#shaming
Why didn't you
Say no
Why didn't you
Wear more clothes
Why didn't you
Push him away
Why didn't you
Not lead him on
Why didn't you
Stay sober
Be more strong
Tell the cops
Make it stop
Why is it always
Why didn't you?
And never why did _you?_
Why did you
Violate her
Why did you
Strip away all her strength
Why did you
Act like a monster
Why did you
Not believe her
Why did you
Judge her
Tell her she's a liar
Make his life more important
Blame the victims for everything
Why did you
Make her cry
Why did you
Victim shame
Make her the blame
Never let her say his name
Make her feel shame
Everyday
Let his hands crawl her way
Always to stay
Yet she's the one to blame?
Why is it always
_Why didn't you?_
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 6:30 PM UTC
Questions unanswered ,
Blanks unfilled,
I had many
But somehow,
Society could fill them all.
Who destroyed me ? Why did they?
I never knew
The moments of unfathomable pain, i knew
When they smacked me,
Shredded me,
Devoured me.
But somehow ,
The society knew it all.
Judgemental I call them,
Skeptic the society prevailed.
For them, imbecile
My blanks pertained.
Obvious Consequences
Of hints I gave , they said.
Consequences of attire
And behavioral patterns, they said.
Whoa, Is our society for real?
Only one blank unfilled
For the society remained.
Section 228A was their complaint.
Such narrow-minded hounds, I exclaimed.
Justice tried to fill my blanks.
Could he ? I asked again
Shamefully , he took his eyes off.
Could my blanks ever be filled?
I asked again
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 10:21 AM UTC
Is the sky falling
just because she's
soaked to the skin,
half-naked,
and with pixie smile
knows so little
of the affect
her bloom has,
here in the open fields?
Her evanescent day,
caught between
the suppressive cloud
of a mother's
mindful shaming,
and what it should
rightfully be,
an ingénue
let play in the rain.
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
I never blame myself:
I accept
what has happened
in the past
as Destiny,
over which I have no control.
I focus
on improving my self
in the present-moment
to achieve
the wisdom and virtue
to improve my situation
to increase my joy and happiness.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 1:16 AM UTC
.
My ears still find their way
near mouths
who are likely to label me
as Beautiful,
Somehow
their opinion
makes it
more real;
believable,
I doubt my own sincerity
Am I not bound to be
partial
to myself?
Am I?
When half the time
I'm not myself
at all.
.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC
the only way I could ever love myself is if I can look with rose colored glasses
but my vision is clear; lenses untinted and I can see all that I bare.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
i can't remember when mirrors became a thing to fear;
something to avoid.
i can't remember when food became the enemy;
something to hate.
i can't remember when makeup became a mask;
something to be required.
i can't remember when my body became a bad thing;
or something to be ashamed of.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
I remember the interrogation room,
I can still hear the voices boom,
Each question that was in burned inside my head,
Has informed and destroyed me.
I can still feel,
The clock of time, ticking by,
It's keeps reminding me,
This argument keeps going on and on,
And we both know we are done.
I don't have a voice lawyer,
That can talk back and defend me.
So I have to sit and take it.
The room is growing smaller,
Which is quite concerning because it was quite tiny already.
My interrogators want me to talk,
But they only want to hear what they want to hear.
So I stay silent, because I can't give them what they want.
They keep shining this spotlight on me,
And I feel so small, maybe there winning,
Because I just keep agreeing.
When I leave this interrogation room,
I know I’ll change myself all of again,
Because I aim to please,
And I never wish to go through that ever again.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 4:37 PM UTC
And for those of you who don’t
Find Trump to be pernicious,
He shows his *** to one and all,
I hope you find it is delicious.
For those of you who lived in
Dream castles of foolish hope
You have backed an evil man
A charlatan and a dope.
If you tried hard and long
You could not have done worse
And that is the reason for
This neener neener verse.
I can’t think how he could
Have warned you any better.
He promised things intelligence
Could discredit by the letter.
He said he would do stuff
So totally unconstitutional,
That made the rich richer,
And proved you were delusional
To trust a total ripoff guy
Who has been cheating for years.
Why did you think this fool
Would allay any of your fears?
But still you all waved high
His stupid Chinese-made hats;
Bought him gold and diamond studs
For his brand new fancy spats.
And now he’s in the Capitol
Laughing at all of you dolts
YOU gave him weapons to use on you
Instead of a thousand volts.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 5:58 PM UTC
I must have been raised wrong,
I believe in being generous.
I think people should be loved;
That meanness can be onerous.
I have seen what evil does
And I want no more of that.
I don’t think that selfishness
Will really feed the captain’s cat.
I have watched back biters
And gossips and thieves
Bring themselves all unawares
To the point where everyone grieves.
I have witnessed liars who get
Tripped up on their own tales;
Regular folks and politicians
Get the air taken from their sails.
I know well that our elderly
Have already done their job
So it’s fine with me if they just
Sit around and act like slobs.
They took care of us when we
Were the indolent folks kids are
So, they are entitled to rest,
More than we are, by far.
I was raised to let people be
If they had some philosophy
That did not match mine
Or even the vast majority.
Someone thinks a different way
That’s fine if it hurts no one.
Not everybody thinks the same
Carnival rides are that much fun.
I saw for myself that people
Were individual in so many ways.
Different in how they dressed
And what they had to say.
Some liked sports TV
And many preferred the soaps.
All of that is fine with me
So, why call each other dopes?
Is there something wrong with me
That I don’t go along with the crowd?
That I don’t enjoy the fights,
The sports fans shouting out loud?
Am I silly for not slowing down
When I pass a wreck on the highway?
Well, if I am, then that is fine.
I will go on doing things my way.
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
Why aren't you ashamed
Of yourself, your friends
Of anyone around you
That chooses to pretend
That some people are
Somehow lesser beings?
How can you all sleep
With that kind of feeling?
Did somebody close to you
Get inside of your mind
And coach you every day
To be deaf mute and blind
To the beauty of people
And all the good they do
If they were created
A bit different than you?
Did some crazy crook
On some show on teevee
Tell you it will be fine
If you hate them and me
Because we demand
The right to just be?
Who has mistrained you
To despise equality?
If the people around you
Hear such talk and approve
Why did you not decide
To get up and move?
Instead you have chosen
To point fingers and blame
People who are innocent
Why aren't you ashamed?
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
"You're too thick to be any good!"
"You're too fat; stop gorging that food!"
"You're so stale, it's like you're made of wood!"
You're just the one who no one understood...
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
Who said you're good enough?
You're not beautiful
Well, maybe, if you just tried
To walk straight
With your hair straight
Always smiling
Stomach tucked in
With your thighs at a safe distance from each other
But not far enough for someone to make their way through
Why were your legs open?
Why was your button open?
Maybe this is why you don't have friends.
You have opinions.
Why are you seeking God anywhere else but
A temple
A mosque
A church?
God says you're beautiful only if He can see you.
Maybe that's why you're not beautiful.
No one is looking at you because you're beautiful.
They look at you because you're a freak,
A circus phenomenon
You're on display
But in all the wrong ways
With your sides hanging
And your back in everyone's faces.
How dare you impose?
Stop being yourself.
**** yourself.
Build yourself up.
But, don't forget to go through the instruction manual.
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 1:39 AM UTC
Hi, I'm a ****
I'm the girl who is only seen as a ****** slave.
I'm just digging my own grave.
Hi, I'm a ****
Having *** seems to have marked me.
**** let her be."
Hi, I'm a ****
I never close my legs.
Drinking straight from kegs.
Hi, I'm a ****
Today's world is so messed up that we are stuck with a meaningless name.
It's a game.
Hi, I'm a ****
I've gotten more men then I can handle.
Caught up in a scandle.
Hi, I'm a ****
Broken and threatened, bullied online.
**** she is so fine.
Hi, I'm a ****
But I'm also a writer too.
An artist, a poet, but you never knew.
Hi, I'm a ****
Where today in this world names can translate into actions.
And girls can get rapped.
And you can't escape.
Because fate is fate.
And I should not wear that because it's cut to low.
She's such a ***
She should just go.
Hi, I'm a ****
And it's a title that never dies.
Breaking ties.
Because.
Hi, I'm a ****
And I can never keep a guy.
No matter how hard I try.
And it's all a lie.
But, Hi...
I'm a ****
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 7:34 AM UTC
Smoke gathers in the air,
Mixing with the fog of this dreery night.
Inhaling the chemicals I know will **** me,
but who cares, not me.
Alone with a bottle in my hand,
Taking another swig.
My tastebuds have gone numb.
But who's judging, not me.
Taking them inside to lay me down,
Never to see him again.
Emotions are no where to be seen.
But who's **** shaming, not me.
Vices are who we are.
Embracing them are a risk.
Monitoring my actions is obsene.
But who's changing, not me.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
If you are Christian
And ashamed of your body
Listen to Jesus
And pay attention to what he
Said about the issue
Of tissue around your bones
And how that makes you
Evil and some kind of crone.
Find where he says
Abomination is your own skin
And where he says
Shame on the shape you’re in.
Since that came from God
And by your teaching God is right
On everything he ever did,
Why this turning off of the lights?
And, if not Christian,
Isn’t it all really the same thing;
Covering up, a masquerade,
Posing, pontificating, pretending?
Why the hiding and lying
About who and what you are?
Why treat your healthy self
As if you were some big scar?
Isn’t it really that society
Has made you think badly of you,
And when the truth is told
It was not about something you do?
It’s more about what others
Think and feel and see as shame.
So quit thinking they are right,
And by all means quit taking blame.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 7:15 AM UTC
Before a big party,
I would show my mother my outfits, for her approval.
**** your stomach in," she'd say.
I'd inhale deeply and reduce the space I took up.
"Beautiful." She'd beam at me.
Eight years later, I look in the mirror.
**** your stomach in," I tell myself.
"Beautiful."
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
As society unfolds
Their makes of perfection
Lifting a shame
While dropping all hateful
Majority rules
The beauty's infection
No thoughts of all
Sympathy a scarce call for attention
To breathe an equal amount
Oxigen and hate thoughts
Ropes will hang high
Feet brought to dangle
Society blind
Double digits seem sinful
Fights with metabollism
How could it be fast
Curves are their desires
It isn't one's fault
But they make it feel so
If triple digits arise
Sympathy will reach you
Though double digits a crime
"You've go *** easy"
Do come to explain how this hate is easy
When you **** up their hearts
And leave none for the "twig ones"
And so she falls through her own self destruction
No curves or triple digits
Bring her one day to a aingle digit below the surface.
Kathia Mariana Landeros
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
You're fat.
Look at those rolls.
You can't fit through the door.
How many chins are those?
You remind me of a whale.
I am beautiful
Butterface.
You make me want to ****
Don't you wash your face?
Acne must live on your body.
It looks like there's craters are your face.
I am beautiful
You're too fat to be at the gym.
Salad? Don't kid yourself.
You need to lose weight.
Your thighs are huge.
You look pregnant.
I am beautiful
You can't do this
I am beautiful
You're so ugly.
I am beautiful
Stop believing in yourself
I. Am. Beautiful.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
You talk trash like a doorman,
who treats others like doormats,
thinking you have that right, cause,
you fired first!
did you get lost on your way to a poetry
slam, and so you have no where to compete?
as self appointed (shr)editor,
you stir the *** and leave the room,
leaving your P.I.E.D. in plain sight,
just waiting for it to go off.
do you unto others as you would have do unto you,
somehow you forgot it is true, and I am sorry,
but no worry, I have even liked some of your
real
poetry,
What Was I Thinking?,
Observe life and report in rhyme or prose,
But rhyme with hurtful slime, uglier than my
ugliest of toes, might be poetry but stirs woe in me,
dress it up in classic forms,
who let you create a standard of norms?
take us on fanciful journeys, tell us of loves lost
and loves won, but instead you
load your keyboard with angry
words, waiting for the sound you like,
the sound of your own voice, PULL!
to achieve release...
who died and left you in charge,
or are you sitting sad and alone,
on one of the google barges?
cute trick to hide in hash tags,
not very original, gotta hand it
to you,............................................... you are the best dressed word
bully around. linguistically pure,
of that I am sure, for no human,
would c\ut a/nother's .............................artistic creation
down, unless perfection was in the D.N.A.
what did the others word-
hunters go on vacation and
you got stuck taking turns?
What a way to waste a holiday?
So be a good gourmand, and
get back to excessive feasting,
on food, and
not people's
works.
KTWK
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC