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Emerson Nosreme Sep 2018
Lose yourself to music that you wanna blast all day long
***** all the neighbors who yell at you for it

Lose yourself in books that you want to read
Read a few a friend would recommend
Otherwise don’t force yourself to read books that you’re forced to read

Lose yourself when you write things you want to write
Don’t let anyone tell you what to write
And don’t change a thing about how you write

Lose yourself when you do what you love
And don’t worry about anyone who is glaring at you

Lose yourself in the eyes of the person you love
Whether it’s him, her or them
Or whether your parents hate them
Or whether everyone hates you both

Lose yourself in the clothes you wear
Ignore any raised eyebrows
Focus on the positive comments

Lose yourself in the make up you wear
Don’t worry boys, this is for you too
And girls don’t stress about it
I certainly won’t care
Emerson Nosreme Sep 2018
“So a guy and a girl walk into a bar...”

I'm sorry sir but what do you mean?
I don't understand it
Can't you explain? I'm very confused
No I am not an emotionless person
(Most of the time)
But I am confused

No sir don't get me involved
Don't like being made fun of
A second hand joke
No I'm not coming on stage with you sir
Can't you understand?
I don't want to and I won't go

No sir stop doing that
I will literally slap you if you do not stop
I will scream
I will shout

Yes sir, that was offensive
Stupid
Insensitive
Rude

Yes sir, I won't be seeing you in court
Because they won't believe a 'woman' like me
And claim it was because of what I wear
And claim I sat in a crowd to be a second hand joke
ON PURPOSE?

Then, this story and what I told you
Will just be another injustice in the world
In which most people will find some other injustice
And move on
Very quickly

It'll be another joke
A joke in a bar
Oh yes
I get it now
I get the joke
It was a horrible one
And I'm talking to it
See if you can get the second message. Read through the poem and let me know. If you want to know the answer, read the bit below:

Ok you're reading the message! That's good I guess. If you are distressed easily, don't read it.

Ok so the idea was, this poem was the logistics (in my opinion) of ****/****** harassment. This once happened to me (today is actually around the time it happened) when I was 12. A guy, who was around 17, who I had only known for AN HOUR tried to make me his girlfriend.
Yes, you read correctly. he tried to do that.
But my mother got the hint immediately (thank god for mothers sometimes) and immediately contacted his mother. She explained he has ADHD (fair enough, I mean, I do have autism myself so I get that) but could not process how uncomfortable I was (especially since I was 12 and very socially awkward).
I also read something where some **** cases are blamed on what woman wear (yes you read that correctly). It actually disgusts me that people think woman dress so they can be sexually harassed and *****. Yes because people like to be traumatised and upset.
I hope that if anything like this happens, you go to the people who can help you and give you the support you need. Thank you for reading :)
Emerson Nosreme Sep 2018
How do I explain
To the person who is supposed
To help me with 'any problems'
That they are the problem?
Quick question (read the poems... Yeah the story is true)
  Sep 2018 Emerson Nosreme
Path Humble
“every one shall sit in safety un­der his own vine and fig tree and there shall be none to make him afraid.”*

Letter from George Washington, 1790, to the Jewish community of Newport, Rhode Island


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multiple motifs present poesy alternatives,
but one supremes

safety in your own chosen orchard,
supping on clear water, wine and figs
children of trees, nurtured by one’s own hands,
children of your children, running the grove,
shouting out in sweet safety

the wasps happy shameless pollinate,
dreaming of more generations,
ruefully smiling, thinking of
Adam and Eve, who ashamed of
their apple’d sexuality,
hid their nakedness of course beneath
the safety of
fig leaves

you do not pray for safety
you do not ask for anything,
nothing to fear says the father,
for you already live in our own
George’s garden of eden
Emerson Nosreme Sep 2018
Do you try to write from your heart,
But then it goes into your head,
And comes out as a mess
Like me?

Do you have doctors talking
In a language like a label maker,
Saying "they're on this end, they won't make it through life."
But you've actually gone so far
But have a few struggles
That you can't deal with
Like me?

Do you have people around you
Say they understand you
But then they talk too loudly
Around you
Without regret
And you start to cry and tear out your hair
Like Me?

Do teachers or your boss tell you off
For things you can't control
And you start to cry and scream
Like me?

Do your parents tut and sigh
Ask why
And yell when they don't understand
And you just have to leave the room
Like me?

Please talk to me
Tell me
Are you like me?
Do you run on a different system
A beat of a different drum
The tune to a strange song

Do you understand me?
Do you know how I feel?
Do you feel?
Do you understand me?
How do you piece the puzzle?
How do you see it?
Do you understand me?
What do you see in people?
What do people see in you?
Do you understand me?

Do you look at people
Observe them and talk to them
And think about their actions
And wonder
If they
Are like you,
Like me?
Emerson Nosreme Sep 2018
i'm an emotionless (emo + motion = emotion + less = emotionless) person
I like playing with words
Like emotions
Can turn into
EM-OCEAN
Emerson Nosreme Sep 2018
What is the cost of loving you, sir?
A slap, or two, or three or four?
Even more than that
If I tip my hat
Can we make that none?

What is the cost of loving you, dearie?
I can see you're asking for quite a lot of money from me.
Can we make that none?

What is the cost of loving you, Ma Chérie?
Another lover, but one who I think
Is not your lover?
Can we make that none?

What is the cost loving you, sweetheart?
You're not so sweet I see
If you want to beat me
Like eggs in a cup
Shattered, bleeding
Can we make that none?

What is the cost of loving you, handsome?
Some hate, not from you.
But from bystanders.
Who
Seem
To
Be
Unable
To
Shut
Their
Mouths
To
Stop
Pouring
Out
Hate
Towards
Us
Over
Nothing.
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