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Amidst my pain, I'm a machine A vessel for everyone's endless whine A call the mother makes, her voice so clear Monique's illness, her own despair She pours it all our without a care My agony cast aside like usual As I'd my suffering is but a ride I'm a dispenser of sympathy A shoulder to cry on endlessly But where can I find my own release In this one-sided exchange, I find no peace Her words flow freely like a rivers tide But mine are pushed aside I'm but a vessel, a tool to be used My own needs and feelings utterly refused Oh mother, why are you so selfish to not hear my scream The pain in my voice, that I carry deep inside I'm not a machine, I'm flesh and bone With feelings that you seem to disown So here I am, a HUMAN VENDING MACHINE Dispensing empathy
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Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 6:28 AM UTC
Human Vending Machine
Don't let them step all over you, Put your foot down and keep it down, You hold all the cards, You have more power than you realize, Take a deep look and you shall see, Never let anyone treat you unfairly, You don't need them, They need you. You can poke the bear but so many times, Until they just can't take anymore, Don't allow to take advantage you, Stop playing their game, Play your own game, Don't follow their rules, Live by your own rules. I may not be perfect but I care for you, They ain't never cared, They only care about themselves, Only out for themselves nobody else, Look around and you'll see what's true, The truth always reveals itself. Stand up for yourself not stand still, It's not okay to be mistreated, Never let anyone mistreat you, You deserve better don't accept nun less, Respect yourself and others will as well.
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Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 7:32 AM UTC
Step all over you.
Bullying, Why do people do it, Why do people try to bring you down, Why do they make you frown, They try so hard, To make you feel like lard, But you just say to yourself, Keep cool, ignore them, As time goes and they keep going, You keep showing strength, Soon you've had enough, You hit them straight in the mouth, All the anger, All the pain that you've had for all this time, It all comes out in one single punch, You knock him down, You look down and their out cold, Everyone is looking at you, Then they cheer, Apparently they all were getting bullied by this person, After the ten day suspension from school He comes back like a fool, Trying to run from you, But you keep up, Trying to say sorry, But he is too afraid to talk, Know you've known you won!
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Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 10:04 AM UTC
Bullying
By: Jack Wilder (Ramon Carlos T. Castillo) You are a gift you see, A person made in the image of our Lord, So you really should not care, About another person's word. Echoes of hate and petty, Purely brought about by insecurity, Things that will bring you down, Only if you let it get to you. So why should you be, Afraid of what they have to say? To the little stuff they give notice, You yourself can't even see.
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Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
Why Should You Be?
Sugar and spice and everything nice, Wolverine claws and a venomous bite, Armed to the teeth for a ***** fight: This is what teenage girls are made of. Maybe I fall in love too easily, But I’m just sixteen. And I’m just sixteen but When you cat call me and I pretend not to hear you, You call me catty as if it’s surprising. When you wolf whistle at me and I ignore you, You call me names that aren’t PG. I’m just sixteen but I’ve got news for you: I’m a she-wolf, far from domesticated so Whistling will do nothing for you. I don’t answer the call of any man, because I’m a lioness, and every time you catcall me You forget who does the hunting. You need reminding, to be put in your place. You’re a predator but I’m not your prey- No, you’re a predator but I’m much, much Much higher up on the food chain. Whistle and call all night long, I’ll chew you up and spit you out Like the kind of bubble gum that isn’t worth a trash can. I’d call you a pig, but pigs usually have a Higher IQ than you do. My bones are made of titanium, of Adamantium, and My rage came from the cosmos, and I control hurricanes with the water in my lungs. I am catty, And I am a ***** But you are a nobody, Food for the vultures and A piece of furniture to sharpen my claws on. You may be a knife, but my heart is a diamond. I am a diamond, and you are made of fossil fuels. We are both the product of years of pressure, But I took my disasters and made myself beautiful. You let yourself become ugly, nowhere to go Except standing on corners late at night, Pollution spilling from your mouth and your eyes. Leave me alone. That’s not me being ‘hard-to-get,’ no, That’s my wolf howl and the growl of my inner lioness. Leave me alone, Or else.
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
Catcalling James Howlett
Sugar and spice and everything nice, Wolverine claws and a venomous bite, Armed to the teeth for a ***** fight: This is what teenage girls are made of. Maybe I fall in love too easily, But I’m just sixteen. And I’m just sixteen but When you cat call me and I pretend not to hear you, You call me catty as if it’s surprising. When you wolf whistle at me and I ignore you, You call me names that aren’t PG. I’m just sixteen but I’ve got news for you: I’m a she-wolf, far from domesticated so Whistling will do nothing for you. I don’t answer the call of any man, because I’m a lioness, and every time you catcall me You forget who does the hunting. You need reminding, to be put in your place. You’re a predator but I’m not your prey- No, you’re a predator but I’m much, much Much higher up on the food chain. Whistle and call all night long, I’ll chew you up and spit you out Like the kind of bubble gum that isn’t worth a trash can. I’d call you a pig, but pigs usually have a Higher IQ than you do. My bones are made of titanium, of Adamantium, and My rage came from the cosmos, and I control hurricanes with the water in my lungs. I am catty, And I am a ***** But you are a nobody, Food for the vultures and A piece of furniture to sharpen my claws on. You may be a knife, but my heart is a diamond. I am a diamond, and you are made of fossil fuels. We are both the product of years of pressure, But I took my disasters and made myself beautiful. You let yourself become ugly, nowhere to go Except standing on corners late at night, Pollution spilling from your mouth and your eyes. Leave me alone. That’s not me being ‘hard-to-get,’ no, That’s my wolf howl and the growl of my inner lioness. Leave me alone, Or else.
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You have allowed man to portion your purpose, the measure limited by what can be sold; physical beauty, frivolous distraction, for love of life has become love of acceptance But who would love you that would rob you; of your dignity, of your life, of your soul, except those who do not know how to love Remove the fears that make your eyes eager, to please, to die, to give up what it is that you were meant to be They take what cannot be given, to you, by man, for their own glory, or else they would Stand naked if you must, stand alone if you trust what I'm saying, and if you cannot, then I pray that one day the life you should be, will come, and what comes undone, is what they have become But it is you who must decide what to live up to
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
What Gifts Have You Hidden?
in my mind we played by love red roses and sweet words to speak of but in your mind we played by points each new lie another check on your score board and yes I know that when I go this game will turn into something much more still no matter the blood and guts that may spill I'll take that rather than losing  this to you
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
Points. (Book Poem Challenge)