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Topic: In Honor of Martin Luther King Jr. "Cottonwoods Reprieve"...
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Charlotte
Knowflake Posts: 1239
From: USA
Registered: Apr 2004
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posted January 21, 2008 12:43 PM
 
I have this posted in FYWATA as well...We all must remember and do everything in our power to stop Hate crimes!... Cottonwoods Reprieve Ancient and weary I stand
Sentry over this piece of land
Witnessing unholy deeds
Blood soaked roots lie beneath these
weeds... Branches I long to detach
From which hung many a black thatch
How I mourned their last gasp
Insanity cloaked within white masks
A cross burning black and fierce
Grief struck screams through the
still night pierce... Sickened to the core and yet
Somehow not freed from karmas debt
Though I stand-I'm left with scars
I'm not free-there's no need for bars
Prison walls of rancid guilt
Damnations cell inaction built written by, Charlotte Rose Hamby © April,24,2006 IP: Logged |
Mama Mia
Knowflake Posts: 2320
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Registered: Jun 2005
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posted January 21, 2008 01:04 PM
Some people kill just for the thrill
Some people have hate in their will
Their souls are twisted, their conscience gone
The families of the deceased do not hate
The one who decided their child's fate
In this time of chaos and war
We must be more careful than before
Parents must show love at an early age
So these kids won't grow up filled with rage In my young age
I can not honestly say
I have the answers to all the madness.
However, I can ask everyone to pray
for the people with hateful hearts,
and show love to friends, family,
and especially enemies. Steve G. IP: Logged |
Mama Mia
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posted January 21, 2008 01:06 PM
This is my favorite..."Still I Rise" You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
Cause I walk like I have got oil well
pumping my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of fides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I Rise Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hand.
Cause I laugh like I've got gold wines.
Digging in my own backyard.
You may shot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hate fulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise?
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meetings of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history shame I rise up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave
I rise
I rise
I rise Maya Angelou IP: Logged |
Charlotte
Knowflake Posts: 1239
From: USA
Registered: Apr 2004
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posted January 21, 2008 05:22 PM
Mama Mia, I love both of them...
Hugs,
Char
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