This is my cry for HELP by Laquita Parker

Don’t try to oppress me

I am strong

I am crazed due to damage

My thoughts are dark

My heart is bright

Yet still I am tempted to strike

Emotions flow and shift

I am out of control

For what I believe conflicts with my actions

I want to speak up

I want to exhale

But I am abused by who I am

No one really sees the pain I carry

I hide from those who care

Am I scared to admit my fears

Do I hide behind blackened glass

This is my cry for help

Hear me screech my doom

Reach out to me

But do not disrespect me

Everything is tempting and yet I step back

Help is what I want

Help is what I seek

No one hears me scream

No one hears me plead

I am crying for help begging you

You walk away

Does my forever pain offend you

If I speak would you stay

This is my cry for help

But you probably didn’t listen anyway

Untitled by Endeah Huey

I know what the problem is, she is congested. Sick with the flu, with aches and pains demolishing every blood cell that is set to fight for her. They are doomed because of her thrill to touch. They are doomed because her finger tips danced along the brim of every indulgence. She lived in the moment. No mere future or past could interpret her  captured moment. That is how her blood cells were doomed. The day when she lived in the moment and died.
But the moment was not hers. The moment did not belong to her. The moment was not meant for her. It was not meant for her the second she couldn't breath. The very second she could taste the vile and feel it in between her legs. It seemed as though it was everything she had dreamed about every night. With a teddy bear to cuddle with and a pillow to clutch on to. To her It was more than just a dream because it was meant to be lived.
So, there she was, with her moment, but never thought about what happens next,
What to do.... next. Next is such a scary word for someone who doesn't know what that means for them. It's so scary because it's an aggressive attack on the moment. It unveils everything she was comfortable with knowing. It uncovers everything she knows until she knows nothing at all. 
She lives with the flu, but something  phenomenal happens, 
The flu isn't the flu anymore, but it instead becomes encrypted into the vessels of her consciousness. It is a reminder of that moment, it will continue to live in her consciousness until her moment, is actually fulfilled.
But that is what made her, someone else. She died when she discovered that the moment, did not belong to her. It died once she realized that everyone is armed with moments and they utilize these moments to kill one another and also themselves.

Conquer Hate by Jalen McIntosh (Modern Sonnet)

There is much hate on this Earth,

Is there a way to conquer it?

The truth is that hate has been here since its birth,

But is there a way to remove hate it by bit?

Everyday in this world we witness hate,

Rivals from coast to coast, hate comments under Facebook posts.

How to stop this hate spawns a huge debate,

Hatred is what I hate the most.

For a world without hate is very much impossible,

For peace and love cannot exist without it.

But a world where peace and love outweighs hate is plausible,

To reduce the shadows, a brighter light we must emit.

For it is conceivable, feasible, reasonable.

Allowing hate to rule us is indefeasible.

Ribbon in the Sky by Faith Smith

He loves the way the flowers bloom in the day.

He adores the way she sways with her grace.

She’s his ribbon in the sky, something almost like a lil’ hope.

He appreciates her so, and he always says, ‘that’s my golden globe.’

It never hurt anybody to appreciate this name called Woman.

He didn’t care that the stones were casted his way.

He just sat outside and watched her in his daze.

His ribbon in the sky, oh how he was amazed.

Woman always saw him from across the street.

She would roll her eyes and keep it moving with much discreet.

She hated his wandering eyes and hungered thoughts.

She knew that whatever he offered, she wouldn’t be bought.

Woman didn’t need anyone, because she was strong.

She wasn’t afraid to be the one to stand on her own.

She was indeed something a man should want.

But she knew that most didn’t deserve her flaunt.

So Woman remained his ribbon in the sky.

She never met with him, out of sight, out of mind.

She continued to stand tall and go on with life.

While Man just hoped one day she wouldn’t just be his ribbon in the sky.

Too Long by Kaylia Walker

I have been sorry for too too long. I have taken the blame for everybody's mistakes. I have forgiven the people who hurt me the most, whose cuts were the deepest wounds  I have ever seen. I have even apologized at times where my apology should not have been needed, but people do not understand that and do not realize how much I ha've sacrificed. I have put their feelings above my own, and yet something is still wrong. Nothing I do ever seems to be quite enough either I am a bad friend or a piece of dust. I have allowed so many people to cry on my shoulder yet, when my eyes were wet I had no where to run. If only they could see me for me, because honestly I'm not sorry. See I had a knife in my back when I wrote this because honestly I try too hard. I ike to see everybody smiling but sometimes just me isn't enough. See, like a friendship we have to be 50/50, because I cannot do it all on my own. I am tired of being to blame for other people's problems in fact I am tired of being a "problem" at all. How about I forget you and you forget me so next time we see one another I do not know you and you do not know me, because I am sick and tired of being everybody's scapegoat-I am no longer apologizing for anything. I have come to the conclusion that what is best for you and me is leaving me alone and leave me in my own insanity. For I do not need anymore stress, from you or anybody else, no more stress because I cause enough for myself.

My Ode to Men by Gabrielle Gousman

To men, may you capture

The dreams you chase.

May the Utopia you seek,

Blooming in masculinity,

Become a reality for you.

May it be without the color pink,

Flowers or even rainbows.

May it be without anything feminine.

May it be without beauty,

Because you seem to destroy

Everything you touch.

My innocence is bud that has yet to bloom,

But living in a world with you

Makes it crumble.

Makes it wither,

You make it shrivel up and die,

Just like everything you touch.

You try to tell me how to

Walk

You try to tell me how to

Talk,

How to look, how I should stand.

You try to tell me to talk

Quietly,

Think pretty,

Be small and meek.

But really you just don’t want me

To exist.

My existence is a threat

To your Utopia.

My pain is too real for you.

You don’t understand my pain.

You don’t care about my pain.

You try to shush me

By telling me I’m nothing.

“You are nobody,” you say,

But I can’t be nobody

If I’m here,

I exist,

I breathe,

I have flesh,

And you can’t change that.

Many have tried and failed.

You can’t tear down a temple

When it’s on holy grail.

And my body’s  a temple,

Wherever I stand is holy grail.

I will not allow you to tear me down…

I am a woman,

And that means so much more

Than you give me credit for.

PURE.

Perfection is an infinite distance. Unreachable. Undeniably desirable. But I have not yet seen near perfection. No purity. Just the purely insane. Acting against every grain of purity. Wrapped around the idea that it exists. No need to beg of others to come to this delusional state of pureness. This Utopia we dream of is unable to be constructed. We are not built with pure perfection out of the womb. It is a fault in our setting.Men and Women. But when the majority of one gender is constantly at war with this idea. Then one should ask if it is based on sexism. It all comes down to the common core that none of us are purely perfect. Unless, according to American history, you’re a  straight white male.

-Azúcar Mind

Speak to Me by Laquita Parker

Speak to me you peasant

Tell me of ye worthiness

Is ye to be willed by society

Or are the powerful enough to stand by me

Worthy of my skills and the birth I give

Ride with the wind and soar in the sky

Speak to me of righteousness

Forces and beyond

Speak to me of protection

Defend me from the dark ones that want to control me

Dangerous and wild

Spicy fire but mild

Soloist with style

Speak to me about me

Not of who you prefer me to be

For I can only be dangerously me

Speak to me of responsibility

And thy will tell you of all ye flaws

For whatever you speak of me I will conquer all

So reveal to me your disgraceful loyalty of the who speaks untruly of me

Speak to me

Forbid the laws and invite the outlaws

Stand with heart and mind

For together in due time we shall shine

So speak to me o worthy one

Listen to my call

For I am strength and power

Acknowledge my goals

Bring to me everlasting happiness

And soon we shall mirror one another

We are the blinded equals

A whisper of dreams to reality

So speak to me and thou shall respond