"biasness" poems
She is
sitting by the window
sipping a cup of black coffee
at a corner of a coffee house
alone
isolated
and
disconnected from
any potential
influences and
biasness that
may alter
her singularity
of mind and senses.
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 12:20 PM UTC
My silent plant.
Part of my family, you’ve always been.
Our home signifies earth; your *** is Eden.
We're union of Chlorophyll and melanin.
Chlorophyll gives you a colour.
Melanin determines my skin colour.
I however, don’t know your language.
Your leaves maybe speak sign language.
Their colour depicts seasonal change.
Their brightness shows being well watered.
You are yet to utter a word.
Sometimes people give bias verdicts.
I hence tell you some of my problems and secretes.
Hope I’m not taking advantage of your silence.
Golden is your silence.
It feels better than biasness and verdicts.
I wish you could tell me when you’re thirsty.
I wish you could tell me if you're timesly watered.
If you could talk, what would you tell me?
Oh how I wish I knew how you feel about me.
Maybe by Darwin’s theory you’ll evolve and answer me.
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
Hanging in there with the life support,
Eyes opened with a blur vision,
Analyzing my state,
Needles everywhere,
contusions and lacerations were too there,
Wait, I can't open my left eye,
Oh right! he punched me right there in our fight,
Aah! why does it pain so much?
Oh yeah! he threw pipe at my head to crush,
I guess this was bound to happen,
Why?
Because I contradicted,
At every rule which stated biasness,
At every person who eyed me with lustness,
At every time when my gender was the conclusion,
At every stage when my 'no' to them was a confusion,
At every step when my abilities were dejected,
At every moment when my rights were rejected,
Feels like I contradicted too much,
Should I have not?
But then I would have started to do it a lot,
With content I closed my eyes,
At least I tried and fight,
Soon the doctor said I was no more,
Guess I couldn't tolerate it furthermore.
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 12:27 AM UTC
Welcome to the me society
Look at me
Give me
Me technology
That builds a bubble of biasness
I want
I should have
Without giving back
Without sharing that
Which makes us human
But I want
To live to see
An us society
What can we do
To make life better
For our brothers
And sisters
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
Be forewarn
that when I write
my autobiography
I will lie;
Sometimes by exclusion,
omitting the unfitting
bits from my narrative.
Other times
by the blindness
and biasness
of being
so far removed
from the life
I wish you
to view.
As I strive
to write
about my life
in truth,
I will fail me
and you to,
but not for
lack of trying
to do right.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC