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"derogatory" poems
Oh black negus. Why do you hate me so much? Noticed I called you by your rightful title. Negus King, Ruler, Emperor Not ***** or ****** The derogatory term originating from the crackers, or ***** the mild disparagement softened by society made to think that it's acceptable. But anyway let's get back to it. Why do you hate me? Is it because of my full lips or my round hips? My low tolerance for ******** The way that my stretch marks are engraved in my skin? Or how the roots of my hair aren't so thin. Is it my naturally sun kissed skin? Even toned complexion? It just can't be my uncanny resemblance to Isis the Egyptian Goddess! So why not praise me for my natural features Why go on one knee for their paid for enhancements Should I react like Angela Basset in Waiting to Exhale? Screaming and shouting while my face is growing pale. But pardon my melanin I was perplexed by this darkness that stared at me in the mirror That stared at me looking in my lovers eyes and taunted me Smiles behind hidden hate they constantly berate my beauty But pardon my melanin My superiority is in my melanin Encased in my skeleton Our ancestors wouldn't like this They would not be proud of that colorism that exist They slander us for our features yet they list after it This systematic thinking has our men slandering us but they won't admit You continue to beat me down yet I am your mother. I am the fruit of this nation. But pardon my melanin So I'll ask again Why do you hate me? We are carved in the same beauty and without each other we can't exist I still remember the first day that we kissed but a few months later you left me for hailey in an unfortunate bliss Melanin filled girls I am here to say You are a queen never be afraid to be seen The brother that disrespect and degrade are absolutely absurd! You are not ratchet bitter or mean Youre a stunning melanin queen So pardon my melanin? Naw enlightened by me melanin.
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Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
Pardon my melanin
Oh black negus. Why do you hate me so much? Noticed I called you by your rightful title. Negus King, Ruler, Emperor Not ***** or ****** The derogatory term originating from the crackers, or ***** the mild disparagement softened by society made to think that it's acceptable. But anyway let's get back to it. Why do you hate me? Is it because of my full lips or my round hips? My low tolerance for ******** The way that my stretch marks are engraved in my skin? Or how the roots of my hair aren't so thin. Is it my naturally sun kissed skin? Even toned complexion? It just can't be my uncanny resemblance to Isis the Egyptian Goddess! So why not praise me for my natural features Why go on one knee for their paid for enhancements Should I react like Angela Basset in Waiting to Exhale? Screaming and shouting while my face is growing pale. But pardon my melanin I was perplexed by this darkness that stared at me in the mirror That stared at me looking in my lovers eyes and taunted me Smiles behind hidden hate they constantly berate my beauty But pardon my melanin My superiority is in my melanin Encased in my skeleton Our ancestors wouldn't like this They would not be proud of that colorism that exist They slander us for our features yet they list after it This systematic thinking has our men slandering us but they won't admit You continue to beat me down yet I am your mother. I am the fruit of this nation. But pardon my melanin So I'll ask again Why do you hate me? We are carved in the same beauty and without each other we can't exist I still remember the first day that we kissed but a few months later you left me for hailey in an unfortunate bliss Melanin filled girls I am here to say You are a queen never be afraid to be seen The brother that disrespect and degrade are absolutely absurd! You are not ratchet bitter or mean Youre a stunning melanin queen So pardon my melanin? Naw enlightened by me melanin.
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Behind your eyes I see lions And you know them well And you fear Roars resonate in your tortured mind And you regret being bizarre You want to stay in line But the bustle in the crowds won't accept your direction You're an infection - peculiar in a derogatory sense. The howls from the people let you discover That this place is for hyenas You cower Lest you be ripped to shreds And on your panicked escape You leave a lioness behind The one you had named Unique and her cries are of a dreadful kind Claws feast into your weary soul They are your own As you keep under prison guard The character given by God Desperately you cling onto branches Not sturdy enough to hold you forever but you'd do anything to avoid being trampled By the hooves of the many When you have but a few lions left The rest were dropped as uncertainty clouded your vision Until your cat eyes Did not even benefit in the night But you are forgetting Should you choose a weak road At least chase the antelope Heaven knows You were meant to run wild Not Climb But when you become stronger as lions always do You will run before the hoof beats Because you are extraordinary And when you realize They will have no choice but to And the mass will part The moment you roar And when the herd is separated Blind or awake You shall find your lioness As she is running home Let her meld within your heart Let her be part of your masterpiece Until you recognize the majesty of your lions And without fear When you love yourself You will see the beast in mine eyes as well
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
Lion Eyes
Behind your eyes I see lions And you know them well And you fear Roars resonate in your tortured mind And you regret being bizarre You want to stay in line But the bustle in the crowds won't accept your direction You're an infection - peculiar in a derogatory sense. The howls from the people let you discover That this place is for hyenas You cower Lest you be ripped to shreds And on your panicked escape You leave a lioness behind The one you had named Unique and her cries are of a dreadful kind Claws feast into your weary soul They are your own As you keep under prison guard The character given by God Desperately you cling onto branches Not sturdy enough to hold you forever but you'd do anything to avoid being trampled By the hooves of the many When you have but a few lions left The rest were dropped as uncertainty clouded your vision Until your cat eyes Did not even benefit in the night But you are forgetting Should you choose a weak road At least chase the antelope Heaven knows You were meant to run wild Not Climb But when you become stronger as lions always do You will run before the hoof beats Because you are extraordinary And when you realize They will have no choice but to And the mass will part The moment you roar And when the herd is separated Blind or awake You shall find your lioness As she is running home Let her meld within your heart Let her be part of your masterpiece Until you recognize the majesty of your lions And without fear When you love yourself You will see the beast in mine eyes as well
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alexander k opicho (eldoret,kenya;[email protected]) Theodorousness is now on me it will eat me with aghast ravenity where will I hide my body an ugly and ripe corpus of my tomfoolery where will I exile my gadabout heritage flipping the world in quest for cultural bliss when Masculine theodority is relentless in the Armour of intellectual masculinity determined to thrash the sludge of flappishness out of my rectitude heart that is pulsing in derogatory fear where will i pigeonhole myself from the theodorous theodoristy of herculean Theodore
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
theodorous dystopia
If you had the opportunity to live a high-risk lifestyle, would you? I'm not asking this to be derogatory, nor to be accusatory I simply want you to think on what it is to live a high-risk lifestyle. As a mass, we seem to think of it as an undesirable thing. Now, isn't that just ******* quaint? Probability favors a percentile: That which is unique enough to leave it's mark on our realm. That includes us. Risk, unless done in ignorance, is the acceptance of probability More specifically, the pursuit of the more improbable chance. Perhaps when you think of high-risk, you think of constant parties perhaps of ***** needles, and/or STIs unprotected *** or doing psychedelics but I ask you to ponder just how high risk Life is to begin with: Some wish to claim that Life is a granted gift by some benevolent Father figure who has our back, (but not theirs) but I say that's just selfish, arrogant and, frankly, quite foolish to claim. This Universe was not made for us and us alone as if we were some sort of Sims for a bipolar teenage boy on ******* We were not molded after anything intelligent with the exception of the Universe and her Nature itself. The probability of the Universe existing is not %100. The probability of the particular combinations of atoms within the strands of DNA in your body are not "guaranteed" to occur. Ever. But they did. They. Did. They. ******* Did. As if the Universe were the soil to the roots of our existence and Her Energy is as the water to the roots and her Chemistry allows it all to happen. And her physical laws, for lack of a better term, allow that to happen. On top of that, you ******* exist! You! In particular! With your experiences, thoughts and feelings, insights and interests, passions and even DNA! You! Wonderful, temporary you! Mortal you. Ethereal you. Spiritual you. Intrinsic you. Extrinsic you. You exist, if nothing else,  in a relative way. There is no way to be certain. What are the friggin' odds on anything existing at all, let alone you? There is no way to be certain. If you could bet on your existence, would you? There is no way to be certain. Nothing is granted; everything is permitted by the brain. There is no way to be certain. Perhaps it is deeper than that. I hope and think so, yet, there is no way to be certain. ~Addendum!~ Statistically, about 93% of people accounted for by census information who have lived- have died. Statistically, that gives you a 7%ish chance of surviving this life!   That seems like a high-risk Life, to me.
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Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 12:38 PM UTC
"High-risk Life"
If you had the opportunity to live a high-risk lifestyle, would you? I'm not asking this to be derogatory, nor to be accusatory I simply want you to think on what it is to live a high-risk lifestyle. As a mass, we seem to think of it as an undesirable thing. Now, isn't that just ******* quaint? Probability favors a percentile: That which is unique enough to leave it's mark on our realm. That includes us. Risk, unless done in ignorance, is the acceptance of probability More specifically, the pursuit of the more improbable chance. Perhaps when you think of high-risk, you think of constant parties perhaps of ***** needles, and/or STIs unprotected *** or doing psychedelics but I ask you to ponder just how high risk Life is to begin with: Some wish to claim that Life is a granted gift by some benevolent Father figure who has our back, (but not theirs) but I say that's just selfish, arrogant and, frankly, quite foolish to claim. This Universe was not made for us and us alone as if we were some sort of Sims for a bipolar teenage boy on ******* We were not molded after anything intelligent with the exception of the Universe and her Nature itself. The probability of the Universe existing is not %100. The probability of the particular combinations of atoms within the strands of DNA in your body are not "guaranteed" to occur. Ever. But they did. They. Did. They. ******* Did. As if the Universe were the soil to the roots of our existence and Her Energy is as the water to the roots and her Chemistry allows it all to happen. And her physical laws, for lack of a better term, allow that to happen. On top of that, you ******* exist! You! In particular! With your experiences, thoughts and feelings, insights and interests, passions and even DNA! You! Wonderful, temporary you! Mortal you. Ethereal you. Spiritual you. Intrinsic you. Extrinsic you. You exist, if nothing else,  in a relative way. There is no way to be certain. What are the friggin' odds on anything existing at all, let alone you? There is no way to be certain. If you could bet on your existence, would you? There is no way to be certain. Nothing is granted; everything is permitted by the brain. There is no way to be certain. Perhaps it is deeper than that. I hope and think so, yet, there is no way to be certain. ~Addendum!~ Statistically, about 93% of people accounted for by census information who have lived- have died. Statistically, that gives you a 7%ish chance of surviving this life!   That seems like a high-risk Life, to me.
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Is mystery dependent on me thinking of mystery? It is a safe bet. For when what is central is knowledge, then I can only become aware of mystery if upon something new or unknown. Thus, mystery is not knowledge, but the lack of it. Mystery is ignorance. Thus, my meditation is rather reflection on ignorance, As if I'm trying to better describe ignorance, or find a way out of ignorance with only the experiential. I think of mostly consciousness and the universe here, in terms of my and humanity's ignorance of them. Not only am I limited by my own understanding but also the understanding of others, however much they are even more intelligent than me. I see others working on problems that have proven to not solve the mystery, the mystery being ignorance. The only thing that could solve it is omniscience. Then it follows that what I'm really trying to solve is omniscience. "Infinite cognition" as the Buddha put it. Even if a person could have omniscience, it would be colored by how they can make sense of reality. Knowledge would take the form of what is most familiar. Thus, when wondering about a question as to what is pi, they may say about 3.14. The answer conditioned on how people and the omniscient one would have the capacity to hear. Maybe this seems more like intuition. But omniscience would denote the person as a speaker, yet only allowable to speak as what was conducive for everyone's best. This is how Baha'is look at Manifestations of God: only allowed to share a certain amount at a time. Just as the Son said "I have many things to share with you, but you cannot hear them now". Still their capacity would be limited to what they themselves were interested in. For one who is marginalized and oppressed or even thronged by multitudes, often has no willingness to delve deeply into subject matter, it causing some to stray from a correct path. Since fractal systems work strongest in more diverse settings, it would seem that the very thing that makes it strong also makes its capacity to hear weak. Omniscience therefore, if given to only a few, has a limited range of effect. But even this limited range would change the entire system. As Baha'u'llah calls His followers "the leaven" and the Son calls His followers "the salt". "Many are called but few are chosen" seems derogatory in a world where "ye are all the leaves of one tree". World consciousness almost arose to love tonight, but the lover ensared it in his anger once again. If I close my ears to them, will it go away? If they close my ears to me, will I go away? Strength in the diversity of parts. Strength really meaning pain. E Pluribus Unum.
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Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 1:30 AM UTC
Mystery is ignorance
Is mystery dependent on me thinking of mystery? It is a safe bet. For when what is central is knowledge, then I can only become aware of mystery if upon something new or unknown. Thus, mystery is not knowledge, but the lack of it. Mystery is ignorance. Thus, my meditation is rather reflection on ignorance, As if I'm trying to better describe ignorance, or find a way out of ignorance with only the experiential. I think of mostly consciousness and the universe here, in terms of my and humanity's ignorance of them. Not only am I limited by my own understanding but also the understanding of others, however much they are even more intelligent than me. I see others working on problems that have proven to not solve the mystery, the mystery being ignorance. The only thing that could solve it is omniscience. Then it follows that what I'm really trying to solve is omniscience. "Infinite cognition" as the Buddha put it. Even if a person could have omniscience, it would be colored by how they can make sense of reality. Knowledge would take the form of what is most familiar. Thus, when wondering about a question as to what is pi, they may say about 3.14. The answer conditioned on how people and the omniscient one would have the capacity to hear. Maybe this seems more like intuition. But omniscience would denote the person as a speaker, yet only allowable to speak as what was conducive for everyone's best. This is how Baha'is look at Manifestations of God: only allowed to share a certain amount at a time. Just as the Son said "I have many things to share with you, but you cannot hear them now". Still their capacity would be limited to what they themselves were interested in. For one who is marginalized and oppressed or even thronged by multitudes, often has no willingness to delve deeply into subject matter, it causing some to stray from a correct path. Since fractal systems work strongest in more diverse settings, it would seem that the very thing that makes it strong also makes its capacity to hear weak. Omniscience therefore, if given to only a few, has a limited range of effect. But even this limited range would change the entire system. As Baha'u'llah calls His followers "the leaven" and the Son calls His followers "the salt". "Many are called but few are chosen" seems derogatory in a world where "ye are all the leaves of one tree". World consciousness almost arose to love tonight, but the lover ensared it in his anger once again. If I close my ears to them, will it go away? If they close my ears to me, will I go away? Strength in the diversity of parts. Strength really meaning pain. E Pluribus Unum.
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I like the word oxymoron – probably my favourite English word, It sound derogatory but it is just a figure of speech. I kind of like the word nincompoop but I’d change it a bit to noncompoop which would then I can say is an abbreviation for non-competent **** I made up the word mysticscientist – I know it’s hard to say, perhaps i should shorten it to myscientist. I like the word strumpet, coz even though it sounds like a musical instrument, It’s actually another word for a **** not the eating kind. Another fav of mine is teetotaller, I mean who on earth would ever guess this to mean someone who doesn’t consume alcohol, really who came up with this, I’d really like to know. When young, I learnt a word that truly stuck; It’s guffawed meaning laughed out loud; It’s the prefix guff that completely throws you off, guff out loud, she guffawed or gol like lol! (guff is not a prefix, just saying it looks like one: guffstraying, guffanalysing, guffanance) Everyday I open the dictionary to discover new English words; it’s a wonder to me, that the list keeps growing only 26 letters but still quite amazing.
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC
Only 26 Letters
They say we're degenerates as we walk with sore shoulders, flimsy backs, fractured dreams. The word millennial is used like some derogatory word -- we're meant to feel like **** because our parents failed us. Because smartphones help us release dopamine. Because we're addicted to virtual realities. Because we **** strangers that we hope validate us. No one understands why the news says this about drugs and this about violence -- or why we do 'those things' and if we have any 'goddamn sense'. It's beyond them. Maybe beyond us. It's higher than our weekends; lower than our expectations.
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC
23. The 2008 Housing Bubble is Something I can Look Up on my iPhone; Degenerates
Positive through the derogatory, I use the light as my allegory, There's a happy ending to this sad story, **** happens so no need to worry, You can face it there's no need to escape, Or spend time replaying the tape, There's still time as long as you wake, If you never give up then its never to late, Fight for love, fight for love, One mind devine from above, You should be happy just because, High on life with a nice buzz, Love life and it'll love you, Thats just a fact I know is true, Theres nothing more that you can do, But let go of hate and just be truly you.
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
Positive
I am an African, Just like you are, Here I am in Africa, From Africa, I may speak, Not your African language, But a cataclysmic African, Who speaks my African language, I am. An inferior African, You may as you do, Regard me, But still, African I am, African I cry, African I laugh, African I sing, African I live. You have made me feel ashamed, To be in this part of Africa, But never, Will you make me feel ashamed, To be African, Whatever derogatory labels, You may stick on me, No matter how unAfrican, Kwerekwere, Grigamba or whatever, But still, I will be an African, Even a much better one. African, Like my father, His fore fathers, And their forefathers, African, Just like I was yesterday, African, Just like I am now, African, That is what I will always be, And African, Forever. According to the author, we are all foreigners in any country on this earth, more like tenants. No one has any claim to any portion of this earth for it belongs to God. The barbaric, self-centered and intolerant demeanor we have recently witnessed in South Africa tells the story of mindless teaks on a dog that are claiming to own the dog and solidifies the myth that Africa is a dark continent and Africans are still stuck in the animal kingdom. How do we dispute what is becoming more of a fact that “you can take Africans from the bush but you can never take the bush out of Africans”. Fellow South Africans (the perpetrators), you have proved to be more disgusting than ***** and the most befitting place for you is the sewage dump that is far away from Africa. If there was another Africa that is not this Africa, I would have done the obvious and most logical thing – to completely disassociate my dignified African self from the brainless, destructive, inhuman thugs that you are. Today, I am an African who is dead ashamed to be African!
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May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 4:48 AM UTC
I am an African
I am an African, Just like you are, Here I am in Africa, From Africa, I may speak, Not your African language, But a cataclysmic African, Who speaks my African language, I am. An inferior African, You may as you do, Regard me, But still, African I am, African I cry, African I laugh, African I sing, African I live. You have made me feel ashamed, To be in this part of Africa, But never, Will you make me feel ashamed, To be African, Whatever derogatory labels, You may stick on me, No matter how unAfrican, Kwerekwere, Grigamba or whatever, But still, I will be an African, Even a much better one. African, Like my father, His fore fathers, And their forefathers, African, Just like I was yesterday, African, Just like I am now, African, That is what I will always be, And African, Forever. According to the author, we are all foreigners in any country on this earth, more like tenants. No one has any claim to any portion of this earth for it belongs to God. The barbaric, self-centered and intolerant demeanor we have recently witnessed in South Africa tells the story of mindless teaks on a dog that are claiming to own the dog and solidifies the myth that Africa is a dark continent and Africans are still stuck in the animal kingdom. How do we dispute what is becoming more of a fact that “you can take Africans from the bush but you can never take the bush out of Africans”. Fellow South Africans (the perpetrators), you have proved to be more disgusting than ***** and the most befitting place for you is the sewage dump that is far away from Africa. If there was another Africa that is not this Africa, I would have done the obvious and most logical thing – to completely disassociate my dignified African self from the brainless, destructive, inhuman thugs that you are. Today, I am an African who is dead ashamed to be African!
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And then we are called Negro’s and feel like that is so much better. As if it’s not the same derogatory word now its just more “sophisticated.” Used in lyric like it’s the only word that rhymes with everything. Since its 2010 you think we are not like Emmett Till, but we are. The only difference is we shoot our own guns and one by one we make our own selves obsolete. The “N” word flowing out of the mouths of our newer generations as if it’s the government given name stamped on every black persons’ birth certificate. Like there was never a revolution Like there was never a fight to bring us up to what is seemingly equal to everyone else. You are what brings us down again. Hearing the yells of one black man to another in conversation “can a ***** get…” (insert a stereotypical ending here) No a ***** can’t get nothin’. That is what has been repeatedly told to the race as a whole. Burned into our minds like the branding of a cow. Each time the “N” word is uttered out of another’s mouth its like a gravitational pull that scientist have yet to discover. More powerful than any black hole. Like ***** in a barrel. We strive to keep the others at our level. Ask Fredrick Douglas, it’s his expertise… As he was one of the original ****** Breakers; we have multiplied the frequency and have unknowingly become professionals at something we never strived to be. The “N” word flows out of our mouths and through the air like the historical dance it took to get us here. The dance we have long forgotten but our bodies seem to react the same way whenever an Anglo-Saxon uses our coveted word. Like it wasn’t the word they yelled as they made permanent welts on our backs that would last generations Like it wasn’t what they yelled at us to strip away every individualistic quality They referred to us as if we were herds Like it wasn’t their term to begin with. We should let them have it. We are like the modern generations of our ancestral princes and princesses of Africa. As powerful as they once were, we have mastered fields that others wish they had a chance to accomplish in. We were built to overcome any obstacle.Other than the obstacle of getting out of our own way. It is no longer like the underground railroad. There are no hounds chasing us through the waters. ****** should no longer be the tether that holds us down We have the ability to soar like a majestic bird that shall always remain unnamed. As ****** we are nothing. As African American’s we are an impenetrable strength.
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Dec 31, 2011
Dec 31, 2011 at 12:00 PM UTC
The "N" word
And then we are called Negro’s and feel like that is so much better. As if it’s not the same derogatory word now its just more “sophisticated.” Used in lyric like it’s the only word that rhymes with everything. Since its 2010 you think we are not like Emmett Till, but we are. The only difference is we shoot our own guns and one by one we make our own selves obsolete. The “N” word flowing out of the mouths of our newer generations as if it’s the government given name stamped on every black persons’ birth certificate. Like there was never a revolution Like there was never a fight to bring us up to what is seemingly equal to everyone else. You are what brings us down again. Hearing the yells of one black man to another in conversation “can a ***** get…” (insert a stereotypical ending here) No a ***** can’t get nothin’. That is what has been repeatedly told to the race as a whole. Burned into our minds like the branding of a cow. Each time the “N” word is uttered out of another’s mouth its like a gravitational pull that scientist have yet to discover. More powerful than any black hole. Like ***** in a barrel. We strive to keep the others at our level. Ask Fredrick Douglas, it’s his expertise… As he was one of the original ****** Breakers; we have multiplied the frequency and have unknowingly become professionals at something we never strived to be. The “N” word flows out of our mouths and through the air like the historical dance it took to get us here. The dance we have long forgotten but our bodies seem to react the same way whenever an Anglo-Saxon uses our coveted word. Like it wasn’t the word they yelled as they made permanent welts on our backs that would last generations Like it wasn’t what they yelled at us to strip away every individualistic quality They referred to us as if we were herds Like it wasn’t their term to begin with. We should let them have it. We are like the modern generations of our ancestral princes and princesses of Africa. As powerful as they once were, we have mastered fields that others wish they had a chance to accomplish in. We were built to overcome any obstacle.Other than the obstacle of getting out of our own way. It is no longer like the underground railroad. There are no hounds chasing us through the waters. ****** should no longer be the tether that holds us down We have the ability to soar like a majestic bird that shall always remain unnamed. As ****** we are nothing. As African American’s we are an impenetrable strength.
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The most offensive word in the English vocabulary Is a reproductive ***** of the female anatomy They made my very *** offensive Turning words into weapons I refuse to become a derogatory remark Each and every one of you was birthed by a beautiful **** The most offensive word in the English vocabulary Describes the most powerful part of my body
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Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 3:08 AM UTC
****
I'm the kind of person Who will smile and laugh Along with the mean comments The derogatory names The back-handed jokes The quick insulting remarks they don't hurt theyre funny theyre harmless I tell myself And then go home Curl up And cry for hours in agony
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Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
Here's to the Hurtful
Such falacious thread is pulling tight from no Holy Book I know. For those, self considered right, allocating this self seething show. Creed or colour should not divide. Derogatory agitating collectors paid off with sheer synthetic pride, sponsering religion as their own connector as they twist and they tear at its written word. Packaged to a self corrected tone, fantasy provides absurd images directed at the degected zone. In anothers name they do their worst, projecting miss-shaped Holy vows, they drain sacred trust for evil's thirst and so that impieties seed should sow. If you do aim to speak this way, then have the courage and take that leap on your own head. Leave pious scriptures from any religious source and form well alone whatever faith or race. For it is true that people will for their own self enhancement treat religion with disgrace and thus, try to demenaor such elegance.
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Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
Un-Godly Sheep
An anonymous limerick From the 1930’s. There was a young woman called Starkie . Who had an affair with a darky. The result of her sins. Was quadruplets not twins. One black and one white and two khaki . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With apologies for being derogatory Philip. Posted November. 25th 2018.
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
There was a young woman called Starkie
Nonsense isn’t clear when self-induce becomes derogatory. Switching off claims to promote a zero-questioning start. Only for calamities to raise the bars of victory without circumstance. Pleading you to forget what you saw and repeat after me. Nonsense without structure, is relaxing too much. Does relaxing come after nonsense when zero questioning permits the struggle of structure? I digress for the infinite that is suggesting you relax when it comes to ******* interiors giving no rise to pressure that exceeds balance. Balance in the face of consequence. Consequence in the doubt of honor. Honor in the… WAIT! It’s nonsense, right? ALL OF IT!! EVERYTHING!!! Plain examples of zero switches without direction. Promoting the structure of pleading facts rubbing with calamities. Ruining what shouldn’t have been. Illusions! All of it. Claiming something, which isn’t a benefactor to logic raising circumstances toward rising the bars of victory. Doesn’t make any sense, does it? Any of this ringing a bell people?! Good. Just relax and create your own structure. Even how awfully permitting to other appeals it might seem. Structure is without consequence. Relaxing about regular customs to oneself, permits the desire to act with a calm disposition. Everything being a confused debate of nonsense. Only adding nonsense over something that’s already a relaxing structure. Is structure without relaxation? Enough details… I’m out! Structure your own appeals?!
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Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 12:48 AM UTC
Nonsense Relaxing Without Structure
An insightful noise spark, an insanity so clear With one, if a million, on hind legs in cheer This land Our land Ours, by right of birth Ours, rightly deserved, through hardship and pain Our blood, there blood, these hands did stain New leaders, struggled, with caviar and crackle A struggle won, through blast of church, on a Son The killing of a farmer, and his son The **** of a mother, and her child These courageous comrades, an insane spectacle Others struggled, to put food on the table To ensure, taxes are paid Roads, schools and churches, were laid Ensured, a country was made Why then, this derogatory label Together, this land was forged A land, so rich, with its poor so peaceful, with its crime so confident, about its insecurities Healthy, with its infected Just, with its inconsistencies Fare, with its favor so busy, going nowhere, South
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Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 9:32 PM UTC
SA RULES KO
catching a being(a person more or less) caught in the in between pushed to the unknown will devour every devious, dashing, ***** damaged, derogatory thought in your mind but then in the end you're nothing more than casual closet acquaintances and you've come to realize they never really tasted it at all just fed it to the dog and you laugh to yourself you're going to catch one again but fishing isn't that fun after the eighteenth time with nothing to show for it but another drink but as they say, Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
Untitled
(10/25/12) The black days of history that many do not know And many refuse to accept - of how the black man Helped AMERICA to be the greatest country yet. They was brought here as slaves because the Color of their skin ! But their minds was never searched to see What lied within. Every ethnic group that came to the states Had many a hardship that they had to face. Every race that came was given a derogatory name Which they had to accept and had felt the shame. But they all contributed to this great nation of ours Which is now known as the greatest power. These are just a few facts of what the blacks Had given to this nation, and many of these Became part of our salvation. FACTS: )1) john love- invented the pencil sharpener in 1897 2) Joseph lee -invented a bread making machine that mixed The ingredients and kneaded the dough in 1895 3) Thomas l Jennings was the first African American to receive A patent in 1821 which was for a dry cleaning process. He used the money earned from his patent to purchase Relatives out of slavery and support abolitionist causes. 4) madam c.j. walker (1867-1919) daughter of a former slave Who suffered hair loss in her twenties and created hair care Products , and allowed her to open a factory and school to Train hundreds of black women to be economically self sufficient And become one of the first female millionaires in U.S. history. There is still something that burns in my heart And when I think of it -it tears me apart Of all the people in this great nation That have been put to the ground There lies one race that still lives Way below the poverty line and The government says there doing fine. The “AMERICAN INDIAN” who had Most all treaties broken and of this the Government hasn’t spoken. Many families of five and more Living in a shack without a door Just a blanket to stop the wind To me this is a crying sin. The Indian charities having to buy fifty five gallon drums for water And many of them on “back order”. I know that I started writing this poem for the blacks But on the Indian nations - I can’t turn my back. We have to help one another, for we’re all Sister and brother. GOD BLESS US ALL © L . RAMS
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Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 10:45 PM UTC
black days of history
(10/25/12) The black days of history that many do not know And many refuse to accept - of how the black man Helped AMERICA to be the greatest country yet. They was brought here as slaves because the Color of their skin ! But their minds was never searched to see What lied within. Every ethnic group that came to the states Had many a hardship that they had to face. Every race that came was given a derogatory name Which they had to accept and had felt the shame. But they all contributed to this great nation of ours Which is now known as the greatest power. These are just a few facts of what the blacks Had given to this nation, and many of these Became part of our salvation. FACTS: )1) john love- invented the pencil sharpener in 1897 2) Joseph lee -invented a bread making machine that mixed The ingredients and kneaded the dough in 1895 3) Thomas l Jennings was the first African American to receive A patent in 1821 which was for a dry cleaning process. He used the money earned from his patent to purchase Relatives out of slavery and support abolitionist causes. 4) madam c.j. walker (1867-1919) daughter of a former slave Who suffered hair loss in her twenties and created hair care Products , and allowed her to open a factory and school to Train hundreds of black women to be economically self sufficient And become one of the first female millionaires in U.S. history. There is still something that burns in my heart And when I think of it -it tears me apart Of all the people in this great nation That have been put to the ground There lies one race that still lives Way below the poverty line and The government says there doing fine. The “AMERICAN INDIAN” who had Most all treaties broken and of this the Government hasn’t spoken. Many families of five and more Living in a shack without a door Just a blanket to stop the wind To me this is a crying sin. The Indian charities having to buy fifty five gallon drums for water And many of them on “back order”. I know that I started writing this poem for the blacks But on the Indian nations - I can’t turn my back. We have to help one another, for we’re all Sister and brother. GOD BLESS US ALL © L . RAMS
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skin tight black leather ropes duct tape rambling nonsense and intensly derogatory terms life is nothing but a bar over run by fake plastic beauty with overpriced wine and overpriced steez **** you kayne west
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Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 8:10 PM UTC
**** you
Broken pots. Polka dots. Floral hours. Autumn showers. Made of glass. Sharp round the edges. Hanging on hedges. Ornate as Christmas baubles. Makes the Gorbals look glam. Industrialisation at the top of the nation. Trying to beat the price of inflation. School kids on kerbstones are moaning and groaning. Mummy and daddy are hugging each other. Fighting against the benefit trap. Destructive bears. Crushing dreams and each other and brushing their hair. They're hunting for Nessie down in the loch. Want to make fortunes, together as one. A get rich quick scheme. Forgetting their kiddies, while hunting the sun, or netting a fortune. Their monster is a phantom, called neglect and greed. (C) LIVVI This is only used for the poem because it fits...not being derogatory to Scotland or Nessie...x Promise.
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Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
HUNTING NESSIE, CHASING DREAMS
Sunny day's may be sunny Yet inside always so dark. Cars all parked Like rows to chapels lonesome way's!!! Deleterious, Nothing hilarious, For thy eyes turn unfazed!!! A deluge of no accomplishments All walls stand to fail, All ceiling's to crumble No more derogatory jails!!!!! Despondency roaming the brick street of the old No desposters No more voters to trade papers For young and who they mold.... Thine denizen of thy own class Doth thou passeth the bill of health? Art thou truly alive? Canst thou SAVETH thyself? Think not that thou art free, Thou eateth Thineself meets thine own selfish needs!!!! Thyself shoots bullets of steel And steal cheapened goods Whilst small holes in thee hit and bleedeth!!!! Thy idols no longer stand Clothes bought by daddy From his first of the month paycheck Colored in crayon!!!! Thou followeth not even thy own commands..... Is thy love didadic? Of archaic to history's lesson's? Art thou to short on preaching? Thy words begin to lessen.... .
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
Sunny days arent so sunny to me
I'm tired of being told To pick a side To choose a race Lest it be chosen by archaic values I'll not be told I'm ''acting black'' Or that I'm an ''Oreo'' For being my mixed bag self So I'll start a new race Race is defined by ******** predetermined factors But my race will be awesome It won't be exclusive to Skin colour Hair texture Language Or eyes Not the Canadian Race (working title) Do you live in Canada? Congratulations, you have now joined a new race!!! Tired being told to choose a race or get called derogatory terms like Mullatto Wasian Half Loser? Join my epic race!!! Believe in diplomacy, and using violence as a last resort? Hooray!!! You should join now! Tired of having your country be used as a cultural punching bag for America? A pain deeply felt. Welcome to the Canadian Race. I'm not black. I'm not white. I'm Canadian.
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
Today I Start A New Race
So lethargic Victim of calumny Ruptured appendix Constantly rebuked On the pursuit of happiness   Receiving flack So pusillanimous Looking for something cathartic   Fight with yourself When your're your own worst enemy Leaving everyone scratching their heads And hanging on every word Smoke 'em if you got 'em First impressions are my worst impressions Bad decisions and fallen angels Pedantic stipulations Derogatory semantics Fight with yourself When your're your own worst enemy Leaving everyone scratching their heads And hanging on every word Smoke 'em if you got 'em Review the glossary Check the index It's a lost cause The cut throat is fighting The masked wrestler on a tugboat They're both wearing Hawaiian shirts Fight with yourself When your're your own worst enemy Leaving everyone scratching their heads And hanging on every word Smoke 'em if you got 'em -Tommy Johnson
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Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
Brain Stem Jump Rope
They were ok on the screen of Breaking Bad, but one does find that they can also be used in a condescending tone. The British are quite goos at it, demeaning derogatory undertones by verbal diminishings, such as, The IRA. Full denomination please, makes one Irate. Ps. They say, The I.R.A. is a terrorist organisation Not, The Irish Republican Army is a T.O.
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
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yes i have to admit it Black is beautiful ya **** right it is not just "The Black People are beautiful" but **** it "Black People are Beautiful" we have a everlasting Black beauty that live inside of us say it with clarity and say it with gusto say it like you really mean it ain't no shame in my game and ain't no sunshine when she is gone you gotta work on your pronunciation phraseology and semantics to truly represent it listen i know what the hell i am talking about because Black Folks have their own definition of Black beauty and it ain't in no **** Webster dictionary its more spiritual then anything else most Black People know what i am talking about Cleopatra was a very beautiful Black African Queen even the Roman emperors feared and respected her Black Beauty (Mark Anthony for example) the ancient Romans had a real crush   on this beautiful jett Black Women thus made a man drop to his knees with the power and glory of her Black Beauty unfortunately in the mass media Cleopatra is always portrayed or depicted as a Caucasian European woman nevertheless so wonderful is our true blackness beauty is in the eye of the beholder Black Beauty is our reality and we own it until the end of time say amen and thus we are still admired by the world again we control our Black Beautiful souls we must create our own Black Beauty Products and stop given our money away to other people that misrepresent us and don't give a **** about how we look on this earth Stop taking our stuff make me mad the way they treated Michael Jackson you know about the derogatory insensitive racial jokes so we shall be the judge and jury of all shades of our rainbow race don't be scared anymore Black People its ok to be Black and sometimes words hurt but we must hold our heads up high with dignity and respect i know just how you feel and i know we got some real Black Sheep in the family tree claiming to be something that they ain't remember this Black People we are the Black Roses that shine for thee in the Garden of Eden and the true reflection of God's light
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Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 7:11 PM UTC
The Reflection of God's Light
yes i have to admit it Black is beautiful ya **** right it is not just "The Black People are beautiful" but **** it "Black People are Beautiful" we have a everlasting Black beauty that live inside of us say it with clarity and say it with gusto say it like you really mean it ain't no shame in my game and ain't no sunshine when she is gone you gotta work on your pronunciation phraseology and semantics to truly represent it listen i know what the hell i am talking about because Black Folks have their own definition of Black beauty and it ain't in no **** Webster dictionary its more spiritual then anything else most Black People know what i am talking about Cleopatra was a very beautiful Black African Queen even the Roman emperors feared and respected her Black Beauty (Mark Anthony for example) the ancient Romans had a real crush   on this beautiful jett Black Women thus made a man drop to his knees with the power and glory of her Black Beauty unfortunately in the mass media Cleopatra is always portrayed or depicted as a Caucasian European woman nevertheless so wonderful is our true blackness beauty is in the eye of the beholder Black Beauty is our reality and we own it until the end of time say amen and thus we are still admired by the world again we control our Black Beautiful souls we must create our own Black Beauty Products and stop given our money away to other people that misrepresent us and don't give a **** about how we look on this earth Stop taking our stuff make me mad the way they treated Michael Jackson you know about the derogatory insensitive racial jokes so we shall be the judge and jury of all shades of our rainbow race don't be scared anymore Black People its ok to be Black and sometimes words hurt but we must hold our heads up high with dignity and respect i know just how you feel and i know we got some real Black Sheep in the family tree claiming to be something that they ain't remember this Black People we are the Black Roses that shine for thee in the Garden of Eden and the true reflection of God's light
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