#degrading
HELLO,
NEGATIVE NANCY,
I see you
just
STEPPED INTO TOWN,
NOW,
why don't you
do us
all a favor, and
turn your
Negative A$$
right back around,
YES,
back to
whence you
came from,
cos, honey
I am not the one,
you keep on
sending negative
vibes,
while, were out here
trying to have fun,
We don't Want
to deal
with yo drama,
YEP,
were sending
you
back to yo mama,
we don't wanna
deal
with your dirt,
I am not
sorry, if my
response hurts,
It's the fact,
you cause
so much trouble,
NOW,
catch that
greyhound,
on the double,
NOW,
go on, and
leave,
forever,
the next time we meet,
NEVER, EVER,
Unless.....
you have change your
wicked ways,
YEAH,
that'll be the day,
cos, when Sun is not
shining, and
the gloom sets in,
YOUR CLOUDS ARE
ALWAYS SO GRAY,
SO BYE,
NEGATIVE NANCY,
it's about
time for
you to go,
you got us
around here feeling,
unhappy,
unsettling,
and low,
however, in lieu, and
as the saying goes,
WE WILL PARTY ROCK HARD,
and
DON'T LET NO
MONKEY
STOP OUR SHOW!!!
B.R.
Date: 9/13/2025
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 11:18 PM UTC
I guess I wanted you more,
that's why I let you hurt me the way you did.
Tore me down till I was worthless,
But in the pictures you don't see the tears I shed
The photos taken between tear stained nights
will never show the way you hurt me so.
I guess I wanted you more,
as I tried to overlook the way you spoke to me.
Degrading and demeaning - never worthy of your time.
But when I look back at our memories
no-one could have seen the way I was dying inside
Because these pictures are so good at hiding all the hurt!
I guess I wanted you more,
By the way I fought for you through all the pain.
Maybe it was a moment of weakness,
But I hated myself more with you, then on my own.
So while I fight for my freedom
At least now I know, I don't need you!
I don't need you anymore!
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 1:52 PM UTC
She has brought us down
But never mind that
Because I must pretend
And write beautiful words for her.
She would never be our choice,
But she was chosen, so I
Must make her a pretty mask
To hide herself behind
So others can call her pretty.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 10:42 PM UTC
Why do we treat each other this way?
Feels like our words are only a chain . . .
Sister-chained
why do you
treat me this way?
Sister-chained
How do I
get you to change?
Sister-chained
why oh why?
Oh why, even today,
I'm sister-chained?
Noth-ing but pain,
Born to be sisters except for this pain,
That pain, the words, pain it remains. . .
Sister-chained
conflict between us al-ways remains,
conflict between us remains.
Sister-chained
unchain your hearts for love.
Oh woe,
Sister-chained
How do I
get you to change?
unchain your hearts for love.
Oh woe,
Oh woe. . .
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
How dare society make us women feel like
Our very own bodies is a prison,
To be locked up behind the metal bars of our *******
Tied up by the chains of our curvy figures
And the sentence lying between our thighs.
And the sentence is brutal.
Consent is no longer existent
When the *** is too tempting for a man to say no
And for you to say no.
Our butts slapped,
Chests groped,
Cheeks pinched,
Thighs squeezed,
In this prison we had the decency to call our own body
We are handcuffed to the degrading appetite of a man.
Women are not a display of things to touch
We are not a dessert menu for a man’s hunger
To be ordered by catcalling:
Want a taste of a woman’s behind?
**** that ***
A taste of ****
Oh, baby, put on a show for us!
Or just the full course meal-
Hey girl, ow ow owwww!
It is about time we strong women break free.
The jailor of men- I stole the key.
It is about time we change out of our prison uniforms of
Bikinis and mini skirts and stilettos
And break down the locks that confined us.
Our prison sentence is just about up,
And when we are let loose,
Us women will no longer stand for such debasing behaviors.
And when we’re free,
It’ll be time to teach the men a little lesson
This cage of our body does not define us, boys,
Maybe try finding the prisoner behind the bars-
Her personality,
Charming smile,
And brilliant intellect,
Instead of demeaning our existence,
Objectifying our importance-
We are not your tools, your toys.
We are humans, too, you know,
With- get this- feelings.
Try manners and kindness rather than
Feeling and groping your way to a woman’s heart.
We are not a play museum- we are the artifact,
The masterpiece- Mona Lisa, Starry Night, the Sistine Chapel-
You must stand behind the red velvet ropes and perform
What the English language calls respect,
With a thing also known as consent.
This- my body- is also known as my body,
It is not his, it is not hers, and most importantly,
It is not yours.
Please try to understand this- I know, it’s super complicated.
And if you gain anything from this, let it be this:
We are not here to satisfy you-
Women are not prisoners to a man’s every need.
We are not objects- no-
And we deserve to be heard.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC
I stare at myself in the mirror
Picking and degrading every single curve, bump, and blemish
Labeling myself as unworthy of human affection
Degrading what I physically cannot change
And hating what I can change but chose not to
I am quick to blame myself for the littlest of things
And say sorry more than I probably should
Even for the things I had no part in
I set these barriers almost impossible to penetrate
But I dwell on the smallest of things said about me
Letting them tear me down mentally until I give in and believe them
But in this world
In this society
In this generation
All we can do is try to build our walls higher and higher
Until we are finally tired of building
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
You degrade me, push me down, and hurt me.
But yet I would take on a army for you.
You make me cry, you make my soul sting, my heart clench up.
But yet I would take a bullet for you.
You notice my scars, then tell me to smile. But all you do, it's impossible for me to smile.
I etch some more into my arm, afraid of disappointing you, the one who caused these wounds.
"Don't yell." I proclaim. I may not be able to smile. But my flesh can.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
It's like right from wrong becomes irrelevant when it comes down to the person you love. You know you're not being treated how u should but you ignore it, due to pure fear of loosing them or simply not having them. I know I should be number 1 but I'm accommodating to less than that because of love? Is it love? Or is it the desire of something forbidden.
This pain is paralyzing.
I need her.
I want her.
If I think about how her arms,
How her body completely held mine I can still feel it.
I can still smell her scent.
I cry. The exact same tears I shed as she held me.
Emotional overwhelment.
difference is, I'm actually alone.
She's not holding me anymore.
She has her own person. So she can survive without me.
I was just a distraction.
Yet she still acts and Perseus and brainwashes me as if I were superior to her number 1.
It's all so messed up, it's all so degrading, and simply wrong,
And I am choosing to ignore it.
Which is also wrong.
But how could I not talk to her? How could I cut her out when she's crawled in so deep.
I need to get her out. And keep her out.
I am not the other woman.
I have my flaws. But my potential is not of thee to be in this position.
So I scream
**** her I don't need her I can do this"
In hopes of one day believing it.
Maybe one day her voice won't make me melt.
Maybe one day this will all just be a memory just as every other person, who has come into my world and left with pieces leaving me with less of myself.
Maybe.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 2:15 AM UTC
yes,
i'm short,
and i know you can touch the sky while i can't.
why have you never offered me a seat on your shoulders, though?
yes,
i'm short,
however, i could do without you reminding me that nobody wants to draw the short straw.
yes,
i'm short,
but that doesn't mean you should absorb all of the sun as i shrivel up in your shadow.
yes,
i'm short,
yet i still like to feel like i am not.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC