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Cheery eyed Mary knew exactly what she was doing
Her cheeks were red with the rush
The young girl was only 10 when she started *******
And only older men could make her blush
x
Reine Monroe Jun 2016
Baby red...baby red...*
I can feel your pain
Baby red baby red...
I see the tears & it tastes oh so sour...
Baby red....
Why must you be in such sorrow?
You walk with demons
And their claws are the pacifiers
To your unearthly cries...
Baby red...
Why must you be so rude?
You laugh and are very evil,
To the angels who are here to
Protect you....
Why must you cry and bleed tears...
Why do you walk on fire and spit on love....
Baby red baby red...
Who created you?
Who concieved and made you?
Who put their evil love into a Gerber baby?
Who put the hell's sins, into the roses of your skin?
Baby red, don't be like them...
As we all know
There are different kinds
Well meant
Trying to be helpful
Or
Just being plain rude

Some people don’t take
Any sort of criticism well
Good or bad
They ask for it
But don’t want to listen to it
They don’t want to believe it
So they fight it
And hurt you in the process
Make you feel guilty
Make you even more aware
Of what you say
And do
Knowing that people
Might be thinking harsh
Mean things
About you
"My name calling all night
I can pull the wool while I'm being polite
Like, darling calling all night
I can be a bull while I'm being polite"
~Jidenna
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Manners have disappeared.
Respect is gone.
Youth today "don't give a ****"
What happened?
Where did being nice in public go?
Youth,
this is your...our callout.
"Manners are gay"
is what they say,
but when mamma's around,
its "yes sir"
"please?"
when she leaves,
"hurry up, *****"
America has changed so much.
Rude is now the norm.
What the heck?
Why, why why?
Where did the manners go?
Why not be the "classic man"
and stick to your morals?
Being cool should not be the motivation in life,
but being the best you can be.
And shouting out slurs all the time
is not the way to do that.
Like where is your head?
Up the *** maybe?
Manners are the origins of our childhood, no?
So than why the h-e double hockey stick do we act like
that chapter of our life
never existed
its time to grow up,
really grow up
open our eyes,
and be respectable human beings
for us youth who "dont give a ****"
Ava Bean May 2016
When did you decide it's better to bite other people's tongues
And leave them never wishing to speak again
Just because you can't stand to bite your own?
Brutal honesty is still brutal
No
No i will not write you a poem
I will not write about how the light dances in your eyes
Or how your face makes me think of starry night skies
I will not string the perfect concoction of syllables and rhymes
Just so you can feel special
I will not write you a poem
You are far too judgmental
Every poem has a meaning
This ones is slightly demeaning
*********
Some girl at school found some of my stuff and tried to force me to write a poem about her. Not happening
Lost Apr 2016
Who are you to worm your way into my life?
Who are you to stick your nose into my business?
Who are you to scar me with your knife?
Who are you to laugh at my skins thinness?

Why are you so incredibly invasive?
Why are you so undeniably malicious?
Why are you so desperate to be hated?
Why are you so harshly vicious?

Who am I to be unreasonably attacked?
Who am I to be relentlessly victimized?
Who am I to have my foundation cracked?
Who am I to have to be the only one civilized?

Why am I forced to still deal with your immaturity?
Why am I still having to defend myself against your blows?
Why am I being attacked because of your insecurity?
Why am I dealing with these questions I've posed?
Oh lordy..
Brent Kincaid Apr 2016
Bellicose beer-belled bad-*****
Bawdily belting down brewskies
Usually, boozily, bruisily beating
On weaker, sleeker funseekers
In the bar where they are, far
From anything like maturity
Hip hip hooray for unhip USA.

Ballyhooing big screen viewing
Myopic eyes watch others exercise
Freedom-hating grouch on a couch
Itching, *******; psoriasis and sloth
Unread armchair Brother of the Cloth.
One of the minions of opinions,
Hardened against morality, reality.
Saying it every day: USA, USA, USA!

Hating, bating, aggravating, skating
Right past solutions, conclusions
Preferring propaganda, ***** Miranda,
Stop mollycoddling, bottling up anger
Christ in the manger should be law
But they guffaw at reading The Book;
They took their religion from TV.
Freedom for me, not thee, in my USA.

Got mine, ***** yours, rights immune;
That tune don’t play here. No queers
No browns, yellows, Hindus or Jews.
I’ve got news you can use, I abuse
And oppress guys in a dress, yes!
Even if he’s white, it still ain’t right.
The Constitution is old, it just teases.
Mine is Republican Jesus for the USA.

A pigeon for old time religion and God
Everyone else is odd. I saw the movie.
It was groovy and pretty. Went to the city
Saw it in Imax, no blacks in the theater
Thanks to The Creator that gave us all
The intelligence to call things right.
Hip hip hooray for being lily white.
Hip hip hooray for the KKK USA.
somehow,
I allowed you to defeat me.
Somehow,
I allowed you to demote my very existence.
Somehow,
I let you convince me that depression was not real.
I let you convince me that depression is just a way for attention.
Your wrong.
Somehow,
I gained the strength to tell you now,
that you are wrong.
You are wrong about people,
you are wrong to hate race,
you are wrong to hit.
You are wrong to say racial slurs,
you are SO wrong.
You are wrong when you say that I manipulate everything.
You are wrong about ME.
You are wrong about women,
and you were wrong about YOURSELF
you know who you are.
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