I decided, if I'm going to be poor and black and all, the least thing I'm going to do is to try and find out who I am. I created everything about me.
quote by Ornette Coleman
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Fill The Void
Once there was a man who decided he knew everything
Once there was a book that he threw in my face
Once there was an angry mob that marched
Up and down the street
Dont ya know they all called my name
What do they want from me?
Chorus
What do they want from me?
What do they want from me?
What do they want from a poor boy who
Cant believe
They want to fill the void
They want to fill the empty spaces
But I wont let them consume me
With the rest of the lifeless faces
Once there was a little girl
Who thought that she was a queen
And she thought the world was a playground
Filled with sand
So with all her friends she created a fantasy
They all come to me with their demands
What do they want from me?
Chorus
Every little thing is a piece of a larger thing
Ever little fish is a tyrant of the sea
Every little atom is a master of his family
Every single piece calls my name
What do they want from me?
Chorus
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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The Very Thing That Makes You Rich
My father told me, lying on his bed of death,
"boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self
'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand
And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor
The very thing that makes her rich will make you poor"
That's right!
Well, i put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes i did
Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes i did, i sure did
While you were living high on the hog
You had me down here scuffling like a dog
Well, the very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Don't you never ever make such a bad mistake
You know i'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake
Then to work hard every day bringing that woman all my pay
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor,
Makes me so damn poor
The thing that makes her rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich make me poor
Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Makes me so damned poor
Money won't change it, no no...
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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And He
And He created us,
Humans with two heads,
Four arms,
Four legs
And He saw us,
Playing,
Caressing,
Making love,
Give Birth,
And died
And yet He
Was not happy
He decided to tear
Us apart
And He putted the one
In the North
And the other
In the South
And He believed
That they never would
Find each other
Again
And He forget
One thing
How far away your
Soul mate is
There is always
The invisible
Bound of ties
And He can
Be angry
But they’ll always
Find the other half
In each
Circle of life
And He can do
Whatever he wants to do
But they’ll always
Play,
Care,
Give Love,
Give Birth,
And die after
Finding their
Soul mate
poem by Pascale Ost
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Yes Yes
when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.
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poem by Charles Bukowski
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The Creator
He made the universe with the wave of his hand
then decided to change the plan.
he made this planet of dirt and stone
but it could not be left alone.
He needed something to quench his thirst
from the ground water did burst.
he made this planet two thirds water
and put in creatures to complete the order.
He felt all that he created was a great plan.
then he decided to make man.
man was the most difficult challenge
of all his creations
for it had to be of great sensation.
man would live on all the creatures
that he created, in land, air, or sea.
to be able to think, with the brain
that they was given,
and control all life forms that was living.
He decided to give man a heart of gold
and then added a thing called soul.
he gave the heart a two fold purpose
one to live, and the other to feel
all sorts of different sensations.
then he added all the other spices
love, sorrow, jealousy, bitterness and hate.
but the strongest two was LOVE AND FAITH.
now that the heart was complete
he took the soul, and he did treat.
he treated it with all that he had put into
the mind and heart.
this is how we got our start.
now that all this was done
in the future he would give his SON.
His son may have many different names
but he is GOD just the same.
poem by Louis Rams
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Do It Now
Once upon the time there was a girl/
She used to say tomorrow i can do/
But somehow her tomorrow's never came true/
Every tomorrow drugged with it another one/
And the poor girl never found the right time to do/
What she decided doing/
Once upon the time there was a pretty girl/
One day the pretty girl fell in love/
Every time she decided to describe her emotions she was shy/
She always delayed expressing her love to the next time/
And for her the right next Time never came around/
She lost her chance somehow and lost her love/
Once upon the time there was a man/
He was known with his anger and cruelty even with his little boy/
But every night the father went to his little kid's room with crying eyes watched him sleeping/
And every night he decided to apologies and never again to beat his little boy but his decision never came true/
The poor kid was the victim of having a father like him/
One day the poor boy had an accident and died/
Unfortunately the right time for the cruel father never came true to change his atitude/
So if you want to do something do it right now tomorrow may never comes/
If you want to confess your love do it right now the life is so short shout out/
Those words are there burden in your heart when still you have the time/
And when you find out that you have to change your atitude/
Change it while you still have the chance/
Never think twice to do your apologies when you really have done wrongs/
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Poor Soul
Poor soul, why have you chosen this body,
decided to dwell in me? A human being
while you could have had anybody
and you could have inhabited a more divine thing?
Yet you those someone on this sinful planet called earth
a mere speck in the entire universe
and from my very birth
had to struggle in a world perverse
from what it had been designed to be
and what will you inhabit when
time and destiny brings a end to me
and where will you be then?
Or will you just vanish with the thing called life,
fading into the naught without strive?
[Reference: Sonnet 146 “Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth” by William Shakespeare.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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I decided blacks should not have to experience the difficulties I had faced, so I decided to open a flying school and teach other black women to fly.
quote by Bessie Coleman
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I created the characters from what I read in the script. I decided how I should talk, accent, no accent, my own voice, or a created voice. Then, I visualize what I should look like.
quote by Ruth Buzzi
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I Decided
I decided not to cry
'cause I know
you cannot wipe my tears
I decided not to ask
'cause I know you cannot give
I decided not to give
'cause I know you will reject
I decided not to speak
'cause I know
you will be...hurt.
I decided to decide
'cause I know....
I have to.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Poverty Is A Relative Thing
It is true poverty is a relative thing
A poor bloke buys his girlfriend a ten dollar ring
But to a pauper one with ten dollars is not poor at all
What to one seems big to another seems small,
That poverty is a relative thing seems so true
You may well be poor but many poorer than you
There are millions of homeless on Poverty Street
Searching in rubbish bins to find something to eat
And there are millions who lay down to rest hungry at night
And sleep in the open under the starlight
At least you have a roof over your head and a bed on which to lie
And it will not be of malnutrition that you will die
And of those down on their luck the singer may sing
But poverty can be a relative thing.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Disappointment
Disappointment you shouldnt have done
You couldnt have done
You shouldnt have done
The things you did then
And we couldve been happy
What a piteous thing, a hideous thing
Was tainted by the rest
But it wont get any harder
And I hope youll find your way again
And it wont get any higher
But it all boils down to what you did then
In the night we fight, I lied youre right
It was exactly then
I decided
And drew you out
In the night we fight, I lied youre right
It was exactly there
I decided
But it wont be any harder
And I whope youll find you way again
And it wont get any higher
But it over boils down to what you did then
Disappointment
song performed by by Cranberries
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Don't Give Up
I thought it was a failure, so I decided to quit
Not realizing success would come in just a little bit
I tried and tried and tried again but had nothing left to give
I knew that life it is so short, so I decided I would live
I left all I once valued and vowed to never look back
All I saw was emptiness and a world all full of black
So all my labor was in vein but I will never know
For the life that I have left behind I will never go
The pain and hurt and suffering and all I have been through
I lost a big part of myself, the part that I once knew
Now I'm old and wonder, what if I had tried
To chase the dream and find success, instead the dream had died
I wonder had I hung on more and maybe took a chance
Instead of a life of labor, I would have a life of dance
The one's we leave behind sometimes, are human and make mistakes
But never underestimate, the changes Jesus makes
For the odds they are against us, in a life that's full of sin
But I can guarantee you one thing, with Jesus you will win
So will you walk away from things, when your feeling down and beat
Or will you trust in the One, who can accomplish any feat
For he loves you more than you know and can complete any task
So remember you will never get, for something you never ask
So don't give up, keep trying. Or you will never find out
The victories that God will bring, that's what his plan's about.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Poor Little Girl
Poor little girl
With her head in the air
Theres a poorly sick world all around you
Poor horny boy
One thing on his mind
That poor little girl
He must find you
Chorus:
Theres a whole lotta love
Shaking inside of me
And I must figure out why its there
Theres a bottomless heart
Thats hooked into all of you
And its wondering how much you care
Poor little girl
With a whole in her heart
Theres a poorly sick world all around you
Poor horny boy
One thing on his mind
That poor little girl
He must find you
Theres a whole lotta love
Shaking inside of me
And I must figure out why its there
Theres a bottomless heart
Hooked into all of you
And its wondering how much you care
Poor little boy
Head in a whirl
Theres a phony slick world all around you
That poor little girl
With her head in the air
That poor little boy he must find you
Theres a whole lotta love
Shaking inside of me
And I must figure out why its there
Theres a bottomless heart
Hooked into all of you
And its wondering how much you care
Theres a need and desire I have
To express whats inside of me
I must figure it out while its still there
And an endless amout of
Of a joy that you touch me with
Thought its almost too much for me to bear
Poor litte girl
song performed by by George Harrison
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God and His Plan
God, my creator,
When you had created a woman for a man,
In the garden where the river flows underneath,
Where the dinosaurs do not exist,
Where the snow is an unknown word.
I think that you have decided that
one is more than enough for another.
Otherwise Lord, my merciful,
Benevolent and Almighty,
so kind enough to Forgive
the sins of male,
and a stern judge,
to punish and spank the women
for their misdoing,
You must have created,
at least Four Eves for an Adam.
Amen.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Beauty In Essence
I read beautiful sentence 'beauty is joy forever'
How best to understand 'beauty lies in the eyes of beholder'
I was restless and decided to search
But I had imagined it as beyond reach
God only knows how to define beauty
He has created it and certainly is his duty
I shall have to feel or be the part of beautiful universe
If I am granted black color then it should not be the cause of curse
Oh God! What a project I have taken on hand?
Not even almighty has tried to understand
It was freely distributed on earth by nature
Many flowers have come up in garden to reassure
'No, it can't be as simple as that' I was amused
I opened eyes but in misbelieve refused
Why was it not attracting as it should have been?
I thought for a while but lacked the power to be called divine
Wherever I moved and tried to guess
I saw the same power with divine face
He was there in each particle
Each one speaking itself as independent article
I found beauty in black eyes
With same attraction and force it tried
Not that white lacked any appeal
But black represented nothing to repeal
I raised my hands and looked at his mighty power
Only rain god had the blessings to offer
Bring life and beauty to earth in general
So many appeared quickly and many disappeared with funeral
I tried to read and decode the beautiful language
I was not young enough to understand that page
Where all the material was available to feel beautiful
But I found it at no place and remained unsuccessful
I find each object better than the other
Among the females I could see only mother
In the garden I could find only rose flower
Where else I need to go now to find beautiful cover?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Spider
'OH, look at that great ugly spider!' said Ann;
And screaming, she brush'd it away with her fan;
''Tis a frightful black creature as ever can be,
I wish that it would not come crawling on me. '
'Indeed,' said her mother, 'I'll venture to say,
The poor thing will try to keep out of your way;
For after the fright, and the fall, and the pain,
It has much more occasion than you to complain.
'But why should you dread the poor insect, my dear?
If it hurt you, there'd be some excuse for your fear;
But its little black legs, as it hurried away,
Did but tickle your arm, as they went, I dare say.
'For them to fear us we must grant to be just,
Who in less than a moment can tread them to dust;
But certainly we have no cause for alarm;
For, were they to try, they could do us no harm.
'Now look! it has got to its home; do you see
What a delicate web it has spun in the tree?
Why here, my dear Ann, is a lesson for you:
Come learn from this spider what patience can do!
'And when at your business you're tempted to play,
Recollect what you see in this insect to-day,
Or else, to your shame, it may seem to be true,
That a poor little spider is wiser than you. '
poem by Ann Taylor
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You Wont See Me Cry
I wish I had all you ever wanted
Id give it right to you
But I dont have it
How could I ever find it,
The strength to let you go
cause I dont have it
When will I have it?
And it goes, and it goes on
And it goes on
You wont see me cry
You know I decided
That Im gonna pull myself together
And find a way to fight it
Im gonna have to hide it
You wont see me cry
You wont see me cry
Ive got no choice but to face it
I have to let you know that I dont like it
My love is good for someone
And it may take some time
But I will find him
Why should I waste it?
When I go,
When I go on
I will go on
You wont see me cry
You know I decided
That Im gonna pull myself together
And find a way to fight it
Even if I have to hide it
You wont see me cry
You wont see me cry
You wont see me...(oh ah uh)
I finally decided
And I found the way to fight it...
So you wont see me...cry
You wont see me cry
song performed by by Wilson Phillips
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And God Created Woman
In a deep sleep I fell
And the music starts 2 swell
One of my ribs he took and it shall be
Bone of my bones (bone of my bones)
And God created woman
And we were naked and did not care
Theres a time 2 take and a time 2 share
2 in love, all around and all aware
Flesh of my flesh (flesh of my flesh)
And God created woman
Temptation sweet and so much (sweet and so much)
Surely die if neither one of us shall ye touch (shall ye touch)
Then again we could die from the rush (rush)
Heart of my heart (heart of my heart)
And God created woman (woman)
Woman
My-my-my-my-my-my woman
In my darkest hour I find
Many serpents who have lied (lied)
Given half the chance still Id run 2 your side (run 2 your side)
Love of my love (love of my love)
And God created woman (woman)
And if I never see u again
Its alright 4 I am guilty of no sin
They can have u, Ill have your love in the end
Soul of my soul (soul of my soul)
And God created woman
(God created woman)
(God created woman) (woman)
Flesh of my flesh
(God created woman) (soul)
(God created, God created woman)
(God created, God created woman)
(God created woman)
song performed by by Prince
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Verwoerd is Black
This poem is pregnant
with the black bloodshed of 1976.
This poem is constipated
with slavery of the poor.
This poem is the titanic of people’s hopes
sinking in the freezing ocean of democracy.
This poem is the enemy of the state,
‘cause, this poem bears testimony.
Don’t you know?
Verwoerd is black.
This poem is a hook that fishes
odd deeds buried behind black faces.
This poem is a mirror
that reflects odd unknown images
of stinking rich black men.
This poem is the voice of the angry dead.
This poem is a hammer to nail
in the brain of greedy politicians.
This poem is a database
of all black leaders.
This poem bears testimony.
Don’t you know?
Verwoerd is black.
This poem is for you
black man who spits
at the sight of a white man.
This poem is for you
white man who owns a savaged land
full of secret mass graves.
This poem is for you
black and white who hug and kiss
to please Madiba.
This poem is for you
the poor, who sing:
freedom has finally come.
This poem is for you, who know no truth,
‘cause, this poem bears testimony.
Don’t you know?
Verwoerd is black.
This poem is for you
my brother & sister who have lost taste
of your mother-tongue
in the multiracial Model C schools.
This poem is for you
black mama, who has configured her black being
‘cause black is barbaric.
This poem is the anger of hunger.
This poem is for the unemployed voters
who find solace in booze, sex & crime.
This poem bears testimony.
Don’t you know?
Verwoerd is black.
poem by Mpho Ramaano
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