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Jayanta Feb 2018
You asked me,
“What work I like most?”

Really interesting question!
No one asked me till date.
Really difficult to answer!
What should I say …..

If I say caring child,
When they grow up they are independent self,
I can’t say they are my mirror,
They are individual with own stream of aspiration!
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If I say household course
It is for the members not for me alone
No body appreciate! Put Complain!
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If I say cooking
It is not for self
For the members
After their banqueting
I got the opportunity to eat!

If I say agriculture
It is not for self
It is for the member
No one consult me what to cultivate!
No one consult me when to harvest!
No one consult when harvested will sale out!
However, asked for my labour!

If I say, weaving
Outcome is sale out
Support the member
No one appreciate
Purchase only!

What should I say …….
Very very difficult …….!
Still searching a work of my heart and sole
Only to reflect “who am I”!
Dedicated to the women of the villages located in the Kohora River Basin
of Karbi Anglong, Assam India.
Based on experience gathered from the interaction with the group of women of these villages.
Evelyn Genao Feb 2018
This is NOT me!
This is NOT who I am!
This is NOT who I want to be!

I don’t want to be this person anymore,
This fake person who doesn’t belong.
I want to be my old self again.

I changed for you,
So you would accept me.
You still haven’t,
There’s always something wrong
That needs to be fixed.

Can I ever be someone you’ll be proud of or
Will I always be a disappointment?

Am I Perfect?
“No.”
Do I have your love?
“No.”
Are you proud to be with me?
“No.”
Would you replace me?
“Yes, in an instant.”
To you, the me that I am now is a bad thing,
So I need to reinvent myself to match your taste.

Well, I’m over it!
Find someone else to do your bidding!
Because I’m DONE being your little doll!
  
“WHO am I?”
I am someone I don’t want to be.
I hope you like it!! Please tell me what you think!!
july hearne Feb 2018
fog
good morning dystopia
i could really use a rick grimes
to drink my instant coffee with
but all you bring me are the
orange and white umbrellas
infesting the sidewalks of south lake union
every misty morning

home was never home
and is still not home
though there is no place left to go

i've been half meaning to write a book
about a  species that is saved from extinction
but then spreads a deadly virus that wipes
most of us out
The silly old universe. The more I save it, the more it needs saving. It’s a treadmill. Yes, yes, I know. They’ll get it all wrong without me. I suppose one more lifetime wouldn’t **** anyone. Well, except me. You wait a moment, Doctor. Let’s get it right. I’ve got a few things to say to you. Basic stuff first. Never be cruel, never be cowardly… and never, ever eat pears! Remember… hate is always foolish… and love is always wise. Always try to be nice, but never fail to be kind. Oh, and you mustn’t tell anyone your name. No-one would understand it, anyway. Except… Except children. Children can hear it… sometimes… if their hearts are in the right place, and the stars are, too. Children can hear your name. But nobody else. Nobody else, ever. Laugh hard… run fast… be kind. Doctor… I let you go.
though I yam Caucasian,
   tis rightful to honor that most bitter
racist genocidal crime
   nonetheless ovation qua

   quintessential significant contribution
   vis a vis that doth litter
   many anonymous multitudinous peoples
   many unknown dark skinned souls

   bravely fought as non quitter
with melanin so **** sitter  
   this asthma feeble attempt
   made to mind of literate
   parent, guardian or sitter
adorn aye rhythmically twitter
    
   to **** Sapiens with Negroid color
   who, despite being human *******
   managed to adorn
   worthy contributions to society,

though an American (though not so proud)
   and civilization since time immemorial
   hence, I wanna pay poetic homage to persons born
akin to diversity exemplifying gamut

   analogous to Indian corn
   debased brutally and forlorn
   and raised in cornucopia horn
of plenty with rare serf tenderness

whipped by wicked task masters
   from the crack of morn,
   aye cannot fathom why
   a great proportion of humanity

must struggle on scraps of subsistence
viz with fifty plus shades of chocolate
   vile shamefully opprobrious sworn
   vengeance toward those

via heroic efforts escaped,
   manacled, tortured, et cetera history
   as slaves an existence
until...pacified family dislocated
   sans rent asunder, ripped and torn.

Once a proud family akin to Brady
bunch, now brutally, nasty
   and short lived poorly destitute
   (case in point) like Haiti -

once a nation extant with cultural finery
   insidiously ***** "Lady"
lacerated odiously robbing
   unique peoples as owners didst slay

   practically naked "Primates"
   encaged like wild animals in zoos
   culturally robbed while
   abhorrently marched in ones and twos

   shredded souls without shoes
   (analogous to persecuted Jews)
   of singular ambition to break shackles
   though tightly fused
to life as they chose.

this just one example of many peoples
   UNFAIRLY subjected
to subservience and exempt
   from enjoying the fruits of their labor.

January twelfth two thousand and ten
(original date this communique writ then
kept wedged where in no wise bore visual witness
   vis a vis near annihilation and destruction
   of African, Haitian, South American, et cetera nations
whereby countless/ nameless individuals

   e’en the strongest Herculean type men
   crushed by humungous slabs of
   building facades practically
   demolishing every creation

since this island settled, which
   indigenous tribes sought safety
   in any geologic den
   seeking solace and salvation

   from wrath of nature
   by paying obeisance via oblation
perhaps giving credence to clear water
   in tandem with rooster and hen

   that laid a golden egg, especially
   as encroaching savages affected violation
particularly when Europeans
   foisted forfeiture of land

   with primitive implement like pen
   no matter that travesty, trickery, mockery,
   et cetera wrought humiliation
pleading invaders to forsake

   such actions that rent asunder
   culture beseeched god when
   these brutish, nasty and (shortish) simians
   to cease desecration

yet the peoples of this dominion rose
   from the ashes like the phoenix like bird
   no mattered genetic pool underwent
   white washing from scouring influx

from western thumping proselytizers,
   which alien beliefs hard to swallow like curd
   basically bribery (with lustrous trinkets)
   ah those coveted legal tender

upon emancipation proclamation cessation
   to sell men, women and for x amount of bucks
akin to the soundcloud winged fowl clucks
foisted/ forced the unpleasant alternative

   (wanton slaughter) to be clearly heard
   yet within the very fiber of tropical
   man grove persons patiently
   lined up their ducks

and declared as one of the first
   african american peoples
   INDEPENDENCE to be the word
   whence adulation, elation, inspiration
echoing across ramshackle greensward.
Blake Feb 2018
who are you?
please tell me for i'd love to know
i'll invite you in for tea and biscuits, you can tell me everything
please tell me who you are
i'd really love to know
for otherwise you're nothing more than just a stranger to me.
-i want to know who the person living in my skin is
Bobcat Jan 2018
They say people don't hurt the same
And I wish that wasn't true
Because going through this alone
Is something I'm not sure I can do.
Savannah Muller Jan 2018
My heart broke in two that night. I was wondering how such a disaster could happen.
My tears flowed into a mini river. My body almost to the point of collapsing. I had to sit down, my mind thinking of the last time I saw him...

The last time I saw my brother before he was no more . so i now have to live with an aching heart.
have you ever lost someone you love to a crash..... think before you drive.. think on how your family might have to bury you if this happens to you.... so think.. what would you do in an event of something or someone could get killed.
you were me
then
i
could
still **** you
and live
it
don't work like that
so we wish
?













...
..
.
my name is mud
Got a cig going
Running around the house naked
A pair of shorts & a cami
No bra. No *******.
Skin like butter— smooth
Thighs thicker than turkey
Got a little ham & some pineapples too
Juicy
I look at myself often
I never thought I was this cute
Maybe I'm not
Maybe I'm just high enough to think I am
I love it though
This version of me
This smaller, chill *** *****
I like the peace
I like when my head is settled
Who am I?
Jhorden-Nikole
I'm sure
I like her
Poem 5— Self Preservation
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