Day 10: Beautiful Soul

Oh beautiful soulDon’t you see how much you are lovedDon’t you see there is more up aboveOh beautiful soulDon’t you know you are previously, carefully made.Don’t you know there is more than this maze.Oh beautiful soulDon’t you see the then good emotional gameDon’t you see that there is things you can help tameOh beautiful soulDon’t you know the world had a beautiful beginningDon’t you see in the end there will be mending.Oh beautiful soulDon’t you see that there is more than just youDon’t you see you can help spread the light and give someone else a clueOh beautiful soulDon’t you feel the light that is ment to shine with in youDon’t you see that you can help the harsh one in the blueOh beautiful soulDon’t you see that there is more to storyDon’t you see you just need to hold on to the gloryOh beautiful soul,Know you are beautiful and there is so much to live for in this world at war. Please know it to your very core.

Day 7: Love Each Other

Love each other and a stranger.

Love each other be slow to anger.

Love each other when the days are tough, when the roof is leaking.

Love each other with words you’re speaking.

Love each other like you’re afraid too.

Love each other even those few.

Love each other in the dusk and in the dawn.

Love each other without the arrow drawn.

Love each other, love every colour.

Love each other like a infants mother.

Love each other and their differences.

Love each other without defences.

Love each other with an passion that is rare to see.

For loving each other is the key.

I’m sick Poem

Many of you know,I no longer practice the Jewish religion, but recent events in Pittsburgh still stings my heart. I’ve been crying over it.

Friends have been lost because of all this useless hate we have in the world. I wish so much, I could take it all away.

Growing up as Jew I suffered a lot of antisemitism in all shapes and sizes.

My sister and I one day was walking to the perk to get a donut in the orthodox Jewish community in Milwaukee WI. Out of no where shots was fired at us along with harsh words. We were okay, but frightened. We ran back to our house and told our parents what had happened. I was 10.

This was the first time I had ever been hit in the face with how someone could be so cruel, just because I was not 100% like them.

After this many other things occurred, over,and over again.

My out was writing my feelings all in poetry.
This poem was written in frustration and pain that had all built up at the age of 19. I just wanted to share it with you.

Click link below for poem:

https://poets.media/i-m-sick-1

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