poem
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She wanders the world in rags not riches Observing just what we have done to this earth She roams the green meadows and through inner city slums And wonders to herself just what we have done The high rise flats with their urine stenched lifts The graffiti’d hallways she thought we were better than this…
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I want to see you kissed Watch as your touched I want to see you making love I want to see your squirm See you writhe Hear your moans Listen to your sighs And look into your eyes As you peark hard So many times I want to see you owned Watch your body come…
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Nature deals reality checks To our race who thinks that we are the best, As if we are the most powerful force But then nature proves that it is false, Tornado’s, earthquakes, tsunami’s Teach us just how feeble we are, you and me, Seeing the wreckage wrought on humanity Should be a sobering act of…
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Honor killings, a deeply unsettling phenomenon that transcends borders and cultures, evoke a complex interplay of tradition, gender, and societal expectations. Rooted in the belief that a family’s honor can be tarnished by the actions of its members, these acts of violence often target women who are perceived to have defied social norms. Despite advancements…
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Honour killing is a contradiction There’s no honour in this that is my conviction, All life is precious and everyone has a right To be able to live just right without a need to fight, There is only shame in those who kill this way There is no honour in this act in this I…
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Oh my days the stress and worry I am not looking to leave life in a hurry, Health concerns have reared their head Oh my days let’s hope I am blessed, Let’s just hope everything will be ok I just don’t know though if things will go my way, But I will keep calm and…
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Have you had those days where everything winds you up Where people and events and life just seems to annoy you, Like you are a coiled spring ready and straining to go Like that thermonuclear device that’s ready to explode, This has been my day, frustrating in every way Triggering me to the point where…
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Sensing your frequency and raising it up to the point where you feel the boundaries are pushed is a way to grow and transcend, simply resonating on the same level will only ever maintain the mundane.
fauxcroft 