Common Place

[faticadominique]

The Land of the Greed

You were founded so innocent Beautiful and Free Not one tree, harmed or cut Not one factory, polluting the crisp air Not one brick road, plastered through your fluffy green grass But quickly you changed so differently Corrupted and Deformed Your innocence turned guilty guilty of power Greed struck you in the back   Just like every American Child to adult their goals become reality Selfish behavior turned into their natural habitat.  Now your equal Ugly and trapped Founded so guilty 

[emilychucta]

what we might have seen, if we had looked

Techno- Dana Levin (via emilychucta)

I think that this stands out because the author is telling the readers to open our eyes to the world around us. The world keeps changing and we are letting it. We are taking advantage of what life is all about and instead we focus our energy on money and power. she uses the past tense to show the regret of what could have been fixed. 

[folzenglish-blog-blog]

“capt’n this room is on fire capt’n, this body will not stop burning”

-Nick Flynn

[faticadominique]

I think that this not only pertains  to the brutal punishment the soldiers gave.  I think that he is also showing that this guilt that he is feeling inside him will not go away. He feels that this guilt is like a flame engulfing his body, and he is burning bit by bit and the flame will not go out. 

[reimer2367-blog]

a god who spits blood from tuberculosis and doesn’t even have enough for bus fare

Francisco X. Alarcon (via reimer2367)

This stands out in the poem because I believe it captures the author’s opinion on religion the most. He directly tells the audience that he wants a god that can feel pain, emotionally and physically. He doesn’t find the god that christian’s worship worthy because he doesn’t go through the daily struggles that the sick, working class, and minority people go through. 

[reimer2367-blog]

a god who spits blood from tuberculosis and doesn’t even have enough for bus fare

Francisco X. Alarcon (via reimer2367)

[faticadominique]

My enemies ride jets to parties. They are not tied up in pens in Guantanamo Bay. They are not young children throwing rocks. My enemies eat meats & vegetables at tables in white houses where candles blaze, cast shadows of crosses, & flowers.

ARACELIS GIRMAY

[faticadominique]

everyday, capt’n, sir, captain, I was left, a child, after school, I was alone, I found a can, ly-sol dis-infectant, it made a torch,

Nick Flynn

[faticadominique]

a god who hurts to the last bone and bites the air in pain

-Alacron

[faticadominique]

he told them he’d come back like us he said this every time he left but jesus never said wait never pointed to the sky never claimed he’d rise again

-Flynn

[faticadominique]

the one voice of the one collective dream, industrial, amphetamine, and the starts unmoving—

-Levin

[faticadominique]

YOU of memory banks loaded with microfilm miles of F.B.I. filing cabinet corridors

-cabral

[faticadominique]

Place a custard stand in a garden or in place of a custard stand

anderson

[faticadominique]

When you arrive in your driveway and turn off the car, you remain behind the wheel another ten minutes.

ravine

[faticadominique]

you get when you are looking at your child, turn your head, then, poof, no more child.

smith

[faticadominique]

prayer who learned to bite & sprint

alternate names for black boys

DANEZ SMITH

[faticadominique]

i am greasy for you. i slick my hair with msg every morning. i’m bad for you.

To the Man Who Shouted “I Like Pork Fried Rice” at Me on the

Street: FRANNY CHOI

[faticadominique]

Where you see misunderstanding I see knuckles and teeth for sale in a storefront window.

Within Two Weeks the African American Poet Ross Gay is

Mistaken for Both the African American Poet Terrance Hayes

and the African American Poet Kyle Dargan, Not One of Whom

Looks Anything Alike- ROSS GAY