"disadvantages" poems
I'm struggling with what it means to be a woman.
Does it mean that I am always in competition to be the top of my species?
Does it mean that I need to be perfect without a single curve out of line in order to find love?
Does it mean that I am only defined when owned by a man?
Does it mean that I can only find purpose in childbirth?
Does it mean that I will forever live in the shadow of men?
Does it mean that I am an object invented solely for a man's pleasure?
Does it mean that I'm forced to confine to gender roles and live in someone else's story?
Does it mean that I'm supposed to accept it when I'm harassed from across the street?
Does it mean that I'm supposed to lie there silent when he puts his hands up my skirt?
Does it mean that I am only worth 77 cents to a man’s dollar?
Does it mean that I am defined by my looks rather than my intelligence?
Does it mean that I will never be capable of holding a major position of power due to my mood swings?
Does it mean that I am defined by how many men I have had *** with?
Or does it mean something else entirely.
It's difficult learning to love being a woman.
Obvious and damaging disadvantages are visible to observers.
We are regarded as second best, property of our man.
We are erased from history, our pain is minimized and forgotten.
We are oppressed and have to fight for our rights.
We are afraid to walk the streets at night, afraid for our lives.
We are harassed without care and without penalty.
We are ***** and murdered for refusing proposals.
We are expected to live on the sidelines as a housewife whose only priority should be her children.
We are expected to keep quiet in situations of domestic abuse.
We are expected to be perfect, and pretty, fresh for a man’s picking.
We can’t even advocate for our own equality without being demonized.
There are times where I wish I wasn’t a woman.
Being a woman comes with innumerable expectations, pressures, and responsibilities.
My existence is not defined by a man, or by the patriarchal expectations that have been placed on me.
I am breaking free of my confinements and I’m not afraid to admit that,
I'm struggling with what it means to be a woman. And that's okay.
//sarahmann
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC
They call it a 'Class War"
They call it a "War of Liberation"
whilst its just another instance of white oppression
Childish, immature, mean and nasty underachievers
like the kid on the beach who kicks over others sandcastle
because they are better than the ******* castle he made
Like that that uncool dumb teen who scatters the board game
because he's now seen that he is losing and cannot win at all
like those ugly pimpled friends who would play gooseberry
and cock-blockers because they can't get nice dates of their own
like that bitter mad one who will spill ink over your white top
or new Trainers because he or she has old and ***** ones
They are all from the world of the sicko psychos and damaged
talent-less mean, envious, sad pathetic people going nowhere
If I can't make it, why should others do and be winners
They all graduate to the divisive politics of the ****** losers
Power is stopping progress and advancement because they are down
Power is bringing achievers and enterprise down they can's gain
Power is sabotaging all that is good because they are bad in all
Measly fetid minds they plot and conspire in gangrenous network
dolts, scums, unwashed losers and rejects of society, bottom feeders
Come join the Party, our specialty is chaos and disruption of winners
The pathetic jokes of the white West, losers in their own backyards
picks on an African who came from disadvantages to better them
better educated, more intelligent, cool and stylish in every way
pack full of potential, going places they can never go or reach
Our sick, mean spirited under-achievers, expert losers and scums
crawled on the war-path, riddled with envy, sick with jealousy
ruin his progress, oppose and disrupt a black man who doubles
efforts to achieve, what if losers try is given to them on a plate
What here is done for the greater good, what here is honorable
celebrated victories for psychos, racist underachievers I think not
peoples power? more sick, tormented, jealous n envious chicanery
anarchy jealousy, anarchy shame, anarchy racists, anarchy liars
One Single Black achiever demonstrates the inherent strength
and grace of our all our Ancestors against sick, persistent white oppression. That's the story here.
If its a fair war, why hide and go underground, why fight *****
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
Common arguments like which decade is better
the 90's, 80's, 70's or the 60's
each had its advantages and each had its disadvantages
good things and bad things
the same can be said for the 00's and the 10's
I'm a 90's the same decade that we got the TV show Friends
Common arguments like which football team is better
Arsenal, United, City, Chelsea or Liverpool
each club had its chances, had their time
We stood by them through the good times and the bad
the same goes for every other team
I'm a Liverpool fan, the 2005 Champions League final was like a dream
Common arguments like which *** is better
Male or Female
Each are equal but have more sexes to compete with these days
we might hate our opposites at times but we love them really
Common arguments like which country is better
U.S.A, England, Russia, China or any other country
We all have our problems, we all have our good points
Leaders might argue and fight but social networks have connected us
Our leaders might not realise but we have more in common with each other than we ever knew
we are all united in our goals and our dreams
that is a statement that is true
Common arguments some times go to far
people get hurt
one word fixes most arguments
"SORRY"
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
Sweetness, kindness, gentleness
are cures. A heart so full of love, when
girls touch it they think it will burst. Relationships for me not affectionate you
see. For I am not asinine. That is what I lack in my personality! When it does
come to me, then I will be truly ugly. My reflections to be a blur. My soul a hot melted wax that keeps the wick
from burning too quick. This curse upon me heart I thought was a gift. A plague
on modern time ways. My anger unleashed only in defense to others. Humor too
positive to laugh in front of some ones disadvantages. To caring to remark
aloud unattractive looks of another, Just for my ignorant unthoughtful
laughter. My remarks are kept at a low for others not to hear. I, too, am human;
do the same as others. I only learn from
those ***** mistakes. Raised as a gentlemen not to treat girls as a ****** toy,
only as a lover. ****** love not a lay, child at heart play! Maturity; responsibility
when called for so the landlord doesn’t kick me out the door! Food on the table
instead of ***** in my belly! Only on occasions on that one blue moon. Too big
of heart not enough aggression. Too this, a part of the curse! ....
Jul 13, 2011
Jul 13, 2011 at 2:28 PM UTC
So there’s a girl across the street
A girl to whom he’s grown accrete
A girl he’s just to scared to greet
But yet still he sits and hopes
You see she’s in love with Darren
However Darren’s in love with Karen
And Karen sits and stares at Bob, who’s probably gay, probably not,
But still he drools over Linda,
Who’s stare is blank and barren,
Pointed at the anti-nerd, football loving, guru Darren.
Yes it’s really that simple,
Forget love triangle, more love enneadecagon,
Gone,
That reminds him, as it hits his head like a hadron,
Gone,
Are his hopes of him and the girl across the street.
Her features to him, were long developed similes,
They came to his brain, seamlessly, chemically,
Of course he’s never express these feelings formally,
But to him they acted as a soothing love remedy.
Her eyes were golden like caramelised sugar,
Or the enticing qualities of slowly melting butter,
Each eye, a galaxy waiting to be discovered,
And yes he means the chocolate bar.
Her hair is crimson like strawberry laces,
Which reminds him of the disadvantages of having braces,
But he braces himself as though it’s his duty,
Braces himself for an overwhelming amount of beauty.
She talks to him about all the awful things that guys do,
She then says she wishes that more guys were like you,
She says she wants that guy to show up this year,
But what she doesn’t see, is that that he’s standing right here.
So there’s a guy across the street
A guy to whom she’s grown accrete
A guy she’s just to scared to greet
But yet still she sits and hopes
You see he’s in love with her neighbour,
A chore that she knows can be a labour,
Yet she knows she can be the saviour,
Because she is even greater
So one day to no surprise, he’s looking out with eager eyes, they lock eyes, butterflies, quite surprised, more butterflies, they remain like that til sunrise, emotions start to normalise, then fluctuate because of those **** butterflies.
So there’s a girl across the street
A girl to whom he’s grown accrete
A girl he wasn’t scared to meet
And now they live and bond
Because that girls in love with Darren,
However Darren’s in love with Karen,
But who cares,
They have each other for the rest of their days
And beyond.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 10:57 AM UTC
You were so captivating,
so beautiful and smart,
your eyes hypnotized me,
so I let my guard down.
I let you see the side of me,
that nobody has ever seen,
I let you mend my heart,
and pepper kisses all around.
You're the funny type,
and like to joke around,
but you took it too far this time,
and stabbed my heart with your laugh.
I still love you after all,
and I hope one day you'll regain my trust,
but I can't risk it,
I won't say a word,
I'll act like nothing's wrong,
because I can't bear with the thought of losing someone,
who once repaired me from head to toe.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
As the cold crept under my skin
so did your kisses
as you planted them softly
on the carpet of goosebumps
that covered my body
As the wind slapped my face
with chills
so did your hands
as they cupped my red cheeks
holding it still
marveling at the beauty
that has bewitched you
As the rain damped my hair
curling them with winter surprises
so did you fingers
as they hypnotized me to sleep
uncurling all the disadvantages of the day
As the flakes rested on my lashes
so did yours against mine
as you got close to me
synching your breath with mine
As January embraced me
with layers upon layers of wool
so did your arms
as I roll under
my sheets
feeling my skin
against
yours
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 6:31 AM UTC
paradoxically sick
poisoned through my satin-coated IV drip
drip drip drop, the minutes mirror hours
zero is one lonely number
illusory illness
poisoned so my fevered mind can undress
but then there was two, don't think i don't see you
i beg with non-moving lips
falsified delirium
you touch my deadened nerve endings, shiver...
my body bends not for you, but for your vile liquid
i will let you unfold me
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
Of course, there are distinct disadvantages to surviving a scandal:
You lose your friends.
You lose your trust.
You lost all credibility in what you dearly love.
You begin an intimate, five-day relationship, seducing a slick-barreled gun that sings your name.
But after a while, you unwrap your lips from around the gun. You grab your pen. And you write. Because when it's all said and done, that is what you do.
Write.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
Ask anyone and most would tell you
They'd love to travel
See the world
Visit foreign countries
Is that the dream?
Never call a place your home
Constantly moving, meeting new people
But you'll never open your heart completely
Think twice before you leave
Your sweet little hometown
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
She's ready to spread her wings and fly
Show her inner beauty and bloom
Sick of being told she's not good enough
When the outside's all they've seen
Not given a chance to show who she is
They turn away from her appearance
She has disadvantages
Ah has flaws
But she's her.
Jan 28, 2010
Jan 28, 2010 at 3:16 PM UTC
There is so much bad out here. But there is also such beauty.
Do you feel safe? Hold on to that feeling. There are times out here when it seems impossible to find safety anywhere.
It’s nice and warm where you are. Out here it gets cold and it seeps into your blood and your bones and makes you feel like a plant withering beneath the frost.
Do you feel loved? You have no idea of all the ways in which your heart will be torn apart out here. There are disadvantages to loving too fully. There are disadvantages to feeling too deeply.
Do you have the strength to make yourself numb when the world is too jagged and sharp?
You will have to learn to find love from within before you search for it without.
It will take you a very long time, and you will put it down and walk away and misplace it sometimes.
But one day you will open your eyes and you will see light everywhere. Things were dark for so long but now there is light and there is love,
oh, my god, there is love
and there is so much to be grateful for.
I love you.
Do you love me?
Rest easy.
Sweet dreams.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
I know that life is unfair,
and certainly it is cruel.
We've all been dealt
different hands.
All of them,
with their own special
advantages and disadvantages.
It would be wrong, to say,
I know how you feel.
Because I don't.
I can't even imagine
your life.
I can't begin
to even comprehend.
I do know this, however.
It's true what they say,
that, this too
shall come to pass.
And no pain shall last
forever. So, that being said,
stand firm.
And know this:
You are stronger,
than you can ever imagine.
You are the best there ever was,
and the best there shall ever be.
There is nothing,
NOTHING,
that can withstand
in the presence of your greatness.
So, if you're going through hell,
keep going.
For if there is darkness,
there surely is light.
And if there is light
then it must surely be me,
for I love you,
my beautiful, sweet,
Marie.
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 7:34 PM UTC
The ones with words like love, lust, or
Broken, dust, forgotten, and worst of all,
The ones with I’m sorry or
I miss you. That’s ******
Poetry. To read those words or
Feel those emotions and continue
To repeat them on thin lines of fabricated meanings
Because you have no way of escaping
Or are too much of a coward to admit them;
Writing for emotional advantages or
Disadvantages, to persuade others
Or yourself. That’s ****** poetry,
The clichés and hand holdings, dripping with
Redpinkblack ink, and I’s dotted with hearts.
Just to pretend that for a second in time
They made you feel
Poetry. But it’s not true. You
Did not feel those words, those words
That have hammered the ideals of
love.
Society has us falling for ******
Poetry. Beware of the useless
“jargon” created by ones “love”
For you. It’s all the same.
Now dear,
All I’mtrying to say is I want
You, but not your ****** poetry.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 5:21 PM UTC
I present as a strong figure,
A father who is decisive,
Fair and consensual
To the point of sacrifice.
I overheard:
Don't worry. It's only Dad.
Well, that's not quite true.
I'm not belly-aching,
How many picture frames,
Or video clips
Will you find me in?
Who held the camera
For twenty years?
King Hamlet knew:
Remember me.
You should know
I have the feelings
Of the aggregate.
We share fear.
I know you're afraid. Me too, but
You learn to live with it,
And sensitivity is a strong potion.
I see reflections of my eyes in yours.
You're easily hurt.
I hide this one.
You're learning to do the same.
Can't blame you, but fair warning:
The benefits and disadvantages
Are equally weighed.
No doubt we've been involved
In abandonment and lonliness.
Being sensitive,
You overthink everything.
Don't.
It causes worry;
Worry begets worry.
Too much time worrying.
It's an emotional overkill.
***** me, I bleed.*
Dads are sentient
Under shining armor.
You can tell by the chinks.
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
This is a very explicite poem
im gonna hit that *****
shes gonna be gushing blood from her stitches
i can tell her whole bodies got twitches
my nine is gonna make her whine
that ***** better make my dome shine
im gonna backhand that ***
she better not **** with my head
or shes gonna be in the streets
and not in my bed
****** up a million times
wish i could take it back
but she has no right to make my anger snap and crack
my hearts burning like the hot heat of a flame
im gonna ***** this ***** up and wont have any shame
i'll admit im an angel that cant sing
sitting back and letting her do her thing
feeling weak in my soul, body and mind
got more potential then any producer could find
got nowhere in life with her by my side
but in my heart, she has left and died
now the puddle of blood at the foot of my shoes
theres no way that this far into it, i could lose
but being madly in love has its disadvantages
but for now that skanky ***** is in bandages
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 2:26 PM UTC
Words and images
Of hate and despair.
Concrete walls
And iron bars.
Divisions of the soul.
Loathing, ceaseless strife.
Happiness vanishing
Within the night.
Masses herded.
Shivering in lonely seasons.
Unprepared, pretentious
Mongers of greed.
A small plant
Bending towards sunlight
While trampled
Under foot.
Insane, mundane
Theoretical disadvantages.
The universe has no use
For the virus of
The Human Race.
******* dry and
Leaving empty.
Necessities unreplenished.
The moon
History of the last
Failed experiment.
Future doomed
Of history's repent.
Repetitious reinventions
Gone with the limbs of
The serpent.
Contagious, voracious
Blissful ignorance.
Blinded, blurred
Worth of self.
Dependently independent.
Unable to close the gap
Between tomorrow and
The now.
Following too closely
In the wake of
Destruction.
Abandoned,
Unable to change course.
Eternal frailty.
Impregnated with
Foreign thoughts
And foreign words.
Somewhere lost in
The granules of time.
Wrapped up in the eternity
Of my own mind.
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 3:59 PM UTC
If I were an ant, what disadvantages are mine?
If I may love with all my being,
being an ant?
You would then be, I mean,
I would then be,
imperceptible in the grand balance of power.
If I were an ant, I think I could do no evil.
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 5:28 PM UTC
I was forced to forget you again,
I was forced before, but now this is insane.
I guess I jumped the gun,
But you know I was just trying to help you in the long run.
After you said good bye,
All I did was sit down and sigh.
You know, I guess being hurt has its advantages,
And also it's stupid disadvantages.
So I guess you lied,
I tried to be there, you can't say I haven't tried.
Then, it began to rain,
And of course I sat there and got drenched to release my pain.
You said your past had been grey,
And I told you I would walk with you every step of the way.
Well I guess destiny has decided to split our roads,
I stood there for abit, but time seems as if it has slowed.
Well I guess this is good bye, your road turns and goes back to our small little border town,
While mine goes over fields of green, and down into the big city's downtown.
I'm sorry I was annoying,
I didn't know I was keeping you from the life you were enjoying.
Well I guess my mind is decided,
And I will prevent my road from being damaged and undivided.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC
the things and thoughts and memories
we keep so private
not even those closest to us
are supposed to know
are those that make up
our individuality
we need
as experts say
this very core of our privacy
so we can say
I am different
I have a secret
nobody else has
I am not sure
yet I have come to understand
secrecy also has disadvantages
torn between privacy
and the desire to share
we are drawn towards confession
or get paranoid
in order to maintain
The Secret
unaware
that almost everybody
knows it
anyway
* * *
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
the outside of the house
was looking rather dull
and over a color chart
I did ponder and mull
a shade of maroon
made for great appeal
so did a rich shade
of Kensington teal
with the color decided
for the paint job
into the local hardware store
I did nonchalantly lob
the chap behind the counter
asked if he could assist
I said of course you can
as I waved my wrist
we walked to the paint and putty
section of the store
where there were gallons of paint
sitting on the floor
we discussed the advantages
and disadvantages of exterior gloss
and I opted for a shade
known by the name of Rock Moss
the paint was placed in the trunk
of my Nissan four wheel drive
I then set out for home with a paint
which would bring my house alive
the overalls that were in the tool shed
I quickly hauled on
and I proceeded to paint
the exterior walls with great aplomb
there I was on ladder high
slapping the paint brush around
when all of a sudden
I landed face first on the ground
the house painting job
came to an abrupt finish
ye olde ladder and I parted company
after the skirmish
a painting contractor is finalizing
what I didn't quite complete
and by next Friday week
he'll have the outside of the house looking neat
it has been an adventure
improving the exterior of my home
yet I wouldn't have had the adventure
but for the ladder wanting to roam
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 7:24 AM UTC
The power of speech
is to get people's attention.
It is the most powerful words
that it may sweep you off.
They convey everything
to small to big thoughts.
Either, negative or positive.
Words of speech has advantages
& disadvantages as well.
It may vary on how you
can relate it to people.
Some may bad or
some may good to others.
Some are sweet or some are bitter.
They are like a magnetic shield
flowing on top of your tongue.
It drives you crazy, insane.
Provokes you or less.
But will give you lessons
to teach you in your life.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
Detractors and admirers
of Europe,
I have always heard speak
of economic advantages and disadvantages
in this campaign
but I have never
never
heard speak of ideals.
I thought I was European.
Am I?
And if I am,
what does European mean?
24.6.'16
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC