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A Mother
I sit here in great awe,
at the wonders I see,
That a mother bestows on her young,
The strength of her being,
And her will to go on,
But her achievements as yet go unsung.
Those gifts she hands down,
To her children so young,
Stay with them for a lifetime ahead.
A Mother will fight,
For all she feels right,
Holding on to their future by a thread.
Her strength from inside,
Blooms often and wide,
Her heart is open to all who come near,
She takes on the world,
As life around her unfurls,
Keeping safe those, whom to her, are so dear.
Through adversity and pain,
She will fight to regain,
Her composure, the world will then see,
Her not one to complain,
And from pleasures abstain,
Giving of herself to the utmost degree.
These gifts she bestows,
Upon her children do grow,
Her life to them, she devotes for all time,
Her love they receive,
And from it achieve,
The stairway of life, then to climb.
In her role she stands fast,
To continue her task,
Through all that comes into her life,
Her reward has to be,
Seeing her children grow free,
And protected from worry and strife.
So let me give my praise,
To the one who does raise,
Her children, for there is no other,
Who gives all of her days,
Through life's trying ways.
Such a wondrous being is a Mother,
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Persecuted!
Why do they hate me so? What is it that I've done?
Why do they see me differently? They all do it, one by one.
I am just a normal person and no different from all the rest,
I have two eyes, a head, a heart, but, with darker skin, been blessed.
So for that one small difference, they, my life and sanity provoke,
To degrade the person that I am, with every word that's spoke.
The hurtful names they call me, paint daubed upon my wall,
Bricks smashed against my windows, upon my door, words scrawled.
No harm have I ever done them, no hurtful words have passed my lips,
So why do they treat me so badly, and tear my life to strips.
You can see it in their eyes; you can hear their words of hate,
Just because my skin's not white, my whole life they do berate.
Why can't they see beyond the skin? to the person here inside,
I am no different from the rest, let conscience be their guide.
For I am just a being, No better but no worse,
All for this darker skin of mine, with which I have been cursed.
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;Hello; I'm down here, can't you see me?
I really fail to understand,
How invisible I seem to be,
At home or when I'm shopping,
People just don't notice me.
Never looking into my eyes,
Never speaking to my face,
Its just as if I wasn't there,
Never leaving a single trace.
Talk about me to my partner,
As if I could not understand,
Is this really the dreadful way,
My life should have been planned.
Your sympathies are unfounded,
I don't need your pity or concern,
Just recognise me as a human,
And conversation to me turn.
I am no different from you all,
I have a voice and ears that hear,
My eyes can see your awkwardness,
My heart should be full of cheer.
But because my body fails me,
And I'm stuck here in this chair,
You ignore my very existence,
And pretend that I'm not there.
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