Teen Pregnancy

Teen Pregnancy

She can't believe that’s her
she doesn’t know what to do 

Giving birth at a tender age was not her intention 
How did this happen to her is still a confusion

It happened at the age of sixteen
she was scared to look up at that screen

Knowing there was a little heart beat
She would soon get kicked out to the street

Packing her bag and leaving for school
six months pregnant she feels like a fool

Days and weeks past

Her dreams of being a normal girl didn’t last 

That made her even worse

Then she decided to go to the nurse

After she checked up

The doctor gave her a free cup

That kind of made her feel better

She went to school and wrote a depressing letter

 Coming back from school was hard

Then she fill down in the back yard

Her mom didn’t want her anymore

She swear to god she will start a war
she’s about to go and live in the street

She will not have anything to eat even a piece of meat

The Oppressed

i posted this on time through my iphone and i realized it came out in a weird format... so im reposting it. once again i submitted it on time so im only reposting so it can look proper.



This is a poem dedicated to the oppressed, 
A poem that recognizes the countries in distress. 


First up we have Egypt with the Mubarak situation,  
A country that rose up as a single united nation. 


A revolution that began on a social networking site,  
Was turned into a global sensation overnight.


After a long hard battle the people finally won,  
Bye bye Mubarak, you dictating scum. 


You thought Egypt was bad wait till u hear About Palestine,
A nation being overruled by bullets and mines. 


The people are separated, murdered and beaten,  
Even forced to turn over the food they have not yet eaten. 


We move on to Syria, whose government is far too corrupt, 
A tension built in the people that will very soon erupt. 


Hopefully their president is taken away for good,  
An evil man he is, deserving of the foot. 


Our hearts feel for the oppressed, as they are fellow human beings. 
Empathy we should show, through out hearts and through our dreams. 


I'd like to finish with a question that you should think about In your coming years, 
What can you do to stop the bloodshed as well as the tears?

"It Hurts"

                                                                        

Oh the cold,

How it bites and bites.

Through my clothes,

Through my shoes,

Through my skin,

And through my soul.

It hurts, it does.

I want to beg, and I want to plead.

For I need a cure,

A cure to this cold.

I need clothes,

I need shoes,

I need food,

I need home,

And I need someone.

This will keep me warm.

What shall I do?

For people see me here,

But do nothing.

They do not stop and give me clothes,

Or shoes,

Or food,

Or home,

Or themselves.

They do not help.

And the cold, it hurts.

http://www.accion.org/page.aspx?pid=1233

(poverty)

Us, the homeless

We are cold, hungry, and alone.

nothing to change into when it gets cold,

So the cold air rips our skin and freezes our bone.

We have no new food, it’s all old with mold.

Seasons pass and it is the same,

we have no family or friends,

our life is boring and lame.

Our clothes are old, not new trends

“Boom boom”  your hear gun shots at night,

Sleeping in an alley near  an apartment or home

Hearing things that awake you with a fright.

You wish for nothing but a home, not London, Paris, or even Rome.

All we want is a place to protect us from harm,

because we are as innocent as young kids.

We want to sleep well at night without alarm

We want a simple meal, not caviar, steaks, or squids.

Help us to have a place to call our own,

give us shelter and a roof over our heads,

We need your help with money or even a loan

to get us warms clothes and beds.

"Basic Facts About Homelessness | Coalition for the Homeless." Coalition for the Homeless. N.p., n.d. Web. 1 Apr. 2012. <http://www.coalitionforthehomeless.org/pages/basic-facts>.

Taken (Voice Poem)

A burst of Lemon-y bitter-sweet flavor spreads across my tongue
Putting one by one in my mouth walking along the road
Happiness swells my heart as my phone rung
Chatting to my other half I feel as if I've been lifted of a load

Minding the street to look for cars
I am totally enraptured by the conversation
Surrounded by an abyss of darkness-no stars
The cool breeze of this breath-taking location

The sound of footsteps deafen my ears
A dark figure mirroring my every move
A large frightening man confirms my fears
My innocence, why should I prove?

Stumbling over my very own tears
Arms flailing, running wild like game from a bear
My chest pounds, my vision unclear
What did I do, I am unaware?

I try to fight back, but I fail to prevail
I cry for help, no one comes, where can they be?
Eyes black with hatred, a death sentence without bail.
I'm gone, for what? You tell me!

"Trayvon Martin Case 911 Call: Screams Not George Zimmerman's, 2 Experts Say."U.S. News. 31 Mar. 2012. Web. 01 Apr. 2012. <http://usnews.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/04/01/10963191-trayvon-martin-case-911-call-screams-not-george-zimmermans-2-experts-say>.

voice poem : poverty

voice poem : poverty 

why do we complain about the unfairness of life ?

we have been stroked by it's handle,

not felt it's sharp knife .

our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iphone !

but have we stopped to see the cries of those without home ?

they come to our doors desperate for help .

but all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp .

dont be harsh to the orphan and the needy .

but some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod .

through the whole world we cannot feed .

we should not refrain from doing a good deed .

and prevent from drowning in a pool of greed .

we should help those who need .

and be a friend in need is a friend indeed  ! 

they are poor , 

they dont have anything to eat .

while the rich are enjoying tea with biscuits and sweets .

they only need your help ,

not your whole life to give .

they deserve to be living in homes . 

not desperate for shelter and groan !   

Shah, Anup. “Causes of Poverty.” Global Issues. 12 Nov. 2011. Web. 01 Apr. 2012. <http://www.globalissues.org/issue/2/causes-of-poverty>.

Child Soldiers

Fadumo Osman

English10

Child Soldiers

We are the ones with have no opinion,

But we have all the guns in the world,

They say we cannot see our families,

But we can kill this little girl,

How did we get here?

We were promised a future that would shine bright,

Is there something that we missed?

Because all we do is fight,

With weapons bigger than us,

We can to shoot down the school bus,

As our morals disappear,

Our nightmares reappear,

They say there is no guarantee in this world,

I can guarantee this is all I will ever know,

We will one day grow old,

And it will still be the worst story never told,

We are just children,

But we are also soldiers,

This is not what we were born to do,

Save us and our country too.