Talking to me?

You scream in anger
In a cold empty street
I pass by only
To be disturbed

So I ask what is
Your problem
Only to be ignored
Or maybe yelled at

The streets aren’t the
Place for displaced anger
Feelings should be
Expressed

But those found to be
A nuisance
Discreetly; sounds of
Violence, sadness

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My city hall

At the foot of my city hall lay stairs to nowhere
My city hall holds flags that have lost meaning
It’s become a place for bureaucrats to lay waste in my city
No open doors for citizens so where do I go
With my problems a glass bottle may work
But it won’t float where needed
But maybe the finder can do more than me
Because my city hall isn’t open to the public

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My City

My city lay sleeping during the light but comes, alive in the dark
The light brings clairvoyance the dark unexpected feelings
My headphones can’t drown the noise out it only grows
Louder till dawn my city screams for its people
We scream back but in a different language
Walls speak of times of prosperity, and peace
Park benches holler about littler left underneath
Statues cry for people they have seen leave far to soon
Books are opened for childish vandalism but not to gain
My city screams as does yours
You just need to stop and listen

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Change is needed

In 1776, people died for freedom, liberty, Justice
People say it’s what this country was built on
It’s all a lie this country was built on the very things
The pilgrims wished to leave behind
Built on the backs of people sold for trinkets
And as time went on people who looked more and
More like me my fore fathers built this country
Yours watched but that was long ago
So why do we fight only to destroy their work
Our home so why can’t we hold our siblings hand
Only for a few minutes a brief walk just little things
To instill equality, justice, and change
If tomorrow has come then let’s fix where out fore fathers
Went wrong let’s do it for us

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