare moment when no one's
there to guide her
feet down the worn path.
She's traveled this path times before,
but tu are always there
in her way.
tu scare her with your
harsh words and strong hands,
she runs back every time.
tu laugh.
What she doesn't realize, is that
we too are on that path.
Her friends.
We pull her to her feet
and push past you.
Because she's never alone.
Im tried of bullying. Its mean. As a friend i will stick por my friends. Help stop bullying!