#stereotypical
You call this living, I call it survival, no more pretending that everyone's equal
If all y'all get this undeserved label of special it's disgraceful
It's wasteful not wonderful 'cause that means no one is special
Just a single shape stencil, a number two if you will, but is it poo or pencil
Either way sign below and hand over the soul and no one will get hurt until maybe tomorrow
I find it probable that you could choke on the blue and overdose on the red pill
Let's go ahead and change the slogan from "We the People" to "We the Sheeple
'Cause look the spectacle, they're herding this flock of bigotry and evil straight to the steeple
It's obvious that what they claim to matter is not brain but rather *****
Hopeful it'll go unnoticed that the boat's always had a hole, the cover up comical
No intention to fix it though, not that it's impossible, it's just that their main goal has never been to be helpful
It's shameful but we're still expected to accept all their bull shiit and be eternally grateful
Grateful?! Hell no, I find it hard to be civil with these simple, bottom of the barrel, garbage pail people
I watch every good for nothing stereotypical imbecile as they revel in just how little they know about anything useful
Shiit, I myself didn't know it was possible to set a bar so low with the refusal to even try and meet somewhere in the middle
But they're always able to fall back on denial, hiding behind the iron sights of a rifle, running orange hate straight up the flag pole
A don't tread on me disciple with their own personal motto on signature apparel, backing a shadow government tribunal
Half occupying a big tent revival, hatting on a manufactured rival just 'cause some *** hat, **** hole said so
Grab your personal blind fold at the door before going in to read the vile pages of the bible
Trying to convince yourself that it's gospel but if that's true you'd have to accept, then adapt to having a black soul
Deep down you already know it's an undeniable abysmal circus clown shiit show
What good is having ample evidence if no one's held accountable, even as we sit at the one millionth example
We're all banging our heads against this wall like a judge swinging his gavel
Now is the time to bail on this nauseating carousel, any hesitation could be futile, not a worth while gamble
All the while each illegitimate man child in power hasn't told a single truth in a long while
They have the gal to stand in front of a pile of the gullible and lie through a smile
And the onlookers soak up this bile as a little dribble of spittle appears as the listeners brain looses signal
But for them thinking isn't critical, calling forth the tribulations of revaluations while skipping the trial
Forgetting that back when you were just a child you were told not to judge, but a god complex is your desired style
Doing the unthinkable has become a profitable ritual, asking for help now treated as rhetorical
Historical failures on a global level, the leaders themselves are the perpetual obstacle
Only allowed to live so they can make money on your funeral, basic human needs shouldn't be treated as charitable
The fix is simple enough to get through even the thick skull of a dude-bro, so you'd think it'd be achievable
But our voice is rarely heard, a subtle mic cut before we're able get out anything that resembles a rebuttal
So we're stuck getting fuucked in this government funded brothel running out of the basement of a hostel designated as the capital
They profess they aren't responsible for the struggle brought on by the fallacies they try and juggle
How is this legal? It's gone on this way for so long that it's no longer seen as a scandal, just business as usual
Every word hypocritical, right and wrong indistinguishable, as our bill of rights and constitution become controversial
There's never been a time in history this hasn't been factual which also means getting out might not be truly achievable
Welcome to the show, pick a row and grab a seat, let's watch the slow burn glow
And here...we...go...
©2022
Sep 19, 2022
Sep 19, 2022 at 2:35 PM UTC
Being black
Being LGBTQ
Being muslim
Just being me
Or you just being you
We’re all supposed to be on the same team
At least in my head
But some people are close minded
And want to see some of our teammates dead
Here’s something Jermine Hodge, a young black man said
“I’m just like you
a human
red blood
Emotions
a moving figure
Why should you treat me
Like I’m about to pull the trigger?”
Over the centuries blacks have been discriminated
Because of the color of their skin
Causing a whole population of HUMANS to become sadder
But at the end of the day we all bleed the same color
So why should what’s on the outside even matter?
Being black, that automatically means you deal drugs
And all the homies you hangout with, they’re just a bunch of thugs
Who play with guns and are thieves
Who gets chicks knocked up with their baby and then just leaves
Black people are the ones who walk around with sagging pants
The ones who get bullied by the police over “suspected suspicion” and not remaining a “proper stance”
If they walk around in the wrong neighborhood it gives that scared white woman a good reason to dial
But really it’s just a good opportunity to flash the blue lights and racially profile.
People say brown kids were born to end war between the two races
But people who are racist at heart, won’t stop their cruel ways
just because they see more brown faces
I don’t experience racism?
That’s what they think
But I’ve gotten called the N word ‘cause
My skin isn’t like milk, it’s kinda like a mixed drink
And being gay? Nope “that’s a sin”
God forbid us to love who WE wanted
but little did he know love always wins
If you’re a man in love with a man,
You’re obsessed with fashion and have a high pitched voice
You see? We didn’t ask you we just insisted without giving any other choice.
And you’re a lesbian if you have tattoos, piercings and short hair
And act like you have nothing to lose
If you are in love with the same gender you don’t love god!
Imagine what it’s like to be in his shoes!
You can’t judge someone because of who they identify as or who they love
If it’s not affecting your life, it’s not something you should be concerned of
Now, Muslims.
I guess they’re all terrorists huh?
But I guess we judge an entire nation of people
Based off of a few unfortunate attacks and call out the whole religion. DUH
If you’re wearing a Burqa or Hijab you get judged and looked at because you’re
an assumed terrorist
Yes 9/11 was a tragic day but we can’t blame all Muslims because of it
People will criticize no matter what
But I can tell you what one of society’s errors is
The muslim that sleeps in my house every single night
IS NOT A GOD **** TERRORIST
White people get looked at as the racists ones
But I can tell you that this stereotype isn’t true
Because my white mom has many brown daughters and sons
And my white grandmother on my dads side has 21 children 18 of them being adopted black kids, she took them all in because they were so beautiful and held her heart captive.
Negrophobia, Xenophobia, Homophobia, and Racism
These are all made up things for glamorizing human criticism.
The point of this poem was to debunk what stereotypes do
Also to remember never let lies and other people’s beliefs stop you from being unapologetically you
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
Even if statistics
would find ballistics
Beneath the bed
Of all colored head
A lovely red
would show no mercy
Beyond the thread
Of seamless heresy.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC
Wanting to change
to rearrange
when instead of helping another
one stands above the other
fighting a battle, a war
not even knowing what for
but they do it anyway
don't care about yesterday
I don't partake
in society's mistake
that boys must act tough
and be equally as rough
A girl must wear designer clothes
spends hundreds of dollars, but nobody knows
wear pounds of make-up just to look pretty
and go around with a million boys, which is just petty
Society is evil and cruel
so I will use my anger as fuel
to rant about their mistake
and hope that my heart won't break
those who don't follow the trend
are forced to make their bodies bend
to fit into school and such
but they are burdened way too much
how does it feel society?
because some of us won't bow down quietly
I am calling out your mistake
to protect the ones who feel worthless, we won't break.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC
I am not seen
In the public often,
I avoid sunlight,
And sleep in a coffin.
Your stereotypical vampire.
Originally written 2/15/15
Revised 11/30/16
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
Her eyes are dark as night
Her arms bruised and scared
Her laugh Is hollow and and smiles fake
They ask why she wears so many bracelets so she giggles and says its fashion
Her name is Chelsea Snow and she is the 'it' girl of school
No one knows her pain no one knows her past
To them she's confident, **** perfect, and always happy
But she isn't
At the age of 16 Chelsea's parents died
At 17 her boyfriend started to abuse her
2 months after she fell into depression
She isn't as stereotypical as everyone thinks
I guess what I'm trying to say is don't judge a book by its cover
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
...centipedes underneath big rocks in the dirt.
...worms on the pavement in the rain.
...rotting roadkill you drove over today.
...maggots writhing inside of dead brains.
...rainbows in great puddles of oil.
...fakest person you'll ever ******* meet.
...weeds and crabgrass polluting the soil.
...reason I hate humanity.
...nightmares preventing your sleep.
...dreams making your knees weak.
...scab you can't stop picking.
...ulcer you can't stop licking.
...spider in the bathroom sink.
...shakes you get if you don't drink.
...doubt whispering inside your mind.
...lies you've been fed all your life.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
Look how famous I am!
Extray! Read all about it!
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
"Wow! This is really interesting and relatable!"
Then I lose focus.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
I’m not dumb
I’m more or less irrational, I am quite passionful
I have little self-control and I do not yet know my role
I use slang and swear too much
I think a lot and like to touch
On things that have my interest
Basketball, music, dance
I like to take a glance, at women
But that’s a given
I am persistent, disobedient, and selfish
And yet, I have one wish
That’s to be rich, get girls and wake up
Then do it all over again
But then again it’s just a dream
I struggle with relationships because they never last
Then I listen to Drake and think about the past
But then again he is no God
He kind of puts on a fake façade
Now let’s talk about God
On the surface no one believes in him
But I believe people do deep within
I know God is one person I can rely on
And that he’s no one I can defy upon
So much pressure with my friends
And then he goes and lends, me guidance
This is me, I am a teenager
- Jj
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 8:52 PM UTC
how terribly dull
what pitiful fools
who can't think for themselves
and abide all the rules
how wonderfully clever
and unequal in measure
are those brave few who dissever
themselves, from platitudinous notions, and live free, forever.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
It doesn’t make sense why I hate myself so much
from the outside, but try to understand;
everything that supposedly makes one stand out
really just makes them blend in somewhere else.
So I can’t sleep and don’t even want to be awake.
I’m here because of that and a lot of ****
I just can’t say out loud. **** it.
**** everything.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC