When you say you love me,
Yet your heart wants me to change,
When you say I’d be ideal,
But for one thing rearranged.
When you say you are tolerant
Yet not when I don't take your side,
When you say you are humble,
But can’t stow away your pride.
When you say you will listen
Yet will never let me speak,
When you say you encourage me,
But then make me feel weak.
When you say you're caring,
Yet have called me every name,
When you say you're supportive,
But have brought me so much shame.
When you say you trust me,
Yet still accuse me of lies,
When you say I'm beautiful,
But only when I'm in disguise.
When you say you’ll l
Listen, politician,
Tell me what you see.
We protest and we plea,
Don’t you see us try to flee
From your reign of tyranny?
Or are you on your spending spree?
Your eyes are on our flag,
Your hand is o’er your heart.
Your lips speak of a nation that couldn’t be more apart.
What principles will you impart,
To commence us a new start?
Listen, politician,
Lend your eyes to what we see.
Listen, politician,
Tell me what you hear.
All our panic, all our fear,
You must hear it loud and clear,
Or will our problems disappear,
If you just stay another year?
We listen to you read
Your prepared and humble creed,
While you ramb
I Wish There Was a God by CassieCros13, literature
Literature
I Wish There Was a God
Just as a child wishes Santa was real,
I wish there was a God, and one who could feel
The weight of the world and have every answer
To war, disease, famine, terror, and cancer.
Because after spending so many years,
Of praying countless prayers and crying endless tears,
It hurts one to know that it was all for naught,
As a child, it was something I never was taught.
I believed because life is so hard on my own,
I believed out of fear of being alone.
I believed for an answer, I believed for a guide,
I believed because I wanted someone by my side.
Like a child has to surrender an imaginary friend,
I knew that eventually, my belief had to end
We are the United States, or so it may seem,
To the many pursuing their American dream.
The principles of freedom are at our core and at our heart.
But the freedom to be different is what keeps drifting us apart.
We spend our days divided, into groups, clichés, clusters,
That our melting pot has lost its distinct allure and luster.
And while our differences make our country a more interesting place,
It is these differences that we ourselves fail to embrace.
This country we call the land of the free
Is only so if everybody in it acts and thinks just like me.
But as we alienate another from living life a different way,
We b
The Candle in the Wind by CassieCros13, literature
Literature
The Candle in the Wind
What started as a spark,
A gleam of radiant light
Chases out monsters of the dark
And burns softly in the night.
Who began life as a hopeful child,
A beam of luminous delight
Had dreams too far fetched and wild,
Passion blazed so ever bright.
And every day,
Brightens the world just a little more
Like a candle’s golden ray.
The old soul that longs for purpose
Is the flickering flame
That struggles against the wind.
Flickering, fluctuating, wavering,
But miraculously holds its ground.
It melts steadily and quick,
Dissolves and fizzles out,
Dying at the wick.
It doesn’t last the night,
But casts a lovely light.
Whether IR
You are more than a number, statistic or fraction,
You are more than a stranger’s glance or reaction.
You are more than a puzzle piece or a missing link,
You are more than what the world may think.
You are more than a stigma or sign which you're labeled,
You are more than “special”, diseased, different, disabled.
You are more than a whisper, you are more than a name,
You are more than rejection, you are more than others' blame.
You are more than vibrations that torture your ears,
You are more than disorder that drives you to tears.
You are more than emotion you can't read or display,
You are more than the words you’