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Loneliness by Sappho. .Set are the Pleiades the Moon is down And midnight dark on high. The hours the hours drift by And here I lie Alone. Page

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The Dreamer                                                                                                                            By : Chavon Moody

Within my teenage days

Using my lessons saying

Black people are powerful

I dreamed of being

The next MJ

And proclaim "Never say never, because limits, like fears, are often just an illusion"�

Or" if you accept the expectations of

others, especially, negative ones, then you

Never will change the outcome"�

Or Muhammad Ali and constantly fight for African American's

And declare "hating people

Because of their color is wrong. And it

Doesn't matter which color does the hating.

It's just plain wrong�".

Then as an young adult

I became more clear and said

I will become

An ICON.                                                                                                                                                  Inspired by : Dreams by NIKKI GIOVANNI

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Lonliness

Lying in a pit of my own despair,

I become unconscious of

Reality.longing to

Embrace the

Aura of

Another,

But sadly

Still alone

This imitation poem was inspired by Sappho's "Lonliness"

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The Disease Racism-Nicakiya Burnside

Kids are born with clean ears, minds, n eyes

Huge smiles to all and warmth manners

Racism is forced from supremacist

Who has a negative and hateful disease

A disease that is spreaded to little ones, so innocent

To have those words in their head

To the fellow brothers and sisters

Don't be mad at the little ones with the disease

Be mad at the ones that give them the disease

My black brothers and sisters we can kill

This disease by healing this disease with love

And calm feels to the ones who have not been shown

Different, we have the same blood so why not act like it.

This imitation poem is inspired by "Taught Racism"                                                                                                                                                                                                                       By Willow Moon Pearce

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Black Boy Working Excessively

I once had a grown man say,

Shaping vases out of clay

Into subtle forms sublime,

“Listen, son, good things take time.”

All my life I’ve thought of this

When a task was lacking happiness

When the work seemed awfully difficult

And  I thought I’d had enough

So I’d give a little more

To what sometimes seemed a routine;

And you know, without a doubt,

Good things always came about.

This imitation poem is inspired by “Suzie Bitner Was Afraid of the Drain”

By Barabara Vance at SuzieBitner.com

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Silence V.S Nothing- By Yuliana Torres

The human sponge captures sunlight

Resulting in a toast

Spectacles sizes like the sun, asking silently,

To the walking money.

Dirtying the sidewalks,

Barely covered with clothes.

The color of blood shined on their only source of transportation

Viciously investigating for a open door

An exit simply to lead to the better life.

People who only speak for help, fear is near

Fear, not pleasant to have

Hidden in the latched gates

Dangered to come across a new being

Disagreeing with the opinion of them standing by us.

Afraid of your doings,

The ones you abuse in the a mad cruel action.

Comparing them to the floor you walk on

This is where you stomp on.

Beautiful paint, leaving humans in need

Need, knocks out tranquility

Tranquility subtracts needs

Producing fairness that should be a priority.

This poem was inspired by Sonali Shah's poem, "Peace Or Poverty".

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May the Fighter By: Dynesty Floyd

I saw someone very inspirational one day,

And only fighters would understand the chore;

It was a fighter falling to her knees to pray,

And the unbearable struggle was no more.

Yet there is still some hurt,

In a tough day you may be blued;

And though pain and struggle she felt,

She had fought until she was renewed.

The people were asking to be lead,

And to be treated as one;

`Oh, for I haven’t finished my own journey the young fighter said,

Alas! I will teach you once I’ve won.

She viewed her fight as to hard to bare,

She said (I wish my fight was already due),

`Tis I’ll fight on and my story, i'll share,

But, not everyone will love her, this she knew.

O then, she fought on until she shined bright as day

But see after, her life was extremely bliss,

That even when her hairs turned grey

She fought until she got through this.

And what’s in store she may not know

She will always fight for what’s right any day,

While others may give up, though

Around me I see a fighters as strong as May

The poem I imitated is called Poverty by Jane Taylor

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The Felicity                                                                                                          Me, who is not afraid of what will come next

And always has a smile

Life is crowded of people everywhere

Love came and the day was filled with joy

I saw it and smiled again

My heart feels free.

Love is here

within passion and thrill comes

And I yearn old loves

the felicity was there.

Unexpectable like the weather

it came and said good morning and good night

Deeply in love I am.

Felicity is bottomless and will not go

Love is light to the dark

I feel no fear

I see it clean and broad

for which I would sacrifice

Love is all

Yes im in love

and it sets me free.                                    This poem was inspired by Maya Angelou, the poem is called "Touched by An Angel".

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" still I rise" by Maya Angelou

And still I stand  by: shyteria guy-Brown

You may know about my history

With your ungrateful, unforgivable ways

You may base me off all the lies

But still like a tree, I'll stand

Does my appearance hurt you?

Why are you so upset?

because I walk with my chest high

Around the town

Just like a mother and her child

Minding their own, not worried about a thing

Still I stand

Do you want to see me hurt

With scars all over

Pleading and begging for your mercy

Weakened by my cries

Does my enlightenment offend you?

Take it how you want

because I laugh at the way you think you treat me,

Because you don't hurt me.

You may call me names

You may hurt me

You may try to offend me

But still like a house I'll stand

Does my beauty make you cry?

Does it hurt to see me?

I walk to the beat

Of my own beating drum

Does it make you mad?

Out of the huts  history lies

I stand

Up from a from a past

That's dressed in shame

I stand

I'm black excellence at its finest

Walking proud and tall

Leaving behind all negativity

That you may bring my way

I stand

Into nightfall a night full

Of stars

I stand

Bringing joy and laughter

Everywhere I go

I stand

I stand

I stand

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Today you will use this Padlet to post your imitation poem you created from an original piece.  After you post your poem, I would like for you to include the name of the poem and the author you were inspired by.  As always, please include a video, image, or gif that would describe your poem.  This is due by the end of class today, April 30, 2018.