Poetry
Angel on Fire
They promised justice They promised equality They gave us poverty and fields of land mines It gave me one leg to hop on my life I am ten and an angel on fire
They said it is good for the country They said it is all about economics They called it tourism and others called it exploitation It shattered my innocence I am eleven and an angel on fire
It’s a way of life they say A path to make my future bright they say A way to support my parents they say A gardener, a cook among the wealthiest of the “saints” A servant for the serpents barely 13 and an angel on fire
Nike, Levi, Gap, Express, Wal-Mart, Crew, Champion of Fore ever 21. Few of our needful things protected by their rights. We “just do it” , bar questions of got more pay? I am a sweatshop asset, going on 16, an angel on fire
We come and go among the popular saints Our rights taken away; By the plunderers of our goals and dreams I’m a laborer, a servant, an orphan, a sex object It’s not easy being me, I am the child the want I want to be, An angel on Fire.
Angel on Fire.
They said it was freedom They said it was a mission They said it was peace It made me an orphan I am nine and an angel on fireThey promised justice They promised equality They gave us poverty and fields of land mines It gave me one leg to hop on my life I am ten and an angel on fire
They said it is good for the country They said it is all about economics They called it tourism and others called it exploitation It shattered my innocence I am eleven and an angel on fire
It’s a way of life they say A path to make my future bright they say A way to support my parents they say A gardener, a cook among the wealthiest of the “saints” A servant for the serpents barely 13 and an angel on fire
Nike, Levi, Gap, Express, Wal-Mart, Crew, Champion of Fore ever 21. Few of our needful things protected by their rights. We “just do it” , bar questions of got more pay? I am a sweatshop asset, going on 16, an angel on fire
We come and go among the popular saints Our rights taken away; By the plunderers of our goals and dreams I’m a laborer, a servant, an orphan, a sex object It’s not easy being me, I am the child the want I want to be, An angel on Fire.
The Twist
This is no phantom girl Jacked up with life and color, a hint of uncertainty Bubbly and spirited, deep rooted is a taste like a cola She is the real thing!
Drenched in my own fear and selfishness The greatest of all being the loss of a friend In the comfort of you; I take refuge
I like her, she likes me Lies fate it self, which reads I like her and she likes him; I’m floating in the sea of dreams
But wait, maybe A twist in fate A twist in chance A twist within a friend Might keep me a shore.
The Twist.
This is no bump in the dark A bump in to a burp! perhaps Darn! How ‘nerdy’ it sounds I hope she reads onThis is no phantom girl Jacked up with life and color, a hint of uncertainty Bubbly and spirited, deep rooted is a taste like a cola She is the real thing!
Drenched in my own fear and selfishness The greatest of all being the loss of a friend In the comfort of you; I take refuge
I like her, she likes me Lies fate it self, which reads I like her and she likes him; I’m floating in the sea of dreams
But wait, maybe A twist in fate A twist in chance A twist within a friend Might keep me a shore.
Have you ever been loved?
I am searching for the commentitious religion of self being In the absence of my consciousness, the smoking of my self The presence of my libido, in the arms of his deception The rising of the breasts and the breath of the lips as I stare upon The naked eyes, those hollow eyes… As I glare on my reflection The marriage of seduction and hope It’s the harmony of a thousand voices Shouting at me, stirring up me Drowning my screams let afloat my anger In the comfort of my quilt As I lay in my bed Waking up in the midst of work, I smile upon the lust of night Finding hope in the air I breathe in, Helps me forget those fights of emptiness ‘Cause I been told I’m right even when its wrong The telltales of those scares are present in my - Words for him, the words we mean The emptiness of love at birth Is the equalizer for all human babies! We spent our life time defining it In the realm of securing it While we lose most it In the presence of the selfish being The absence of the humane being The perceived threat Which I have imposed on my self of the persons that love me, The ones which I look through the kaleidoscope For our actions define us, our words moves us And our love saves us. Have you ever been Loved?
Have you ever been loved?
Surrounded by my peers in lighting stories, and boring lives Contemplating my moves in forgetting my self Ignoring the present, factoring in the past Sacrifice of the adult, for the return of The forbidden girl, the lost childhood When peers become friends and, My friends become shadows…I am searching for the commentitious religion of self being In the absence of my consciousness, the smoking of my self The presence of my libido, in the arms of his deception The rising of the breasts and the breath of the lips as I stare upon The naked eyes, those hollow eyes… As I glare on my reflection The marriage of seduction and hope It’s the harmony of a thousand voices Shouting at me, stirring up me Drowning my screams let afloat my anger In the comfort of my quilt As I lay in my bed Waking up in the midst of work, I smile upon the lust of night Finding hope in the air I breathe in, Helps me forget those fights of emptiness ‘Cause I been told I’m right even when its wrong The telltales of those scares are present in my - Words for him, the words we mean The emptiness of love at birth Is the equalizer for all human babies! We spent our life time defining it In the realm of securing it While we lose most it In the presence of the selfish being The absence of the humane being The perceived threat Which I have imposed on my self of the persons that love me, The ones which I look through the kaleidoscope For our actions define us, our words moves us And our love saves us. Have you ever been Loved?