Unfairness

Black is the color of my skin,
My neighbors believe as a sin,
Like a plague I brought in.
Because my mouth is toughly tied,
My alarming inner cries can't be heard,
Because my injured heart is painfully squeezed,
You don't know I deeply bleed,
Because my eyes are tightly blindfolded,
You don't know I 'm sadly jailed,
Because I'm black, my existence is unheeded.

by Mamadou from Mauritania

I'm from...

I'm from the land of sands.
Sun.
Dark skin and black eyes.
Petra.
The Dead Sea.
I'm from Jordan.

I'm from
Busy streets.
Up and down hills.
No snow.
No trains.
No subways.
Multinational neighborhood.
Nice houses with gardens and balconies.

I'm from
Dad.
Mom.
Hassan.
Hana.
Trad.
Mohammad.
Doa'a
And Yousef.

I'm from
"Don’t' be late".
"You have to get married".
"Listen to your mother".
"Pray".
"Keep hope".
"My heart will be always with you".

I'm from
Patience.
Passion.
Sharing.
Big hopes.
Little wishes.
Wild dreams.
Strong faith.
Loving peace.
Hating violence.
Wishing for a better future.
Wishing for more laughing.

by Wafa’a from Jordan

New Angel

Metropolis vampires,
here I am,
a new angel on fire
for you!
Apparently pure and innocent
until you feel
my inner essence.
 
Inverse conversion.

by Isaias from Brazil

My Name

Mnqobi
My name is my pride,
My name is my nationality.

I am an African boy,
the boy of great integrity,
a boy of love, peace and happiness.

My life is my South African right,
my name is my gift,
my name is replenishing my heart with joy.

This name is leading me to my wide future.

by Mnqobi from Access South Africa

No Respect

why I don’t listen, why I don’t respect
why I don’t have a trust
why I don’t feel pity for people who need my help
why I don’t appreciate, why I don’t learn from my mistake

I live a complicated life, I only care about myself not others
When something happens, I always take a blame
I’m the same girl you see, the girl with no respect

I don’t know if I can respect
I use to respect everything
But now I respect nothing

The girl with NO RESPECT

by Mokgadi from Access South Africa

Let’s Go Back to our Roots

Let’s go back to our roots
What happened to respecting others
What happened to respecting ourselves?
Let’s not try to impress others
Let’s just be ourselves
We can start by respecting the adults.
By respecting our cultures
Let’s look upon our ancestors
And love, care and respect of another
And also this beautiful country.

by Kotna from Access South Africa

That’s Who We Are

It is because of courage that we are called to fight
It is because of showing a personality that we are invoked to act
Who we are is not just a definition given by where we come from or maybe the place of birth, the surname we carry, or how we grew up
It is not a matter of what people have said about us that we are defined;
There is a strong instinct in all of us to thrust forward
That is why we move on, maneuvering at times with dangerous speeds in
The different roads of life
Only moving to conquer that dream that is hidden and kept sacred in the bottom of our hearts
Swimming in the pools of different situations, at times in strokes that we
Don’t know much on how to navigate through the waters of circumstances
With every breathe we take, there appears a new invention of thought
Conceiving some desire, giving birth to a passion
With every day that we live, we believe it is the beginning of a new thing in our lives
Never remain behind doing nothing, when you know you have a strong passion burning like a fire within you
You know deep down inside you want to do it, GO FOR IT
It defines what we are about and who we really are
We are, what we convince ourselves we are!!!

by Denzel from Zimbabwe

I Am Not a God!

I am not a God to hear her silence
I can sense her mind's ambiance
I am not a God to read her thoughts
I can feel her slightest expressions
I am not a God to foresee her future
I can predict her success and failure
I am not a God to map out her destiny
I can just pray to enjoy her company
I daren’t contradict God's will
Otherwise, I will lose everything
I am a mere human being
who has a definite margin

by Chaouki from Tunisia

Poem

I am the tree
I am shiny
I am beautiful
I have flowers
I want to be a big tree
I never get tired
I always provide shelter
I like air
I hate wood cutters
I love spring season
People need me a lot
Nobody takes interest in our growth
I wish every people protect me
Someday I’ll be used for a
HOUSE.

by Access Program Pakistan

Pakistanis

We are all Pakistani,
We proud to be Pakistani.

Our flag has a cresent and star,
That shows the peace and struggle-
Of super star.
We will make the Pakistani problem free,
Then all pakistanies will be tantion-free.
We need to work first locally,
Than we get respect globally.

by Access Program Pakistan
 

I Was the Shadow

I once overheard myself awakening to the inarticulate mumbles of the monsters in my brain.  Half of me (I don’t know which) was still in a bed of dreams about right words, the sound of flutes and the soft forms of things.

But then I knew that my center was a black prism, perched on my hand, aiming at those giants and hairy beings and blood sucking creatures; trying to turn them into green, indigo, scarlet and tawny moonlight, so that they become forgetfulness very soon.

While harms calcified organisms and nocturnal insect hunters, my pen dropped and my awakened half kept ambulating in a deadly still fishing jig. Dissolving the horrors with every step, visually stroke but thinly conscious, murmuring dreadful words in monotone, I was an impenetrable shadow; infinite and numb.

by Cesar from Peru

A Mystic Hour

4 am is said to be a mystic Hour,
When the subconscious is in power.
The sounds of the world are dulled,
and common sense completely lulled.

The pictures in imagination racing fast,
I clearly see my present and my past,
I find the missing pieces of my dream,
and realize what makes my soul scream...

Although this awakening causes pain
I know what it helped me gain.

by Maryna from Ukraine

Fly

I like to fly high
But I'm very shy
I don't know why
Why I always cry
I see glowing future in the sky
Like diamond in the light
Staying alone in the night
Dreaming about the bright
But I don't know why...
Why am I shy ?

by Wejden from Access Tunisia

There Will Always Be

There will always be
A time when it’s hard
To remember your strength.
These are the times when
You need to give yourself
Special attention.

by Kgothatso from Access South Africa

Feelings

I have many different feelings and they are different
Because sometimes I feel like an animal,
Sometimes I feel like an idiot
But many times I feel so happy
Because this is me
And this are my feelings
I must know how to control them
Know what is giving me a kind of feeling
So that I don’t have to do such a thing
Because I know when I do it
It changes my feelings
And it changes my feelings into a feeling
That I don’t like because it hurt me.
The feelings are different
Like a stage when a person grows up
from being a baby to an adult person.
Feelings!
Are different.

by From Access South Africa

Weakness

I really wanted to cry;
But the tears didn’t just come out
It was really painful and heartbreaking;
But my body refused to succumb to the pressure
It was a moment of deep weakness;
But l found that there can be strength in weakness
Having a hard time doing something;
Is just a sign that you are not perfect;
Because you can never be.

by Denzel from Zimbabwe

Here I Will Stand

Here I will stand
Be it cold or hot
With my heart and hand
I will give a lot
Rarely do I take
I’m a palm tree
I’m hard to shake
How can you uproot me?

by Henda from Tunisia

Poetry

Oh it's hard to say,
Whatever makes me feel this way,
I don't know what to say,
what my thoughts has to play.

When i sit on my own alone,
Surrounded by everyone (family,friends and strangers ),
Whilst darkness emerges within slowly grasping normality,

What do i have to do,
To make the candle burn enough,
N spread the light around,
Nothing can change by just sitting and thinking over it,
 
May be one day i will be free to rise to soar to laugh,
Enjoy life and forget what use to be and finally yell hurrah!

If there's God, then why people still hate,
If there's hell, then why i am living it,
If there's heaven, then why i am living it,
If i am human, then why do i not feel,

When i fly, why can it not last,
When i fight, why does it not end,
When i shoot, why not me ?
When i am happy, why my happiness don't last ?

With my chains and shackles of life,
I am free without them,
I am lost and confined,
Oh God help me and get me my freedom n happiness back

by Zahra from Access Pakistan

To Women

In all places and countries
There are discriminated women and girls

Although they struggle against many difficulties
They don’t surrender achieving their dreams

They lift up their voices
They make serious and decisive decisions

Even if they were humiliated for centuries
They will always be dignified for other ages

They lit up these miserable lives
With their strength, willpower and victories

They will always be united across the distances
They will always be united despite the differences

Here there working hard in factories
Trying to protect and raise their kids

They’re always caring about others
By having lots of responsibilities as mothers

They’re bearing the burden of the worlds
But they overcome all the obstacles

Some think that they’re a shame in religions
But they believe that they’re an honor for all humans

They won’t let down their goals
Because they will defend their duties

So don’t care about some people’s rumors
Just keep smiling and laughing despite the problems

You’re right according to ethics and morals
World love you forever women and girls

You are the homes and days
You are the best melody of lives

by Abid, Khouloud, Ameni and Sirine from Access Tunisia

Sad Angle

Sometimes everything is going to be sad!
When someone leaves you in the mid,
Silence burns inside,
There is sadness everywhere,
Like the sadness of mine.

And ever thing is going to be shy!
There is so dark in the sky,
And ! there is so dark in my heart too
There is nothing but tears,
Are the ocean of my life,

And everything is going to be mysterious!
So far from others,
And! everyone is going to be deep & deep,
I can’t fine any one soul,
Because I am unable to do anything

And everything is going to be hard!
But I want to fly like bird,
Free and placid,
But I don’t think so,
Because I am too tired.
Hopria

Every Morning I Behold

Every morning I behold
The breaking waves of the sea
They tell the story of deep affection
To meet the shore with ecstasy
They inspire me to be
Spontaneous, fragile willingly
Being fragile is not a curse
It can sometimes work amazingly
A wave whispered in my ear
While I was beholding the sea
"I am foamy and fragile yet
I can sculpt the rocks easily."
I figured out and realized
The weakness of manki

 by Maysa'a Adnan