Anything that makes you part of a group tyrannizes you.

"Anything that makes you part of a group tyrannizes you." I actually went to bed pretty early last night, so I'm on like seven hours of sleep; I think it's the most I've had on a week night since school started. After watching both playoff games, I thought a long night was ahead of me, but I finished my work quicker than I expected. However, this sense of good feelings didn't transfer over into the morning. I took a shower that had more cold water in it than hot. I forgot that we pay fifty grand a year to have cold water- that makes a lot of sense. And it's not like they care at all. It is a business when it comes down to it. The repair man just gets to your room and says nothing can be done about it, the heating system should be functioning. They try to act like they care like every business does, but in reality, NYU is just waiting for that next paycheck. So, being part of a group takes away from who a person is. It gets in the way of becoming individualized and thinking for yourself. You have to consult with others before making decisions, instead of doing what you want and only listening to your opinion.


Brandon J.

All men created equal - yea right!

Everyone was created in their own special way. I don't think anyone is equal. Everyone is different from one another. Yea they might act the same or even have some similarity in commen, but men are not created equal.Some womens might say "all men are alike" but that doesn't mean they are equal. Key word " are alike" and from what I know alike and equal doesn't mean the same thing. If men were to be created equal then they will all be the same. Nobody wants to be the same as someone, everyone wants to be different and recognized in their own way.


Arianny.M

The only reasons to create art are to tell the the truth

My interpretation of "The only reasons to create art are to tell the the truth" means when you yourself express in anything whether you are an artist being an musician, painter or an even a writer, you are releasing as well as expressing how you feel, what you see, observed, heard or etc. You are creating your truth from your core. This is your opinion, your truth, your prespective and putting it out there for the world to see, to take in. And by you doing this, you are making the world see many prespectives of truth.



Dahlia P.

War is God!

War is the beginning and the end. War is what men worship, cherish and adore. What is in the heart of man you ask? It's war! War consumes their being. War is the God they need, this I hear from the souls of those who know nothing inside. Empty faceless men who strive on eating the blood of young and old. This is how they survive, this is how they acquire nourishment. In the midnight thy yell not Oh God! but, Oh War! please save me! In the heat of the sun they pray to War against their fellow man, their brothers or even their own black hearts who have betrayed them.

...in time, which made a monkey of us all.

Swinging from trees like White Tarzan, to doing the Jidda Bug in front of White audiences.
Monkeys lined up in chains to be bought, to monkeys standing in line to buy a gold chain.
Now they're online buying a De beers Diamond.
diamond blooded, flooded
Check out my diamond flow, diamond flow
see my shifty monkey slave.
see my new monkey wave, wavey with the monkey knuckle.
Naw. That's just a nub where my hand used to be,
hard to cuff me.
Monkey get on that boat, monkey get on that bus.
Beat that monkey into nonrecognition for whistling Dixie at that baboon.
They got monkey bars in the hood.
Across 110Th street they have jail bars in the hood.
Catch that monkey bet you can't,
Stop Monkeying around here,
monkey say, monkey don't,
Monkey get off that porch.
Porch monkey get on my back
Drunken monkey
Monkey executives they run monkey corporations.
What you know about handling your monkey business?
two monkeys may stop a show but
1,000,002 Monkeys can start a revolution.

Atallah A.

Truth is today, the days are gods

The truth not be told.
You’re a damn liar.
Like most politicians, lawyers, clergymen etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
Try to butter me up with your slippery tongue,
leave me bedazzled with your platinum rhetoric,
have me amazed with your ungodly sermon of Satan.
HELL NO!!!
I can’t be tricked by your devil worship.
I can’t be tricked by your shaitanic praise.
I can’t be tricked by your demon deities.
You process no power but the power to suggest.
Your power is limited.
When you oppose me, it gets even weaker.
Try running that weak game on a street corner dame,
because I aim, hire.
Not to sound cliché but the devil is a liar,
without a spec of truth.
The days of the gods are near!
the days of the gods are here!

Atallah A.

Your wound is your bow

I’ve been wounded by armor with a purpose to protect.
Shot in the leg by self like a Giant amongst men.
Jump to your death off the Brooklyn Bridge of life.
Hurt by love that was supposed to embrace,
embrace me so tight,
so tight that it strangles.
Leaving me breathless,
leaving me lifeless,
lifeless without care,
lifeless without love.
On that night I couldn’t protect with my gun.
Many years and tears have passed since I held your mind in my hand covering the wound.
Now I use the same hand to cover the wound in my heart.
I pray that this will never happen again.
I pray that God will forgive your sins.
As the days go on, the wound narrows like a distant road,
So cold, as your body I held.
I carry my bow as pride.
I carry my bow as feelings.
I carry my bow as your memory.
I carry my bow as your legacy.
That day two souls converged into one,
now that you are physically gone,
you live through me in the physical form,
until we meet again in the spritual form.

Atallah A.