My teacher was like: what would you stand up for and then gave us five minutes to write something. I have no chill so here's what happened:
My voice is little but it speaks for many,
The only question is,
Will anyone hear it?
I want to stand up for those I love,
For those whom I respect and for those whom I don't know,
I want to stand up for the planet
because it cannot speak for itself;
Though the raging winds and storms make sounds,
We ignore the pain behind the crying clouds.
I want to stand up for BIPOC citizens
Because their voices are too often silenced;
Though they stand up for themselves
We diminish what they say,
until all we see is the color of the moving lips.
I want to stand up for the homeless
Because they have nowhere to go use their voices;
Though they beg for help and assistance
We only see ragged clothes and bad teeth,
and we use them as an example of, "not trying."
I want to stand up for other queer people
Because our words are ignored and our voices are made fun of;
Science has proven our validity and we are loud
And yet our voices are overdriven by a mistranslated text
Written thousands of years ago.
I want to stand up for those from other countries,
With other skins and other languages
Because their words and intentions are so often misread;
Their utterances are strong and true and their numbers many,
And yet an invisible border or cloth around their heads
Somehow make their peaceful purposes irrelevant and invisible.
I want to stand up for Breonna Taylor,
And the many others that have fallen victim to police brutality
Because they themselves can no longer speak;
Peaceful masses gather to protests deaths
and yet they are considered riots and rubber bullets rain from the sky
And wash away the shouts for reform.
I want to stand up for those with disabilities and illnesses
Because a speech impediment doesn't undermine
the value of the words being spoken;
I want to stand up for so many
But because depression is more than just sadness
I can't even stand up for myself.
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My Poetry
PoetryI want to publish my poems But I'm too scared to committ I want to write a song But the notes I cannot hit I want to live my life But I always want to quit I want to help the planet But there's too much wrong with it I want to stop climate change Bu...