This poem is mainly about the struggles faced by those who experienced great discrimination and the importance of remembering those victims and those who stood up against the wrong doings. Enjoy!
My eyes- they sting with tears the thought of it, it drives a stake straight through my heart
your culture your heritage your history fading away
And soon. Your culture your heritage your history gone
you do not realize. how, do you not realize? the struggles those once faced so that you, may have the privilege of what we call life
from all different backgrounds no matter who you are there are struggles and puddles, of tears shed for our lives
the shoe prints left on his face, the terror, burned into hers the gas filling his lungs and the bullets piercing their hearts
I ask you, as human beings do we not owe them to remember those struggles
because you see, without our past... how, can we have a future?
here's some stuff i thought of..(cuz i know you know how to use commas..:)
umm..maybe in the first stanza, change the 'the thought of it, it drives a stake through my heart,' to just the thought of it, drives a stake through my heart...
you don't realize instead of you do not realize, a bit wordy...
i LOVE the last stanza, especially...but the whole thing is amazing..very powerful..[and the corrections are just things i would do, you don't have to..]
good job, kinlow..keep it up.
Umm, I think... to help with the flow (i kept changing it in my mind) you might want to try to emphasize some parts so readers like me can understand the way you wanted it to go.
Also, it triggered emotion, but I think you could trigger more... Like choosing words Poe might've used.... But I don't know, I'm running out of ideas here =D
I do think this is a very nice poem though, and I like the way you set up the stanzas and how you italicized some words.