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Why Are People So Mean? | Chrissie Sadie Haley

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Why are people so mean?

She asks me after finding out
That not everything or
Everyone is safe and that
Some people will lash out
Even if you smile at them.

I take a deep breath and tell her
It’s because they are missing
Something deep inside,
That part of them that feels
Happiness, kindness, empathy,
And that we must keep kind
Thoughts in our hearts for them
Because someone didn’t when
They were growing up.

She thinks for a moment and
Says that she’s glad she can
Keep being nice even when
Others aren’t. My heart expands.

I think of everything I saw
Growing up in my family and
The promise I made to myself
That I would never lose the
Love I possessed inside and
Would always be the
Opposite of mean.

Thunder | Athira Unni

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when the sky folds noisily in two
when the clouds flash pictures of earth

will you hold me like a rainbow
holds a colour?

Global Warming | Aarav Surana

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This global warming, what is the big deal?
Someone really needs to reveal.
Father says it is a big cause of worry.
Grandma says it is caused by that fancy Ferrari.

Some say it causes the glaciers to melt
And is caused due to the depletion of the ozone belt.
Others say the Earth is heating up
All because of our human pileup

They say our factories and vehicles are the root cause
Along with our petty human flaws
Of pollution and deforestation
And our earthly adulteration.

So what can we do to stop this?
And cover up all these splits.

Plant trees, stop pollution,
Find another solution
For our polluting vehicles
Use bicycles, walk, do anything to stop those chemicals
From rising into the atmosphere.
For they are the only cause of fear.

So now we know why global warming is a big deal
And how it may our very existence steal.
So let us take this pledge today
To stop global warming from making a getaway.

For the Women – A Poem by Akua Mensah

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For a long time I have taught myself to feel nothing. Growing up with
a single mother and older brothers, and men who could be better role
models if they didn’t come home soaked in alcohol and the coulda
shoulda woulda’s that haunt the moments of sober consciousness that
slip through, you deal with it. Being the youngest kid is supposed to
suck, right?

I saw my mother break her back for her children, and for the children
of others of whom I was her chief example. When one of mine was dearly
departed and the other voluntarily departed, her arms took me and gave
me roots. Planting me in her chest and promising she would do her best
by me, as she did with every demon that ran out of Patience for our
Naija movie nights. And every time she clapped when I got an A, and
every time she yelled at me for being dumb.

There are few things stronger than her. And there was nothing in the
world I wanted more to be. For that I decided that the only way was
not to feel. I have learned with every new coat of rust formed on the
dam that I created that her strength was in feeling everything. And I
can only hope that one day, I can learn to do that too.

More at http://amoafoa.tumblr.com.

Things I Can't Tell You – A Poem by G. S. Katz

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There’s so much I can’t tell you
It’s not that I don’t want to
It’s just that
It will never come out right
So I sit on my hands
Holding it all in
Hoping one day
You’ll give me the nod
Then I’ll let some out
Maybe while having coffee
Or on the park bench in early spring
I want to release my secret thoughts
You’ll take good care of them
I know that about you
It’s comforting

Echo – A Poem by Jeri Nestle

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Who
Is that girl?
Who walks along with
Those wistful eyes
And just sighs
A painful sigh
Full of memory
And remembrance

She is
A girl of the past
A girl forgotten
Just a shadow
Of what she once was
All that remains is a faint
Hum
A sigh
And a meaningful
Goodbye

Of that girl that once was.

above, below, beneath, behind, beside – A Poem by Susan Marie

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above
below
beneath
behind
beside
me
your spirit resides

an eternal yearning
met in dreams
and moments
of existential
bliss

with you
there is no
thought

an inherent
knowing
that our spirits
have met
will meet
collide like atoms
in this universe
undiscovered
like lands yet birthed
before the age of man
before languages
were spoken
when nature existed
in her
utter
holy
glory

this is where we met
the wind whispering
through pine trees
the sun loving soil
the rain drenching valleys
when lightning was born
from a solitary
cloudburst

this is how we first met

above
below
beneath
behind
beside

More at http://www.suemarie.info. Hear her poem at https://soundcloud.com/susan-marie/above-below-beneath-behind-beside.

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