Spoken Word

Spoken Word

A Poem by PoeticFury

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Title: Spoken Word

By: Joshua Casimier/Blake Auden

Date: November 12, 2012


We enter this world..

Boy or girl.. Growing up in a society where some see a fictional reality

Where nonfiction known as acceptance and normality is taken away and led by a unique mentality led by brutality..

Where some see the hospital as a place of grace..

Where charity is non existence

Where walking in the doors of such a place you are no longer embraced, but displaced out the door.

No matter the color of race, yet know one is running, but those with money can easily walk in insurance or not... though those without classified as poor can not even pay.


Churches placing beliefs through not words but searches, but can one ask is this worth it.

When religion is different intakes based upon the same words wrapped in an oxymoron where they try to bring light to a persons eyes, but destroys there vision....

Where schools fail to mention that some teachers are there to just make a paycheck.

Caring less if the students pay attention.

Now think clearly..

Merely where you take sex and violence out of movies..

Would you have a movie...

Would entertainment make all this money yearly.

Would the murder rate be as severely?

Would we finally see less of letters and indications saying that I am so sorry to say, or at the end of a note sincerely.

What is happening of mother earth..

Cause this is our mother.. Though as sons and daughters we are destroying what is left; taking away her every breath.


Coloring her with red.

Where seeming its not the home of the free upon this country, but the home of death..

Where we can't speak.. without others taking it as a threat.

Now flip the script..

Peaceful procedure..

Waking up saying I am proud to be who I am when I look in the mirror..

As shaking a hand instead of putting someone in the ground for a plan.

Saying that we truly enter this world as boy or girl, but wouldn't it be great to say that we can truly leave as a woman or man.

Open your ears shut your mouth.

The world today is bad enough as it is. Do we really have room for doubt.

© 2012 PoeticFury


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