The Breaking Point

Imagine a girl

Held down by her race

Held down by people who thought they loved her

Imagine being held down by society

One day she meets a friend

Another girl to share her pain and sorrows

Her ups and downs in her life.

They hit things off instantly

They make vowes to be true to each other

Through the thick and the thin

They vow to support each other whenever they fight through the tears and the sorrow

They promise to be together, forever, friends, till the end of time.

Until someone flips the water and everything around them becomes cold as ice.

The girl doesn’t understand why the tides turned so quickly

She winds up in a place of fury and confusion

Her friend decides for her that thier friendship is over and done

She wants to fight to get it over with.

The girl doesn’t want to, but she will if she wants to defend herself.

She doesn’t want this petty drama to get in the way of thier beautiful friendship

She wants to say ” I’m sorry” and let the by gones be by gones.

But the friend says it’s too late.

The girl doesn’t want to fight

She doesn’t want to join fists to make a problem even bigger”Just Go back to the ways before” she tells herself.

She prays that God brings her out of this petty drama.

But her prayers went Unanswered.

She heads to the local park to “settle” the petty drama

She wants to get it over and done with

But her intuition keeps telling her no.

When she gets there, she feels queasy

Something keeps telling her that something isn’t right.

From the shadows , she see’s 5 dark figures coming to approach her.

Turns out these figures are the other girls friends

The girl didn’t sign up for this

She thought it was going to be one and one.

One by one they take their turn and beat her to a pulp, leaving her bloody and swollen.

If that wasn’t enough, the next day they chase her into her home and beat her up some more

One of the jumpers asked the girl “Why didn’t you fight back?”

The Girl responded “I’m through with this because I am better than this.”

In the next couple of hours the girl who got bullied and wounded up swollen and bloody takes her own life.

She had enough of bullying and taunting and she just wanted it to end.

She thought that this was the only way…

She tied herself to a fan with the help of a blanket and hung herself while her little brother and sister watched.

The brother screamed in horror, he didn’t know what to do.

The only thing he could do was cry in horror and get the neighbors …But it was too late, she was already gone

Mom came home from work and the first thing she saw was yellow police tape around her door

She demanded what was going, she wanted to see what was wrong

Then she see’s her daughter’s body being carried away out the house

She screams in pain and agnoy screaming “My BABY! MY BABY!” But nothing can bring her daughter back.

 

That little girl, the 13 year old girl

Had Her Breaking Point and she though this was the only way to deal…

Now a family  is left confused and trying to understand why would someone ever push her to her breaking point.

 

 

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The Innocent Killing of Trayvon Martin

Trayvon

Trayvon was a brother

Son

A black man who lived in Florida

Went to go to the store

To buy skittles

For a little treat for himself

Little did he know

He life was going to become short

A sick man

Followed him

Followed him for what you ask?

Because he looked “suspicious”

“Suspicious” for wearing a hoodie

or

“Suspicious” for bein black

We’ll probably will never know the real reason

The man followed him

Chased him down

And shot him in the chest

Moments later Trayvon was dead

And the killer walks free

What’s the point of this?

The madness?

The innocent bloodshed?

You mean to tell me a person can’t walk down the street  without being killed

For being black?

Is this is how the system really is?

Messed up from the floor up

How is this be?

I ask God why?

Why did this little boy die this way?

He had so much potential

So much life

He had a future

But all that token,

In instant

And I ask you why,

Why is the killer free?

He’s enjoying life

While Tryvon is getting ready to be buried

People, Wake Up!

Don’t let his death be in vain

So it won’t happen to somebody else’s

Brother

Sister

Father

Mother

Cousin

Stop the cycle of bigotry, prejudice and racism

And raise Up

There is nothing that cab;t be done

If we all raise our voice as ONE.

 

 

 

Thankfullness

Being thankful means being apperiative

Appreciative for what you have

For what you can do

Being thankful means NOT complaining

Not murmuring every chance you get

You see,

If people could get to see what other people live like for a month,

They would stop complaining

People complain about the most stupidest things

“Uggh I don’t want to go to school today”

Be thankful that you can go to school

Some people schools are blowed up

Be Thankful

Start thanking the Creator for the little things you do have

Because you never know when it might be gone.

Innocence Bloodshed

BOOM< BANG< KAPOW

Is all some people hear when they wake up

Not a good morning, Not a hello, Not I love you

Instead

They hear thier mother getting killed

They hear their family members  screaming

For what reason you ask?

Nobody knows the true reason

Innocence people are being killed all around the world

All because of GREED

GREED EQUALS DEATH

GREED KILLS

I just have to ask you a question….

How many people you have to kill to satisfy your greed?

How many babies will have to die for you?

Do you even care?

No, you don’t

When will the innocent bloodshed stop?!

I pray for every night for world peace

I pray for peace and each day I wake up

The world gets more wickied

When will the God’s children stand up and say they had enough?

We had enough!

STOP THE INNOCENT BLOODSHED!!!

The Innocent Killing

Warning : This following poem is about abortions. I am a strong supporter against abortion. I think it is murder no matter what people say. My following views are expressed in this poem. If you are a supporter of abortion please LEAVE this page now.

My BROKEN Foot

My CUT off leg

My BURNED arm

Why is happening?

What is this?

Is this some type of TORTURE for a crime that I did not commit?

Is this the price I pay for wanting to stay?

All I want is L-O-v-E

and a little bit of T-L-C

Is that too much to ask?

If I knew this was going to happen to me,

                                                                                    WHY,

didn’t you  choose option 2?

Let me LIVE with another one of you

So I can be FREE

and so the can show me what L-O-v-E really means

and give me the T-L-C I need.

And you is just going to justify this type of TORTURE?

Would you want this to happen to you?

You say that I am a fetus,

which to you, 

is NOT technically a human right?

But you’re wrong.

They say that I can’t feel pain

They say that I can’t see

They say I can’t hear

They say to get rid of it.

But,

do YOU know how it feels to have your

SKIN burned with SALINE?

Do YOU know how it feels to have your

BRAIN scooped out  while your still moving?

Do you know how it feels  to have your

LEGS ripped from your BODY?

NO!

It is more than just a HORROR.

It is a never ending NIGHTMARE.

Is the cycle of INNOCENT KILLING.

Note : This poem is dedicated to all the babies that died from abortions this year and past years. Everyone deserves a chance at life. You are precious gift from God no matter what race nor color. I pray that God will bless your souls with family that will love you. My heart goes out to you. RIP