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The already preset disposition of being Asian. I must've been accidentally mixed in the wrong laundry basket, because they tell me I'm white-washed. Born with foreign looks but a native tongue my birth certificate calls me ***** I would be the blonde-hair-blue-eyes of a country on the other side of the world but here, I'm still considered an immigrant in my own home. When you are Asian-American, you are also the stereotypes that trail your title. You are sushi You are jackie-chan You are karate You are good grades You are the slant-eyed pignose supporting character WELCOME TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA LAND OF THE FREE, HOME OF THE BRAVE WHERE UNITED IS TRANSLATED AS DISCRIMINATED! BUT DON'T GET IT TWISTED, ASIANS ARE PRETTY COOL! Excuse me straight misogynist white male, your Godzilla type of Asian, or my culture? When have I as an individual played a character in these quote on quote American movies? Hmm oh yeah, that's right! I was in Fast and Furious! Didn't I also make an appearance in Harry Potter as the cute innocent Cho Chang? If this also applies to you can I please have your autograph because I'm pretty sure I've seen you star in every movie I've ever seen. Or at least your people, right? Don't try to tone down the damage I already know I'm categorized in this Asian fetish that all you'll ever see in me is rice and anime, nothing more, nothing less. And if I were to become an author instead of a doctor, I'd be considered as a social unnorm a disgrace but isn't it already disgraceful that in this bleached-colors world I have lost touch of my heritage, my roots replaced with a skeleton idea of who I'm supposed to be I wear a mask. My friends speak to my mom in their native language. Sitting there, disoriented, lost in pronunciation I ask my mother why she did not teach me her natural tongue. She says, "because you are American." And I still do not believe her.
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
jasyours
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The already preset disposition of being Asian. I must've been accidentally mixed in the wrong laundry basket, because they tell me I'm white-washed. Born with foreign looks but a native tongue my birth certificate calls me ***** I would be the blonde-hair-blue-eyes of a country on the other side of the world but here, I'm still considered an immigrant in my own home. When you are Asian-American, you are also the stereotypes that trail your title. You are sushi You are jackie-chan You are karate You are good grades You are the slant-eyed pignose supporting character WELCOME TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA LAND OF THE FREE, HOME OF THE BRAVE WHERE UNITED IS TRANSLATED AS DISCRIMINATED! BUT DON'T GET IT TWISTED, ASIANS ARE PRETTY COOL! Excuse me straight misogynist white male, your Godzilla type of Asian, or my culture? When have I as an individual played a character in these quote on quote American movies? Hmm oh yeah, that's right! I was in Fast and Furious! Didn't I also make an appearance in Harry Potter as the cute innocent Cho Chang? If this also applies to you can I please have your autograph because I'm pretty sure I've seen you star in every movie I've ever seen. Or at least your people, right? Don't try to tone down the damage I already know I'm categorized in this Asian fetish that all you'll ever see in me is rice and anime, nothing more, nothing less. And if I were to become an author instead of a doctor, I'd be considered as a social unnorm a disgrace but isn't it already disgraceful that in this bleached-colors world I have lost touch of my heritage, my roots replaced with a skeleton idea of who I'm supposed to be I wear a mask. My friends speak to my mom in their native language. Sitting there, disoriented, lost in pronunciation I ask my mother why she did not teach me her natural tongue. She says, "because you are American." And I still do not believe her.
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‘Hemphu’ and ‘Mukrang’ Created this world! We were born under the ‘Amora tree’ from the egg of ‘Wo Plak Pi’. Then ‘Sum’ and ‘Sang’ trained us, Edify us ‘karjong is everywhere’ It is there in air, soil, water, plant, animal..... Every where! So we must have admiration for them, Must nurture and protect them! Hearting ‘Krjong’ is a crime! Now everywhere There is a Chaos! Rain fades away Forest disappears ‘Ingnar’ and ‘Bongkrui’ar are suffering from starvation! Searching food here and there! Now everywhere There is a bedlam! ‘Hanthu’ and ‘Mehek’ are wane Searching them in day and night! How we prepare food for ‘Thong Nokbe’! Now ‘Hi-i-Arnam’ is wandering Everywhere! Call everybody Organize ‘Cho-jun’ to Keep karjong everywhere! Call one and all organize ‘Rong Arnam’ To shield karjong everywhere! Call everyone organize ‘Wophong Rongker’ To protect ‘karjong’ everywhere!
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC
jayanra-kr-sarma
Call for protecting ‘Karjong’!
‘Hemphu’ and ‘Mukrang’ Created this world! We were born under the ‘Amora tree’ from the egg of ‘Wo Plak Pi’. Then ‘Sum’ and ‘Sang’ trained us, Edify us ‘karjong is everywhere’ It is there in air, soil, water, plant, animal..... Every where! So we must have admiration for them, Must nurture and protect them! Hearting ‘Krjong’ is a crime! Now everywhere There is a Chaos! Rain fades away Forest disappears ‘Ingnar’ and ‘Bongkrui’ar are suffering from starvation! Searching food here and there! Now everywhere There is a bedlam! ‘Hanthu’ and ‘Mehek’ are wane Searching them in day and night! How we prepare food for ‘Thong Nokbe’! Now ‘Hi-i-Arnam’ is wandering Everywhere! Call everybody Organize ‘Cho-jun’ to Keep karjong everywhere! Call one and all organize ‘Rong Arnam’ To shield karjong everywhere! Call everyone organize ‘Wophong Rongker’ To protect ‘karjong’ everywhere!
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My daughter will not crawl from crib to tanning bed. She will learn the terms “unnattainable beauty standards” before she learns the alphabet. She will never compare herself to anyone. She will never compare herself to Britney, Christina, Selena. She will never compare herself to Cinderella, Ariel, Belle, Hell. No. She will never aspire to be the sultry *** kitten taking seductive showers in shampoo commercials. No. My daughter will be named Venus. The goddess of love, beauty, fertility, The most beautiful woman I ever saw. She is plump, fullfigured barebreasted wide hipped with curly hair covered mons Goddess. My daughter will grow up to be ****** poisonously beautiful With long locks of goldenrodred hair, like her mother. Greyblueblack eyes and shoulder freckles, like her father. And if I can never become pregnant, my sisters daughters will be my daughters skin the color of cinnamon or chocolate, or vanilla ice cream and just as sweet. Men, women, boys, girls will pine over her, fall in love with her radiating skin that will never look photoshopped, but always real. As if the sun came down from the sky to give her the glow of all the light in the universe. She will love her body the way that my mother taught me to love mine. I will show her pictures of Whoopi Goldberg and America Ferrera and Margaret Cho and Marilyn Monroe And she will know that beauty is not a synonym for skinny. Beauty is not a synonym for **** Beauty is not defined by size or color or texture, no. It is defined by how she distributes her love and light to everyone she meets. no exceptions. and she will never doubt that she is lovely.
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Sep 2, 2011
Sep 2, 2011 at 11:47 AM UTC
michelle-reicks
Venus
My daughter will not crawl from crib to tanning bed. She will learn the terms “unnattainable beauty standards” before she learns the alphabet. She will never compare herself to anyone. She will never compare herself to Britney, Christina, Selena. She will never compare herself to Cinderella, Ariel, Belle, Hell. No. She will never aspire to be the sultry *** kitten taking seductive showers in shampoo commercials. No. My daughter will be named Venus. The goddess of love, beauty, fertility, The most beautiful woman I ever saw. She is plump, fullfigured barebreasted wide hipped with curly hair covered mons Goddess. My daughter will grow up to be ****** poisonously beautiful With long locks of goldenrodred hair, like her mother. Greyblueblack eyes and shoulder freckles, like her father. And if I can never become pregnant, my sisters daughters will be my daughters skin the color of cinnamon or chocolate, or vanilla ice cream and just as sweet. Men, women, boys, girls will pine over her, fall in love with her radiating skin that will never look photoshopped, but always real. As if the sun came down from the sky to give her the glow of all the light in the universe. She will love her body the way that my mother taught me to love mine. I will show her pictures of Whoopi Goldberg and America Ferrera and Margaret Cho and Marilyn Monroe And she will know that beauty is not a synonym for skinny. Beauty is not a synonym for **** Beauty is not defined by size or color or texture, no. It is defined by how she distributes her love and light to everyone she meets. no exceptions. and she will never doubt that she is lovely.
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After Li Po While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead I played at the front gate, pulling flowers. You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse, You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums. And we went on living in the village of Chokan: Two small people, without dislike or suspicion. At fourteen I married My Lord you. I never laughed, being bashful. Lowering my head, I looked at the wall. Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back. At fifteen I stopped scowling, I desired my dust to be mingled with yours Forever and forever and forever. Why should I climb the lookout? At sixteen you departed, You went into far Ku-to-en, by the river of swirling eddies, And you have been gone five months. The monkeys make sorrowful noise overhead. You dragged your feet when you went out, By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses, Too deep to clear them away! The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind. The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden; They hurt me. I grow older. If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang, Please let me know beforehand, And I will come out to meet you As far as Cho-fu-sa.
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Ezra Pound
The River-Merchant’s Wife: A Letter
After Li Po While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead I played at the front gate, pulling flowers. You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse, You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums. And we went on living in the village of Chokan: Two small people, without dislike or suspicion. At fourteen I married My Lord you. I never laughed, being bashful. Lowering my head, I looked at the wall. Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back. At fifteen I stopped scowling, I desired my dust to be mingled with yours Forever and forever and forever. Why should I climb the lookout? At sixteen you departed, You went into far Ku-to-en, by the river of swirling eddies, And you have been gone five months. The monkeys make sorrowful noise overhead. You dragged your feet when you went out, By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses, Too deep to clear them away! The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind. The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden; They hurt me. I grow older. If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang, Please let me know beforehand, And I will come out to meet you As far as Cho-fu-sa.
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To be knelt in a shower Watching crimson mix with water Some good ol’ fashioned Pain drain Bloodletting How delicious What is it about a cleansing ritual That brings Soot to surface It’s scar tissue Meets fresh wounds Amidst the carnage A kernel of truth Cartography How scrumptious What is it about toweling off That removes Less than we thought It’s whispered words Meets silent screams All this chaos What does it mean Decryption How cathartic What is it about slipping into jeans That tucks away the secrets Folds up the mental maps Slurps the blood from the floor And masks us up For the world to adore /// “How was your weekend?” (wait, what’s my line?) Plasma A flushed cheek “Oh…it was fine” smiles Merely existing How divine ///
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Aug 25, 2022
Aug 25, 2022 at 11:10 AM UTC
sofolo
/// psy·cho·so·ma ///
To be knelt in a shower Watching crimson mix with water Some good ol’ fashioned Pain drain Bloodletting How delicious What is it about a cleansing ritual That brings Soot to surface It’s scar tissue Meets fresh wounds Amidst the carnage A kernel of truth Cartography How scrumptious What is it about toweling off That removes Less than we thought It’s whispered words Meets silent screams All this chaos What does it mean Decryption How cathartic What is it about slipping into jeans That tucks away the secrets Folds up the mental maps Slurps the blood from the floor And masks us up For the world to adore /// “How was your weekend?” (wait, what’s my line?) Plasma A flushed cheek “Oh…it was fine” smiles Merely existing How divine ///
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Today I write an ode to Joe’s Procurator, seller, and trader  For my better half it is your coffees For me, your store entire, for Your bounty fills my refrigerator Treasures spicy from India, Japan Brought to us by your Trader San From south of the border  Travel goodies galore-a  Compliments of Trader Jose Then there’s Trader Giotto from Italy Without a doubt, his yummies call me There are Jo-Jo’s, curries, oh cho-co-late sweet And did I mention lotions for feet There is Pilgrim Joe’s and Trader Ming’s Who bring to us the finer things  The wines, the drinks, the healthy oils I dream at night of all your spoils By way of mention, I cannot forget  Baker Josef who serves to us Tasty bagels, delicious baguettes Arabian Joe’s and Joseph Brau Bring us falafels and rings in our beer  Oh, Trader Johann's and Trader Jacques' For bodies clean and lips that are fresh Your Joe's Kids keep mummy's happy Trader Darwin's help us all stay healthy Did I, could I, miss anyone?  Don’t want to leave out even one Your marinated meats, your frozen treats From Diner Joe’s there are lunches quick  For us working stiffs, his heat-n-eats Oh, pumpkin scones and cereal O’s I should not forget your sample bar  Where tastys await to test for my plate And did I say how amazing you are? While others sell just fluff and stuff Of your yummy goodness I cannot get enough So if one day soon the Joe’s disappear I’ll not fret, no i’ll not fear On me for sure you can count the cause Right down to your last breadcrumb For shelves will be bursting in my garage Where I'll be holding them all, without ransom
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Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
se-reimer
Ode to Joe’s
Today I write an ode to Joe’s Procurator, seller, and trader  For my better half it is your coffees For me, your store entire, for Your bounty fills my refrigerator Treasures spicy from India, Japan Brought to us by your Trader San From south of the border  Travel goodies galore-a  Compliments of Trader Jose Then there’s Trader Giotto from Italy Without a doubt, his yummies call me There are Jo-Jo’s, curries, oh cho-co-late sweet And did I mention lotions for feet There is Pilgrim Joe’s and Trader Ming’s Who bring to us the finer things  The wines, the drinks, the healthy oils I dream at night of all your spoils By way of mention, I cannot forget  Baker Josef who serves to us Tasty bagels, delicious baguettes Arabian Joe’s and Joseph Brau Bring us falafels and rings in our beer  Oh, Trader Johann's and Trader Jacques' For bodies clean and lips that are fresh Your Joe's Kids keep mummy's happy Trader Darwin's help us all stay healthy Did I, could I, miss anyone?  Don’t want to leave out even one Your marinated meats, your frozen treats From Diner Joe’s there are lunches quick  For us working stiffs, his heat-n-eats Oh, pumpkin scones and cereal O’s I should not forget your sample bar  Where tastys await to test for my plate And did I say how amazing you are? While others sell just fluff and stuff Of your yummy goodness I cannot get enough So if one day soon the Joe’s disappear I’ll not fret, no i’ll not fear On me for sure you can count the cause Right down to your last breadcrumb For shelves will be bursting in my garage Where I'll be holding them all, without ransom
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Ms. Cho is so, so sorry for the unintended worry and the dreadful social uproar she created when she rated her airline’s services as poor. But any self-respecting South Korean would understand the shame when the macadamias came not in a china dish for this salty snack delish was placed calmly on her tray the cabin crew would say resplendent in their jackets “The nuts are served in packets vacuum-sealed to keep them fresh.” Hyun-ah proud and haughty wagged her fingers, called them naughty and summoned forth the Chief of all the crew demanding that he tell her if he knew if the in-flight rules were being followed or was it in anarchy they wallowed. He stumbled and he stuttered swallowed, then muttered he’d never thought this matter was the least bit earth shattering. “Nuts in a bag, are you insane? You must be taken off this plane” True to her word the flight turned round. Until they landed not a sound was heard within the cabin of that plane. He was dropped back at JFK and after some delay they made their way again heading east. But arriving eleven minutes late Ms Cho had definitely sealed her fate Notwithstanding Daddy’s power as the airlines CEO relations turned quite sour his daughter forced to go She lost each and every perk that accompanied her work her executive pay all lost – such is the way. So, finally in sum Beware of a Cho tantrum when you see that charming face remember she’s a nut case who in shrill and angry voice made a devastating choice. Never change an airline schedule Never let your plane be late Never waste expensive jet fuel Or suffer Ms. Cho’s fate
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 7:53 AM UTC
magicpoet01
A First-Class Nut Case
Ms. Cho is so, so sorry for the unintended worry and the dreadful social uproar she created when she rated her airline’s services as poor. But any self-respecting South Korean would understand the shame when the macadamias came not in a china dish for this salty snack delish was placed calmly on her tray the cabin crew would say resplendent in their jackets “The nuts are served in packets vacuum-sealed to keep them fresh.” Hyun-ah proud and haughty wagged her fingers, called them naughty and summoned forth the Chief of all the crew demanding that he tell her if he knew if the in-flight rules were being followed or was it in anarchy they wallowed. He stumbled and he stuttered swallowed, then muttered he’d never thought this matter was the least bit earth shattering. “Nuts in a bag, are you insane? You must be taken off this plane” True to her word the flight turned round. Until they landed not a sound was heard within the cabin of that plane. He was dropped back at JFK and after some delay they made their way again heading east. But arriving eleven minutes late Ms Cho had definitely sealed her fate Notwithstanding Daddy’s power as the airlines CEO relations turned quite sour his daughter forced to go She lost each and every perk that accompanied her work her executive pay all lost – such is the way. So, finally in sum Beware of a Cho tantrum when you see that charming face remember she’s a nut case who in shrill and angry voice made a devastating choice. Never change an airline schedule Never let your plane be late Never waste expensive jet fuel Or suffer Ms. Cho’s fate
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What is cheese to me.. salvation of the tastebuds!! where the wave of cheeder sticks to my tastebuds attacking with flavor!!! i cannot imagine a world without cheese.. i mean **** can you put cheese on that.. what kind of cheese is not yours.. not cho cheese why because its mine!! like the lone dorito how i love to let it melt in my mouth.. jesus what kind of cheese do they put on that.. and pizza.. *** parmy cheese please.. love to open a block of cheese and cut me a big slice.. my cheese my size the way i want it.. and it will not get hard in the fridge if u put foil on it!!!
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
solaces
Cheese!
What is cheese to me.. salvation of the tastebuds!! where the wave of cheeder sticks to my tastebuds attacking with flavor!!! i cannot imagine a world without cheese.. i mean **** can you put cheese on that.. what kind of cheese is not yours.. not cho cheese why because its mine!! like the lone dorito how i love to let it melt in my mouth.. jesus what kind of cheese do they put on that.. and pizza.. *** parmy cheese please.. love to open a block of cheese and cut me a big slice.. my cheese my size the way i want it.. and it will not get hard in the fridge if u put foil on it!!!
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Spices/nices... sweets and creams. Smells like home Bodega my senses. Herbs/Lotions. from across time and the ocean. Remedies for achy knees. Cough syrup/liniments. Mangoes and tangerines. Mamae/papaya. Waha leaf. Tree bark/arrowroot. Nescafe/Milo. Pastries.Puddings. cakes and tamales. Ginger beer/seaweed sweet drink Love potions in the back room. spells and fixes too. Yeah the old is new. The Bodega is a slice of home, mysterious and familiar. good for what ails ya. Placebo ? oh no cho man.
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Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
geno-cattouse-1
Bodega
Spices/nices... sweets and creams. Smells like home Bodega my senses. Herbs/Lotions. from across time and the ocean. Remedies for achy knees. Cough syrup/liniments. Mangoes and tangerines. Mamae/papaya. Waha leaf. Tree bark/arrowroot. Nescafe/Milo. Pastries.Puddings. cakes and tamales. Ginger beer/seaweed sweet drink Love potions in the back room. spells and fixes too. Yeah the old is new. The Bodega is a slice of home, mysterious and familiar. good for what ails ya. Placebo ? oh no cho man.
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Ask me what kind of **** I am into And I will take you on a magical journey To fanfiction dot com backslash Harry Potter backslash NC17 What turns me on is Ginny Weasely in the restricted section With her skirt hiked up; Sirius Black in a secret passage way, Solemnly swearing that he is up to no good; And Draco Malfoy in the room of requirement slithering in to my Chamber of Secrets; I am an unapologetic consumer of all things Potterotica, And the sexiest part Is not the way Cho Chang rides that broomstick Or the sounds of Myrtle moaning, The sexiest part is knowing That they are part of a bigger story; That they exist beyond eight minutes in ***** ***** Gang Bang, That their kegels are not the strongest thing about them, And still I am told That my **** is ‘unrealistic’. Not quite as ****** as flashing ads saying 'just turned 18’ So you can fantasize about ******* the youngest girl you won’t go to jail for. I’m told that my **** isn’t quite as lifelike As a room full of lesbians begging for **** Told that this is what is supposed to turn me on. Don’t you give me raw meat And tell me it is nourishment, I know a slaughterhouse when I see one. It looks like 24/7 live streaming Reminding me that men are going to **** me whether I like it or not, That there is one use for my mouth and it is not speaking, That a man is at his most powerful when he’s got a woman by the hair. The first time a man I loved held me by the wrists And called me a ***** I did not think 'run’, I thought 'this is just like the movies’ I know a slaughterhouse when I see one. It looks like websites and seminars teaching you how to **** more ******* Looks like fifteen-year-old boys bullied for being virgins, It looks like the man who did not flinch When I said stop and he heard 'try harder’. If you play-act at butchery long enough You grow used to the sounds of screaming, It is just a side effect of industry; Everything gets cut into small, marketable pieces. I will not practice ****** hands I will not make believe dissected women, My *** cannot be packaged My *** is magic It is part of a bigger story I am whole I exist when you are not ******* me And I will not be cut into pieces any more.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
onhiatus
'Fantastic ******* and Where To Find Them' by Brenna Twohy
Ask me what kind of **** I am into And I will take you on a magical journey To fanfiction dot com backslash Harry Potter backslash NC17 What turns me on is Ginny Weasely in the restricted section With her skirt hiked up; Sirius Black in a secret passage way, Solemnly swearing that he is up to no good; And Draco Malfoy in the room of requirement slithering in to my Chamber of Secrets; I am an unapologetic consumer of all things Potterotica, And the sexiest part Is not the way Cho Chang rides that broomstick Or the sounds of Myrtle moaning, The sexiest part is knowing That they are part of a bigger story; That they exist beyond eight minutes in ***** ***** Gang Bang, That their kegels are not the strongest thing about them, And still I am told That my **** is ‘unrealistic’. Not quite as ****** as flashing ads saying 'just turned 18’ So you can fantasize about ******* the youngest girl you won’t go to jail for. I’m told that my **** isn’t quite as lifelike As a room full of lesbians begging for **** Told that this is what is supposed to turn me on. Don’t you give me raw meat And tell me it is nourishment, I know a slaughterhouse when I see one. It looks like 24/7 live streaming Reminding me that men are going to **** me whether I like it or not, That there is one use for my mouth and it is not speaking, That a man is at his most powerful when he’s got a woman by the hair. The first time a man I loved held me by the wrists And called me a ***** I did not think 'run’, I thought 'this is just like the movies’ I know a slaughterhouse when I see one. It looks like websites and seminars teaching you how to **** more ******* Looks like fifteen-year-old boys bullied for being virgins, It looks like the man who did not flinch When I said stop and he heard 'try harder’. If you play-act at butchery long enough You grow used to the sounds of screaming, It is just a side effect of industry; Everything gets cut into small, marketable pieces. I will not practice ****** hands I will not make believe dissected women, My *** cannot be packaged My *** is magic It is part of a bigger story I am whole I exist when you are not ******* me And I will not be cut into pieces any more.
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SCREAM SCREAM SCARE AWAY THE SILENCE CONCRETE QUIET THRUMMING STRANGLING STIFLING CHO- KIN G I CAN'T BREATHE oh god 1... breathe 2... relax 3... nothing feels real i can't see ... shrink back i'm shaking... blink become human again
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Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
zeapear
unreal
SCREAM SCREAM SCARE AWAY THE SILENCE CONCRETE QUIET THRUMMING STRANGLING STIFLING CHO- KIN G I CAN'T BREATHE oh god 1... breathe 2... relax 3... nothing feels real i can't see ... shrink back i'm shaking... blink become human again
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bp bp bp bp footsteps nearing me why do i get nervous bp bp bp bp wait i’m alone my heartbeat again bp bp bp bp bp bp bp i haven’t been sleeping but i sleep good when i do lots of dreams lately but they’re all too realistic i’ve been daydreaming about vietnam: i’m following this lady who sells bananas on a bike she’s leading me through the bazaar to find man who sells spice spice man just cracked a watermelon the juice running down his hands the aroma strong, clean i can’t speak vietnamese but i wonder how much he’d haggle on a wedge this morning on my cold walk air blew back my rusty hair i was purposeful tardy but i was happy i saw the browned ginkgo biloba leaves limp by my feet -they’re lucky you know, the ginkgo leaves and i wondered if banana woman had ever seen ginkgo
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Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
ilo-1
Bao nhiêu cho một số dưa hấu?
bp bp bp bp footsteps nearing me why do i get nervous bp bp bp bp wait i’m alone my heartbeat again bp bp bp bp bp bp bp i haven’t been sleeping but i sleep good when i do lots of dreams lately but they’re all too realistic i’ve been daydreaming about vietnam: i’m following this lady who sells bananas on a bike she’s leading me through the bazaar to find man who sells spice spice man just cracked a watermelon the juice running down his hands the aroma strong, clean i can’t speak vietnamese but i wonder how much he’d haggle on a wedge this morning on my cold walk air blew back my rusty hair i was purposeful tardy but i was happy i saw the browned ginkgo biloba leaves limp by my feet -they’re lucky you know, the ginkgo leaves and i wondered if banana woman had ever seen ginkgo
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Live that unalome ***** cho ku rei every day Deserve better love
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
cecelia-francis
Winter solstice haiku
Live that unalome ***** cho ku rei every day Deserve better love
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Finding myself away from you, I wonder now How we survived Pre-cell phone, Pre-Internet Pre-instant Everything. Then I remember Poets of the past Whose lovers waited Months, Or even years.... Napoleon's letter to his Joséphine de Beauharnais, Having been away on campaign for months, "Coming home in three days...." (And then his coded lover's words.) Or Donne's "Valediction Forbidding Mourning," Reminding her of love's elasticity, fine as beaten gold, Before he left his wife to journey far; Or Ezra Pound's translation of the letter From the Chinese merchant's wife Whose love had driven her to journey As far as Cho Fu Sa.... I realize the softness of my day, The way 21st Century love hangs Eternal or ephemeral, Electrically upon the ethereal air... Commit myself again to you. Thirty-two years is A long time and a short time In the scope of centuries of lovers, An eternity of generations who remember Better loves in spite of harder lives. My love is all for you.
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Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 2:25 PM UTC
don-bouchard
Distances
Finding myself away from you, I wonder now How we survived Pre-cell phone, Pre-Internet Pre-instant Everything. Then I remember Poets of the past Whose lovers waited Months, Or even years.... Napoleon's letter to his Joséphine de Beauharnais, Having been away on campaign for months, "Coming home in three days...." (And then his coded lover's words.) Or Donne's "Valediction Forbidding Mourning," Reminding her of love's elasticity, fine as beaten gold, Before he left his wife to journey far; Or Ezra Pound's translation of the letter From the Chinese merchant's wife Whose love had driven her to journey As far as Cho Fu Sa.... I realize the softness of my day, The way 21st Century love hangs Eternal or ephemeral, Electrically upon the ethereal air... Commit myself again to you. Thirty-two years is A long time and a short time In the scope of centuries of lovers, An eternity of generations who remember Better loves in spite of harder lives. My love is all for you.
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Sew doudou pyé piman an mwen. Sew doudou mèt kann a piman zwazo Sew ki ka fè bonda manjak Konsidiré I miel Sew doudou piman miz an mwen Sew ki ka soulajé ko mwen Sew ki ka fè mwen lévé Sew ki ka fè mwen soukwé soukwé adanw Kolé séré Sew ki ka fè mwen briyé kon letwal a lorian O pipirit chantan Man enmé bektew telman Si ou té sav ki jan man enmé bektew Man enmé bektew kon foufou Man enmé voré asiw kon rakoun agoulou granfal Piman miz an mwen Pyé piman miz an mwen Pyé la sa ka toujou *** Piman aw ni mowdan kon pins a krab Ban mwen on bon moso piman aw Pou nou mangé kon granmoun kalalu an nou doudou. Piman aw woz woz woz doudou Piman aw wouj wouj wouj Piman aw nwè nwè nwè Piman aw cho cho cho Piman aw ka brenné Piman miz aw ka chofé tout ko an mwen doudou Ki sa ou mèté adan i pou I ka pike mwen konsa On bon to piman doudou I bon you bonnman doudou I ni on ti gou mirtiy Man pa Jin manje piman konsa doudou Metey adan flakon Pou mwen te parfumé mwen Metey adan zakra jiwomon doudou Pou man pe chofe ko mwen doudou Piman miz Piman miz Se on ras piman ki telman Bon Se on kalite piman Ki ka dérayé moun ki pa save koman kuiziney Piman miz piman miz En Nou dansé doudou On bel bolewo épi piman la sa ki ka voyé mizik asi nou doudou
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Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 3:59 AM UTC
cyclone-wolfok-baltimore
Piman miz
Sew doudou pyé piman an mwen. Sew doudou mèt kann a piman zwazo Sew ki ka fè bonda manjak Konsidiré I miel Sew doudou piman miz an mwen Sew ki ka soulajé ko mwen Sew ki ka fè mwen lévé Sew ki ka fè mwen soukwé soukwé adanw Kolé séré Sew ki ka fè mwen briyé kon letwal a lorian O pipirit chantan Man enmé bektew telman Si ou té sav ki jan man enmé bektew Man enmé bektew kon foufou Man enmé voré asiw kon rakoun agoulou granfal Piman miz an mwen Pyé piman miz an mwen Pyé la sa ka toujou *** Piman aw ni mowdan kon pins a krab Ban mwen on bon moso piman aw Pou nou mangé kon granmoun kalalu an nou doudou. Piman aw woz woz woz doudou Piman aw wouj wouj wouj Piman aw nwè nwè nwè Piman aw cho cho cho Piman aw ka brenné Piman miz aw ka chofé tout ko an mwen doudou Ki sa ou mèté adan i pou I ka pike mwen konsa On bon to piman doudou I bon you bonnman doudou I ni on ti gou mirtiy Man pa Jin manje piman konsa doudou Metey adan flakon Pou mwen te parfumé mwen Metey adan zakra jiwomon doudou Pou man pe chofe ko mwen doudou Piman miz Piman miz Se on ras piman ki telman Bon Se on kalite piman Ki ka dérayé moun ki pa save koman kuiziney Piman miz piman miz En Nou dansé doudou On bel bolewo épi piman la sa ki ka voyé mizik asi nou doudou
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Teahupo’o (pronounced Cho-poo) Did you think your actions couldn’t affect someone else? Do you ever think about anyone but yourself? It’s the shallowest of waters that can cause the biggest waves. Good morning, Teahupo’o, I’ve prepared myself for your arrival. I’ve felt the ripples. I’ve felt the swells. It’s no wonder your waves came crashing down. My best was taken aback by your rip current. There is only one thing you’ve forgot. Once a wave starts to break, it has to crash. Now you’ve fallen… You’re crawling back to hide inside your waters, your shelters. Now the rest of me lays broken at our wake but you still move on. My dear darling, Teahupo’o, I can only be with you. You’ve taken my best and left me with the rest. My dear darling… Now you’ve fallen. You’re crawling back. I’ve been left with nothing. I’ll take it all back. Now you’ve fallen. You’re crawling back. I’ve been left with nothing, but you’re my nothing.
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Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
boone-johnson
Teahupo’o - "Place of Skulls”
Teahupo’o (pronounced Cho-poo) Did you think your actions couldn’t affect someone else? Do you ever think about anyone but yourself? It’s the shallowest of waters that can cause the biggest waves. Good morning, Teahupo’o, I’ve prepared myself for your arrival. I’ve felt the ripples. I’ve felt the swells. It’s no wonder your waves came crashing down. My best was taken aback by your rip current. There is only one thing you’ve forgot. Once a wave starts to break, it has to crash. Now you’ve fallen… You’re crawling back to hide inside your waters, your shelters. Now the rest of me lays broken at our wake but you still move on. My dear darling, Teahupo’o, I can only be with you. You’ve taken my best and left me with the rest. My dear darling… Now you’ve fallen. You’re crawling back. I’ve been left with nothing. I’ll take it all back. Now you’ve fallen. You’re crawling back. I’ve been left with nothing, but you’re my nothing.
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Echo-cho-choes bounces off my wall Of my mind and ring through my mouth In stereo I find I try To convey what I'm speaking about Let it out it says in perfect pitch To my inner ear so no one hears You've got something to say, then say it Don't go out like a ***** And I stand upon my soap box As I point you out in the crowd Stranger I've never seen before I hope you read this nice and loud In reading this, you owe me a smile A hug, a handshake, or a kiss I'm the lover that went unsung And so I'm writing this
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May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC
nik-bland
If you're still out there...
Echo-cho-choes bounces off my wall Of my mind and ring through my mouth In stereo I find I try To convey what I'm speaking about Let it out it says in perfect pitch To my inner ear so no one hears You've got something to say, then say it Don't go out like a ***** And I stand upon my soap box As I point you out in the crowd Stranger I've never seen before I hope you read this nice and loud In reading this, you owe me a smile A hug, a handshake, or a kiss I'm the lover that went unsung And so I'm writing this
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I've spent all day cry(i)ng My heart is broken Going numb You're right I've known for a long time But I always thought Our love was stronger than anything I love you I always will Even if you (d)on't Even if you're happier with(o)ut me I want you to be happy You deserve it It was(n)'t fair I los(t) myself in you You didn't ask for that I placed too much (w)eight on your shoulders When you h(a)d Your ow(n) burdens (T)o bare I miss you so There are ghos(t)s of Y(o)u everywhere I look Every corner of my (b)rain I was so scar(e)d to live without you (B)ut now you've left Me no cho(i)ce I have (t)o find my own way, I know I wan(t)ed to be The girl you deserv(e) But now I have to do it fo(r) myself. (I don't want to be bitter)
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
ella-byrne
Broken
I've spent all day cry(i)ng My heart is broken Going numb You're right I've known for a long time But I always thought Our love was stronger than anything I love you I always will Even if you (d)on't Even if you're happier with(o)ut me I want you to be happy You deserve it It was(n)'t fair I los(t) myself in you You didn't ask for that I placed too much (w)eight on your shoulders When you h(a)d Your ow(n) burdens (T)o bare I miss you so There are ghos(t)s of Y(o)u everywhere I look Every corner of my (b)rain I was so scar(e)d to live without you (B)ut now you've left Me no cho(i)ce I have (t)o find my own way, I know I wan(t)ed to be The girl you deserv(e) But now I have to do it fo(r) myself. (I don't want to be bitter)
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Chocolate pudding pillows press to cheekbone. Lips. Make a sound. Muffled. I can't hear. I can see your tongue escape your mouth and fall. To the ground. Hungry. I can taste. We once prepared fine dining applesauces and store brand condensed soups on the asphalt. Chocolate pudding pillows press to your cheekbone But. Will not stop. At that. Happy now? I can see your eyes struggle to appear cogent. To the world. Orbit. E. V. A. We once loved like children now we play like it's more than ***** and finger inside. I take the deepest breath I ever have as I can't bear to see you sink. Let's both breathe cho co late pu dding.
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Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
Simillacrum
NihILovE -- Chocolate Pudding
Chocolate pudding pillows press to cheekbone. Lips. Make a sound. Muffled. I can't hear. I can see your tongue escape your mouth and fall. To the ground. Hungry. I can taste. We once prepared fine dining applesauces and store brand condensed soups on the asphalt. Chocolate pudding pillows press to your cheekbone But. Will not stop. At that. Happy now? I can see your eyes struggle to appear cogent. To the world. Orbit. E. V. A. We once loved like children now we play like it's more than ***** and finger inside. I take the deepest breath I ever have as I can't bear to see you sink. Let's both breathe cho co late pu dding.
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who I am, is not what I do, I am not old, but I am old enough,                                   to know better, whoever she/he/it is, what I do, is using my senses, I am not unkind but I am that kinda shy type,                                                 not a wall flower, but bring in the poeple and you won't find me, you can read in silence, you can read aloud, you can cho[p and mince words or absorb it all like a sponge, maybe one day, someday, I will tell you who I am, no I am not famous, I am not Epic, I doubt most truths and the ones I don't, I am still trying to stand under are you sure you read that right? Humour has helped me survive to everyone else's bane, dysthymia is to be a temporary curse, so far four decades, does not seem in the temporal, to me, my glass has a crack and it is always have empty for what I don't have, I make up in humour, not jokes (they are for the mean) but enough of me, for this is about poetry, how IT saves little bits of sanity, watch the woe in me, (I use that line alot you see) why so transparent, why so vulnerable, this is just scratching the surface, but enough of me, for this is about empty gardens with rusty gates, barn with no roof and an appetite to sate. for if a person is a goof, sure there are few who relate, "for you will see more foolish things than these" to paraphrase a fool before the Lord, someone whose heart was adored, for it was always after God. There is much in a life the strife, the pain, soap and hot water does not take away or wash it down the drain, or the trouble river which has a bridge built on pillars of, naivete and emotions, in that river, with the water riding high showing portholes of watery eyes in tear ducts, that run freely, because they were born free, we are all prejudiced by birth until we become self-aware and accept what value all humans are worth, at par. ©DWE022014
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Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
darrell-wade-elverum
This is for me, and this may go for you too
who I am, is not what I do, I am not old, but I am old enough,                                   to know better, whoever she/he/it is, what I do, is using my senses, I am not unkind but I am that kinda shy type,                                                 not a wall flower, but bring in the poeple and you won't find me, you can read in silence, you can read aloud, you can cho[p and mince words or absorb it all like a sponge, maybe one day, someday, I will tell you who I am, no I am not famous, I am not Epic, I doubt most truths and the ones I don't, I am still trying to stand under are you sure you read that right? Humour has helped me survive to everyone else's bane, dysthymia is to be a temporary curse, so far four decades, does not seem in the temporal, to me, my glass has a crack and it is always have empty for what I don't have, I make up in humour, not jokes (they are for the mean) but enough of me, for this is about poetry, how IT saves little bits of sanity, watch the woe in me, (I use that line alot you see) why so transparent, why so vulnerable, this is just scratching the surface, but enough of me, for this is about empty gardens with rusty gates, barn with no roof and an appetite to sate. for if a person is a goof, sure there are few who relate, "for you will see more foolish things than these" to paraphrase a fool before the Lord, someone whose heart was adored, for it was always after God. There is much in a life the strife, the pain, soap and hot water does not take away or wash it down the drain, or the trouble river which has a bridge built on pillars of, naivete and emotions, in that river, with the water riding high showing portholes of watery eyes in tear ducts, that run freely, because they were born free, we are all prejudiced by birth until we become self-aware and accept what value all humans are worth, at par. ©DWE022014
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Menu pata ki tuci menu Hamesha gakt samjna he Aj tak bi ta galt hi samjea he Te age bi galt samjna Bus thuahnu ehi lagda ki tuci sahi te me galt Me shyd u di expectations te khara na utrea howa But ik gal he jina me u nu oyar kita kade kisi nu nai kita But me apne aap nu hor hurt nai kr sakda Metho eh pain seh nai hunda Te me is cheez cho bahar niklna chanda Aj to no sad song Na hi thuhadi profile dekhni Na hi purania emails padnia Me aj tak apni email id delete nai c kiti, noonelikeme wali But aj oh bi delete kr deni Me apni purania conversation read nai krna chanda Bus heena jjad tuci move on ** sakde Ta me bi ** jana Me apnia ids actiavte kr laiya Te whatapp bi chAla lea Me *** thoda ksuh hona he Bye heena ji Will miss u till my last breath
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 1:08 PM UTC
Chd
Last breath
Menu pata ki tuci menu Hamesha gakt samjna he Aj tak bi ta galt hi samjea he Te age bi galt samjna Bus thuahnu ehi lagda ki tuci sahi te me galt Me shyd u di expectations te khara na utrea howa But ik gal he jina me u nu oyar kita kade kisi nu nai kita But me apne aap nu hor hurt nai kr sakda Metho eh pain seh nai hunda Te me is cheez cho bahar niklna chanda Aj to no sad song Na hi thuhadi profile dekhni Na hi purania emails padnia Me aj tak apni email id delete nai c kiti, noonelikeme wali But aj oh bi delete kr deni Me apni purania conversation read nai krna chanda Bus heena jjad tuci move on ** sakde Ta me bi ** jana Me apnia ids actiavte kr laiya Te whatapp bi chAla lea Me *** thoda ksuh hona he Bye heena ji Will miss u till my last breath
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My pica makes me grab all the treasures which have been embedded under the layers of sand. When I lick off the sand, those hidden gems introduce me to their fellow gems. I feel so overwhelmed by their response that I let mi pica overcome me.
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
fizza-abbas
Pica-cho
My pica makes me grab all the treasures which have been embedded under the layers of sand. When I lick off the sand, those hidden gems introduce me to their fellow gems. I feel so overwhelmed by their response that I let mi pica overcome me.
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Lagya c menu tenu pyar bada, menu tere te etbaar bada. Mileya tenu ik bahana tu ** *** meri zindagi cho ravana. Rokea me v nai c dil ch narazgi ruki tu bi nai jaldi tenu chad ke c jaan di. rokna ta chaunda c kyuki dil tenu chaunda c, par kida rokda tenu tu sade raste krte alag c. Jaan magro tere yaadan teriyan ch kho gya, bhidh vich lokan di kala jeha hho gaya,. Raatan jaag jaag katiyan te roi meri akh c, Jidan di tu mere to hoi wakh c. Holi holi tere bin jeena sikh lawan ga par 26 feb nu kiwe bhulanga?
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC
Chd
26 feb 2018
Lagya c menu tenu pyar bada, menu tere te etbaar bada. Mileya tenu ik bahana tu ** *** meri zindagi cho ravana. Rokea me v nai c dil ch narazgi ruki tu bi nai jaldi tenu chad ke c jaan di. rokna ta chaunda c kyuki dil tenu chaunda c, par kida rokda tenu tu sade raste krte alag c. Jaan magro tere yaadan teriyan ch kho gya, bhidh vich lokan di kala jeha hho gaya,. Raatan jaag jaag katiyan te roi meri akh c, Jidan di tu mere to hoi wakh c. Holi holi tere bin jeena sikh lawan ga par 26 feb nu kiwe bhulanga?
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You colour the chest-implanted violin of life with drops of  chronic alkaline comfort. You deposit in yearly doses on the upper heart chambers. You will be buried with her. The book of souls deciphers the chemicals were low, your presence is unwelcomed in peoples' courts. But  you have always been there for her. You are destroying her. The blood violently regurgitates back to the left and right cardiac chambers. She wore that heart proudly in her chest. She played the heart strings till her fingers bled with blood. But what worth do words have right now, when the damage is really done? No metallic stent can restore the pathways of the heart. The violin strings break one by one.
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Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
Seelenschmerz
M(E)l-an(CHO)-lia cardiogram
You colour the chest-implanted violin of life with drops of  chronic alkaline comfort. You deposit in yearly doses on the upper heart chambers. You will be buried with her. The book of souls deciphers the chemicals were low, your presence is unwelcomed in peoples' courts. But  you have always been there for her. You are destroying her. The blood violently regurgitates back to the left and right cardiac chambers. She wore that heart proudly in her chest. She played the heart strings till her fingers bled with blood. But what worth do words have right now, when the damage is really done? No metallic stent can restore the pathways of the heart. The violin strings break one by one.
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