Before I move on let me give it one more.
Before I stich together the broken.
Before I jump from the highest.
Before I run from my.
Before I throw away my.

Unloving  -

Let me follow my vision
Let me move on and see
Let me leave
Let me grow
Let me know
Its okay

I don't think you see
how your love is strangling
my ambition, drive and dreams to be
more.

Let me go
before I  wreck my

Harkamal Dhillon

You must be the change you want to see in the world. –Mahtama Gandhi

Boys you must show your boys how to look at her as an equal

And not tell her you’ve been watching the news’s and to be careful.

You have to watch Scarlet Johansson give a speech about woman’s reproductive rights in history 315

And say something other than

She’s hot.

And makes the class laugh

but make girls like me feel

Silenced and objectified

All over again

The pride and empowerment I felt from that speech

Didn’t last.

Girls are funny too you know

but were told we are nice first

so we think and think before we speak

and we let men like that go on and speak

like its okay and were fine

even though your comments are demining.

I’m here day dreaming about how amazing it would of felt

for the men in History 318 

To look at the speech and be just as mortified  

As me.

And unlike you boy from History 318.

I am a feminist because these problems still exist

And I know if I turned to explain to you

why your comment was wrong

I would be laughed at by the boys in the back

for getting to strung up too emotional over          “nothing”.

I don’t want to hear “She must be on her period”

You see boy from History 318

Scarlet said she fears for her daughter and how she will grow

In a society she knows

Wants to keep her down,

she’s worried about boys like you

who ignore anything she has to say because its another hot girl talking.

So what if she wasn’t your perception of hot

Since you didn’t listen to the speech would you even look her way?

When shes talking about issues she has to deal with every single day?

Or is she just a girl on a rant?

I know you wouldn’t under stand, you cant

Until I explain feminism to you by using association

By telling you how it effect’s you mother, you sister, your girlfriend and one day your daughter

Isn’t that sad in it’s self?

Boys when you hear a girl spilling over in emotion reading a poem about how she feels like a piece of walking meat

I know you don’t get it , I know you’ve never felt it

But don’t say her voice is annoying

And the editing was bad

And leave it at that  

When the teacher asks

what your opinion is about the issue of sexism.

And please girls if you ever grow to be a human rights teacher

And the boys in your class

respond to feminism and sexism in this country just like that

like the boys I have seen did.

Please don’t laugh

Please don’t say its okay and move on to the next topic

Hold those boys accountable.

While they heard a lot of nothing

I was sitting there holding back a flood of tears

thinking back from when I was twelve

and all the years I have felt uncomfortable in my own skin and with my lip and my growing body

how many times iv almost been sexually assaulted before I even could wrap my head around what sex even was.

So please girls don’t make her feel unworthy by letting boys react like that.

Too many of my teachers have.

Girls don’t ever let a boy tell you your not like the other girls … be proud to be a girl just like every other girl on this earth because we are strong not just sweet and nice.

And boys and girls please be the amazing women and men you can be and preach equality, and never forget

You must be the change you want to see in the world. 

Do it Places

Reverse America

I hate this America I'm in
where I feel uncomfortable in my own brown skin
like I showed up to a house uninvited
sure America I guess we still stand "United"

This new America is like a horrible dream
that just began
but good job you did it
President Donald J. Trump and Pence.

Oh yes this new America
is the definition of a mess

I hate this new America I'm in
because it makes me feel like I'm intruding trespassing
into my own home
the country i belong in
the America I was born to.
But this new America's twisting the truth
or maybe I was younger and I just never knew
what the America I loved really was
i had the luxury of being naive.

Now I close myself  and I dream and I hope to one day see
the America that was so blond and free
the America the that wasn't so blinded
by fear and hate
the America that wouldn't support you Trump
because they see the hate and bigotry you underlyingly preach

I hate this new America I'm in more than any other place
because I see all the ugly
I would love to go back to the delusion
I once lived in
thinking that

America was for
All Americans.

Describes the object-

square
hard
white with gold spots
white pages on the in side
faint gold lines to write on
all gold cover page
fading cover
Faded almost all white binding
gold elastic on the back to hold the pages closed


Plastic binding holding together the book so the content wont spill and pages wont rip away and run from the seems.

The gold spots that once made someone pick up the journal are fading and wearing over time like a rock wearing away after water has hit the same spot for years.

Off white inviting pages with little dots forming lines like little ants making a line.

And the spine of the book is strong but continues to wear over time and discoloration being the proof.

All gold cover page followed but a page sating Peter Paupers Press Inc. White Plains New York.

Telling a story of a man who printed books in his basement like the one I have.

The book that's going with me on my journey to my next school and maybe to my job one day.

 

Journal -

 

Square                                                  But spotted with round dots.

Dozens                                                                 On each page

White                                                    But embellished with gold spots

Closed                                                  But meant to be opened

Filled with pages                              But empty.

Waiting                                                 for writing

 

 

Quotes, thoughts, stories and to do’s.  Writing what I know and knew.

Not one but two flaps to hold paper, pens and pencils.

My planner, notebook and journal in one.

All I look at when the days done.

 

 

My book                                              empty but filled with pages

Square                                                  with round dots

Closed                                                  but waiting to be opened.

Hypocrisy's & locks -

His locks are nice but
What would society say ?
His mom did them up last night but
What would society say?
She made them nice and tight but
What would society say ?
His locks brought a certain light to him but

Society's murdering, mad
All that others have
Until it becomes
the new fad.

He wore his locks with pride but
Society said
You hairs nothing like mine.

-Kamal

 

What will suffice -

A few scream that life will start with ruins

A few from structure

But what she’s seen from searching

She sides with those that desire ruins

Nonetheless if it had to suffer soundly.

 

She feels she understands plenty of dislike

To speak that for ruination

Is also superb

And will serve & suffice.

Fire And Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

What will suffice-

A few scream that life will start from ruins

A few from structure

But what she’s seen from searching

She sides with those that desire ruins

Nonetheless if it had to suffer soundly

She feels she understands plenty of dislike

To speak that for ruination

Is also superb

And will serve.

Why my brothers great

He was drinking. A Drunk?

but a father too?

He was drinking. A Drunk .

But my mother knew

he was drinking.  … A lot and

He was… drinking….but

My brother didn’t know what to do

He wasn’t the father I knew

I’d hear the sounds of footsteps dragging…everything suddenly felt Askew

He was a drunk.

My brother was the parent from my point of view and it was such a big image to have to live up to. He was Drinking.  He was a drunk.He was drunk.

And soon the walls would muffle the sounds of confrontation and I knew All too well how they would argue and send the night into a new

Direction….Filled with uneasiness in the air and the unpredictable behavior of my father . A father who never knew anything but the bottle to take away the worries of a new world …. And of a a family he so desperately needed to provide for …  After he flew so far from the farms he forever left behind.

But falling and stumbling back to his room he sleep to start another day in a new world he barley knew. And frightened by the fight fought that night … i'd go to bed too & like a n old saying tird and true my mother would tell my brother to 

go to sleep and one day she would say

you will be better than everything you ever knew…