Day after day Week after week Month after month Year after year You've shown the world How not to be an employer Treating your employees like slaves Demeaning them with insults That were way below the belt Denying them their basic pay For which they have braved storms Scaled towering mountain peaks And dived to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean And firing a few of them For no justifiable reason whatsoever Today, however You have sunk to a new low It is bad enough to not pay your employees But to accuse them of not doing their jobs And lie to their faces' That you've been paying them properly Is despicable to the core And goes on to show That you are nothing more Than a rat in the gutter But then, the rat at least deserves to be put out of its misery You, on the other hand Deserve to rot in the confines of Tihar Jail For a very very long time Of course, we all know the famous saying An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind But it applies only to human beings You are not one
Dedicated to the monster who calls himself the owner of the company where my best friend works
my pilot bulk aims for relief it pursues this via your romantic correction
in public arena a library stair (i never prior encountered you)
one step as foreigner the approach and upon a swift internal pendulum i make witless incisions hurried mended sentences directed stuns invasive i demand the compromise of your company hastily push at boundaries and you're not so accommodating
but on a further occasion same building we exchange a battering of conversation that then matures into barter-like use of language
despite my harassments a civil cultivation is unearthed tongue within this intelligence effort i lessen loosen my demanding appearance disregard my dignity a skin suit about the ankles
you're open in a vein of similarity you flesh out your own controls we've progressed quickly there's an aped conduct and flashing attitudes this time we share table space a nearby café
we have become quite unmanned repeated meet ups upon humours we adjust small habits and shake on perceptions where we overlap it becomes more an overlay of rationalities than resented promises
fast time passes and
i move into your living space i pick a wildflower and put it in the tiny vase on your dining table we agree on its colour we agree on a book to make our bible material we agree on the pitch of the tinnitus we share the clothes i am to wear i switch to your diet and you cease taking medications we sleep on your lawn like children and bring down the night sky for comfort
during the day we wear our sleep like a lubrication for our chores and go about our productivity in genuine partnership yet i feel we're just out of reach of some dark harm
we are an excellent sample pair it is all vital we grow stronger the more we quiz it recycling our ******* refine our agreements await further impulses and come closer to plug
so.. do we please love or simply indulge a parasite ?
your greedy hands are no greedier than mine, as your fingers travel past my waistline, thinking that i’m about to waste my time on a man like you, “too good to be true,” kinda borrowed, about to be blue. my greedy hands will clench, as i lean closer on that bench, ignoring your disgusting cigarette stench. “i’ll break your ******* jawline if your hands don’t leave my waistline,” and you didn’t waste time
it’s 2:37am and i went to a bar for the second time in my life on my own volition, and a guy grabbed my ***.
Sadness fills my chest when I see kids laugh and play with friends. Friends that I never got to have. Happiness that was sadness when all I got was myself and a note pad Seeing happiness filling their hearts m with a sound of a symphony remarking my best words. My heart fill with joyous, jealous, anger because I wish I could of had the love they had. Now you see, watching the present reflects your past in a negative or positive way. Bullies smashing my face with a ball, or rubbing it against a rubber band, making me ****** dis confident. Coming home to a world of emptiness, and pain.
Im a barbie girl, in this barbie world It's fantastic, everyone's plastic You cannot feel me their Why do you think you can stop and stare ******* me with that, imagination.
I post daily, fooling everybody That I am perfect. It's horrific. Convorting myself into this typical dumb blond chartor.
Glaze upon my skin as it is flawless Little do they know it's stage makeup and filters I have many scars on the inside. I am starving, but cannot dream to take a bite Got to pretend that my body is perfect.
Im a barbie girl, in this toxice world I am drowning, but the waters plastic You cannot feel me their But you could not care ******* me quickly, it's fantastic.
Telling all the little girls thats i'm so happy And this is their dream life While hiding in the corner hating every part of myself. Somebody save me from this glitter nightmare.
I'm stuck inside this dollhouse The walls won't break They just dress me up, because my lifes a game But jokes on them, my blond is fake. I hate my pretty pink prison.
Im a barbie girl living in a hell world, It is honestly fantastic, no my heart is plastic You maze well touch me their and undress me anywhere Now I have realized no one really cares.
Yes im a barbie girl, living in a barbie world I am now an addict , it's fantastic No one want to stop and stare No one wants to feel me there When I'm washing down the pain with pills and drinks.
Even in lock down I see young girls as pray Through the eyes of social media Are you to blame? Sexilising my body Until I am an nothing but an object “Don't go on instagram then” they say “But I've done nothing wrong.”
Our girls and women Our daughters and our mothers Anxious to walk on our paths to education or work. 6 out of 10 dread the thought of stepping on the streets once again. Its 2021 and our woman have fear Like the yorkshire ripper is out and about.
I curse my sight I don't want to see that 97% are victims We are survivors Why have 80% been harassed in public Look with your heart. This is not normal Stop normalising.
I am not a lamb and you are not my shepherd To all the girls that are in their school uniforms Getting the whistle by people older than their fathers Im sorry.
I'm sorry that 1 out of 3 have lived through this. And sorry for all the little girls hold their best friend in their arms, As she sobs
I don't want to see this This is not my future So let me eat snow whites apple and wake me up When the world learns to give a ****.
When I was 5 I wanted to be a dolphin, When I was 8 I Wanted to be a hairdresser, At 12 I wanted to join the army.
And now I want to be safe. When I dreamed of growing up I was excited for freedom. I never thought i be in the same trap I've been stuck in since I started puberty I dreamed of falling in love like my parents, Like my grandparents.
But now I'm stuck in a generation that is random nudes on snapchat is the new romance. ‘It’s my fault’ I have curves, long hair, big chest. We have be singing the same song since forever, We finally added a new chorus in 1920, But now it’s time for a new one, No one is listening to music from 100 years ago. No one thinks it’s still relevant .
When I was 13 I wanted to be beautiful, When I was 14 I wanted to be skinny At 15 I wanted to be successful.
I don’t want to be cat called in the street, Boys it’s no compliment It’s scary. I’m scared. Always fearful . I don’t want to walk alone at night Don’t want to pass a group of boys Having that pit in the bottom of your stomach is exhausting.
I am someone’s daughter. I am someone’s sister, someone’s cousin, someone's friend. I am not here for your pleasure. Don't comment on my instagram that I am Hot and you be DTF. Don't tell me i'm asking for it When I wear a dress when it's 20 degrees.
When I was 16 I wanted to travel the world And now at 17, I don't want to leave my room.