#harassment
To Malcolm G and those following this thread:
It has come to my attention that some individuals, specifically Malcolm G, have been spending a significant amount of time questioning the authenticity of my creative work on Hello Poetry and Suno.
Let’s set the record straight: I am the primary author of my poetry. While I utilize modern digital tools to help bring my lyrics to life musically—as many creators do today—the soul, the words, and the direction come from my own experiences.
Attacking another creator’s process and calling their work "fake" or "bad junk" doesn't make you an expert; it just makes you a critic with too much free time. If my style isn't for you, that’s fine. But let’s not confuse a difference in taste with a lack of authenticity.
I’m here to create, not to seek permission or validation from people who would rather tear others down than build something of their own. I’ll keep writing and releasing my music; you’re welcome to keep watching from the sidelines.
Here is my play list for Suno. Malcolm G is a tity baby who has no style or love for anyone except his exalted self.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 8:38 PM UTC
I can tell,
that you really think,
you're the ****
...Yes,
oh, yes.
Oily slick, and steaming,
and I wouldn't filthy my dainty hands,
to scoop you, into mine.
Yet, here you be,
gracing us graceless maidens,
with your polish,
and presence.
...But you're nothing like a gift,
to me.
Your fingertips, wander
into the intimate
folded creases,
of dry, withering palms:
mine,
and they circle.
But my hands,
are persimmons.
Fussy fruits,
which rot,
and recoil
at the uninvited touch.
...So don't you ******* touch me.
...Unwanted.
Parasitic.
It's infectious,
in the way you think
your smile, is.
But my body,
is under the red tape.
if I spring back,
and spit, in your eye,
cobra-like,
consider it an act, of martial law.
I'm an entire police state,
and I don't fall beneath,
your jurisdiction.
...So don't you ******* touch me.
...Creepy ******
I'm not your mirror.
I won't blow cutesy kisses,
or bat kitten lashes,
back, at you.
I'm not here to tell you,
what you want, to hear.
Something behind my eyes,
is ticking,
in measured intervals.
You don't hear a sound.
You won't feel the impact, either
til the shrapnel, hits,
and you float, facedown,
Narcissus like
in the Dead Sea,
of these salty blues.
...So don't you ******* touch me.
... Unwanted.
Yet, here you are,
Playing Pictionary,
on a shrinking canvas,
with probing fingers.
They caress my heart,
and fate lines,
in sensuous tickles,
And my stomach,
flips.
I feel... sick.
I feel sick.
I feel sick.
They tease, my flesh,
in long,
gangly brushes,
like leggy spiders.
I couldn't be more repulsed,
unless they crawled,
into my open sores,
to lay their eggs.
I feel...sick.
I feel sick.
I feel sick.
...Unwanted.
The flat line, of my mouth,
is a no-solicting sign,
on a sealed door, of a face.
Why are you trying the knobs?
Why are you poking the locks?
You're uninvited.
Unwanted.
...So don't you ******* touch me.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 9:20 AM UTC
There’s a piece of me
thrown in ungraspable territory
Forever captured by bigotry -
belonging to those who silently used me.
Unknowingly, I was greeting it -
Smiling as teachers witness absurdities
Thankful as they complimented my body
Proud when the shy guy finally touched me.
Little did I know it was demeaning
I’ve been deceived about the relevance of my skin
Not abused nor victimised
We’d laugh - so much it was normalised.
Later defiance sprang from envy
I’d bring a knife to the party, act a little sassy
I’d talk back when they chased me, wear a skirt insolently.
Just testing boundaries as they fancy my body -
may I help them **** off at the sight of me?
//
And after all that time there’s a piece in me
One part shame one part indignity
Forever confused and tranquilly fury.
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 4:45 PM UTC
Even though I remain silent, it doesn’t mean that I am broken, innocence just completely stolen, you knew what you did was wrong but yet nothing came from it, trying to get justice for it all to go astray, you didn’t give a **** you were just able to walk away.
For me it’s different, flashbacks freeze me in my body, eyes darted at people who are just enjoying themselves, but I’m on the lookout for something to happen, it never does but I feel so trapped.
Justice comes in so many forms but yet I feel none, even though I have moved on my body doesn’t, the heart palpitations, my breathing stops, eyes keep moving and I begin to shake,
I don’t know why I feel this way, all I wanted was justice just one time, while you can move on and it doesn’t seem to matter to you.
Maybe one day just once I could get my body back, the road is long but I am on the right track.
My body is not something for you to enjoy anymore, it is a body that shows more love than it should at times. I know one day I will feel safe again.
But why must I feel like everyone is an enemy rather than a friend?
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 6:08 AM UTC
It’s said that the human body replaces itself
With entirely new cells every seven years.
In seven years, I will be free from your touch.
In seven years your fingerprints will
No longer be burned into my skin.
In seven years I will be able to
Wash my body and finally feel clean.
In seven years I will be able to kiss
Without getting sick in a cold toilet,
Sobbing sobbing sobbing,
Because my tongue tastes of you.
In seven years, maybe I won’t
Lock my bedroom doors,
Fearing a monster that lives
Not under the bed.
In seven years, one more woman
Will pretend to feel free.
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 9:14 PM UTC
I'm far from being a worthy investment
It's pretty evident
Someone would have every right to be hesitant
And feel the growth of resentment
When so many details are absent
My mood isn't constant
Had a mind but lost it
Thoughts run rampant
But are often incoherent
Called the cops on myself for self inflicted harassment
A living predicament
The opposite of a sycophant
My betterment is, at best, flippant
And I can already tell everybody's sick of it
©2024
May 26, 2024
May 26, 2024 at 11:56 AM UTC
Bamboo sticks will never bend.
Bamboo sticks will never break.
Bending down is a moringer stick.
Breaking down is for dry moringer.
The book should be judged by its contents.
The heart will never be defined by its face.
Open the roof and see inside.
And open the door to see the house.
Read the contents of the book before going on.
Read the heart, then accept the face's smile.
Find the building before opening its roof.
Knock at the door before opening the house.
Why will the judge just judge the book by its cover?
Learn it before attacking.
Well, reason before rumour.
Wash your mouth and chew the words.
Attacking before learning is ignorance.
Rumour before reasoning is illiteracy.
Remember, your mouth is odorous.
Wash it again and again and again.
Apr 18, 2024
Apr 18, 2024 at 4:03 PM UTC
THE TRUTH
NO. DONT YOU ******* TOUCH ME
I say. As he takes his hand away
He smirks. I laugh
At his smirks, at his mentality
Poor boy, he’s lost his sense of humanity
He needs to check on reality
I feel sad for him because in his game no one wins,
In his game, I’m the little dot and he’s the packman,
My god I want to SLAP man.
I choose to **** him with my kindness.
I say, my eyes are up here,
My heart is down there,
And my soul is inside of me.
Don’t you dare focus on what’s behind of me, you’ll miss the main event...
In life it’s not really about your actions, it’s all about intent.
JUST LET HER DANCE!
JUST LET HER BE!
YOU THINK SHE’S BEAUTIFUL?
WELL WHY DONT YOU TELL HER THAT SHES FRUITFUL?
I **** him with wisdom.
He shrinks... His ***** shrinks with him,
I shower my elegance over his confusion and leave him thinking...
Am I the one that’s loosing?
What am I gaining from all my female friends complaining?
A short lived *****
I say,
Human beings will show you when they want you in their space
If you’re listening to what I’m saying, you’ll be looking at my face.
You’ll be looking into my heart,
That’s the only part
Of me, I want you to really see,
I’m not dancing for you.
IM DANCING FOR ME.
I put him in a jeopardy, I **** him with sincerity,
Integrity.
I show him that I don’t want to really **** him
I just want him to
Be
I say, stop worrying about me, worry about yourself.
Worry about the experiences you’ve had in your life to make you NOT consider MY mental health
This isn’t about me, this is you.
THIS IS YOU.
And I forgive him with my truth.
Feb 5, 2024
Feb 5, 2024 at 10:15 PM UTC
I'm in an unfamiliar place
Surrounded by people i don't know
Every time someone looks at me for to long, I get nervous
He walks by
He seems nice at first
Old enough to be my grandfather and walks with a cane
At first I think he's just trying to say hi
I was wrong
He winks and calls me “sweetheart”
Does he know I'm only fifteen? Most tell me I look older, maybe he thinks i'm a college kid, out on the town
I get nervous, both from him and the time, i'm running late
I walk a couple blocks down the street
He follows
I try to ignore him and keep my distance
He follows
I get on the bus
He follows
The reason I always get off near public places and lots of traffic
Because of people like the man from the bus stop
Who look at you like your something he would like to ruin
destroy your innocence
make you feel *****
Looking you up and down even in your ***** cargo pants and plain black
t-shirt
I don't think I look particularly pretty, not someone you would look at twice, not one that stands out
yet this happens time and time again
I can't help but wonder why?
As I keep glancing at the man walking behind me on my way home. Why?
As the man keeps glancing at me on the bus. Why?
As I keep getting off at the stop by the store, in case I need to lose a man following. Why?
As I have to fake a smile and pretend to check my phone while ignoring his flirtatious jokes.
Why?
Apr 4, 2023
Apr 4, 2023 at 11:28 AM UTC
Sensing a presence in my bed
I plead that this is all in my head
My gut wrenches. Heart
sinks
once my eyes fix upon you I dare not blink
Cold, numbness proceeding
I could never prepare for this feeling
You cannot meet my eyes
now they aren’t closed in sleep.
Mirrors to a soul you violated
You ******* creep
Nov 18, 2022
Nov 18, 2022 at 7:31 AM UTC
#
**Your door wasn’t locked
and I wasn’t going to wait
Not after I sprinted here,
that’s quite a long way
I’ve run 3 kilometres just to see you**
Kiss my shoe, be grateful.
Surely I am owed some compensation
For my extensive dedication
I’ll take advantage
the only time I know you’re weak
You can’t set boundaries
when you’re asleep
Your vulnerability makes me greedy
the thought of you subdued,
**** Debilitated and unconscious
Entitled, I claim that time with you
#
Nov 18, 2022
Nov 18, 2022 at 7:27 AM UTC
men down the alley
don't care for the person
that they hunt
they care for
the prey like manner
of the scared
Jun 7, 2022
Jun 7, 2022 at 1:02 PM UTC
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
Mar 17, 2022
Mar 17, 2022 at 12:55 PM UTC
Mannequins in the shop front window,
The new years batch take their seats,
Lined up on display, unknowingly.
Between words you lick your lips - quivering
Under your brow, behind your eyes,
********** each body in the back of your mind.
Little lambs to the slaughter,
So meek and so mild.
Just as your precious Herbert
Speaks of his young bride.
Dec 7, 2021
Dec 7, 2021 at 2:44 PM UTC
is it love
or the parasite ?
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 ?
Nov 23, 2021
Nov 23, 2021 at 10:28 PM UTC
i don't even know anymore
am i being abused
am i being harassed
am i being loved
all feel the same
scary
painful
but i'm good at ignoring it
Oct 31, 2021
Oct 31, 2021 at 10:37 AM UTC
but I know
just as a cat flinches
when you move to pet it,
so do I.
we both no longer know the difference between
affection and attack.
Aug 6, 2021
Aug 6, 2021 at 2:40 AM UTC
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
running away.
Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 3:40 AM UTC
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.
Jul 1, 2021
Jul 1, 2021 at 9:35 PM UTC
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.
May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 2:44 AM UTC
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 ****
May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 8:33 PM UTC
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.
Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 3:18 PM UTC
i remember confiding in you.
telling you about the men who stole from me,
tore apart my flesh,
took everything i had when i was too young to understand i was losing something,
and i remember your face.
your face was filled with pain as you told me it wasn’t my fault,
that i did nothing wrong and there was nothing more i could’ve done,
you were going to be the good i saw in men.
i remember when i told you about the boys who asked me for pictures.
and all of the lies they told to force me into doing it,
saying they would come to my house and do the things that those men had done,
i was afraid.
but when i told you there was promise and hope in your eyes,
comforting me telling me that once again,
i was not to blame.
you were going to be the good i saw in men.
and then you became worse than the men i had told you about.
each and every one.
you said it you wanted me to become comfortable in my body.
you said that you knew how insecure i was and wanted to make me feel better about myself.
you said i had to because if i could do it for other guys, i owed it to him.
you said you were going to **** yourself if i didn’t.
i loved you,
and i think i always will.
you made me realize that there is no good in men,
and for the two years you forced me into submission,
i will never get the part of myself that you stole back.
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 4:58 PM UTC