"favoritism" poems
We need negativity
It's the only thing more potent than the potion of positivity
While we concern ourselves with the priority of support that positivity brings
Negativity is what makes up move
It's the faults we strive to perfect
In the aspect of perfect
Perfect itself is seen as positive to the point of negative outcomes
To pick on looks or physical attributes
To be stepped on
These are the negative effects of favoritism
That let humans know they are humans to other humans in the best of ways
It's the negative the humbles
And the positive that opens possibilities
Only to fall on the cushion
It's the negative that wraps the fear into a burrito and the positivity that plates it on hope
It fills us while the other gives flavor
And while you might disagree
I just talking about human equality
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
At a very small age, much too young
to know what a true love felt like,
I learned that I’d never be the
special girl in your life.
I could see from the distance already
wedged between us that there would
always be a much larger section
of your heart that I’d never be
good enough to fill.
I was only a very small part of
your world, taking up a tiny section
of your heart like a sliver wedged
deep inside the membrane of your
greatest ***** like a paper cut to the
side of your finger; so small just to push
aside but too much pain to forget completely.
I was the mistake you were trying to
move on from, to put behind you,
to forget about me as if I never existed.
Even from a modest age, I knew how
to long after a man who barely knew that
I belonged to him.
You were out of my league;
in a total different game.
I could hang on to someone like they were
the air I needed inside my lungs to breathe.
But you only ever wanted to be let go.
Oxygen is nothing that I’ll ever be able to touch.
You taught me what it meant to be temporary
before I would ever know what commitment was
and I learned soon enough that
they didn’t mean the same thing.
I tried and I tried and I tried
to be your girl.
I experienced my first broken heart
when you asked her to marry you.
We never had a relationship
but she became the wedge between
our potential friendship.
I learned what heartbreak felt like by a
man who said he loved me but had
the strangest way of showing it.
I learned that actions spoke louder than words
but sometimes actions didn’t speak at all.
I learned to never believe the truth
because you’d taught me how good a lie
felt within my ears;
like the harmony of an orchestra whose
conductor was blind to the instruments
being played in front of him.
We’ve never known harmony;
always out of tune,
I hated the sound of music.
I loved fairytales but hated Cinderella
and the reality that she brought to my life.
Blood wasn’t thicker;
It meant nothing to be related biologically
when romantic love came into play.
From a young age, I learned the world
was a cruel and unfair place
and I had to fight from my
corner of the ring by myself.
I learned what favoritism meant
and not because you chose me.
I learned temporary,
but never knew commitment.
The ratio of lies to truths was far greater.
After knowing distance,
I knew how to be cautious.
After you broke my heart,
I learned hate.
I knew how it felt to hate before
I would ever know how to love.
I knew it like the back of my hand;
more than I could ever know you.
But it’s time I taught myself something
so I’m learning forgiveness.
I forgive you,
for not knowing what it means
to be a father.
I forgive you for never choosing me
and for always picking her.
I tried and I tried and I tried
to be daddy’s girl,
but you never allowed me that privilege
and your heart was never large enough
for both of us,
so I forgive you for loving her more;
I forgive you for being my dad.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
We all notice it.
We just hate seeing it.
But in families and jobs.
It does exist.
Even, while the person doing it.
Works harder to deny it.
Siblings gets the blunt of it.
And some truly enjoys it.
While others tries to avoid it.
Yes, favoritism.
It's been preached.
That Jesus had his close associates.
But they all had a mission to accomplish.
Grand parents.
We know they know its wrong.
But many parents sings this familar song.
Favoritism.
Where kids even speaks it with truth?
Really.
Do you not comprehend?
That they brighter than many appears.
Notice.
Truly notice.
That the one you love and delight it.
Sometimes goes the distance to be fair.
Many understands the pressure placed upon them.
And these are the ones we wants to be fair.
When it comes to things belonging to them.
Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 5:30 AM UTC
You can assume what you want you're probably right
This is a never ending story
A special heart broke apart is the downside of favoritism
To live today with a awfully wedded wife
Can coincide with the upside to fablism
Can you stand up with or aside a revolution
It's still a time of movement
This is the start of a revolution
In the mind of a mover who constantly dreams of destruction
Fail or win
Now that's its over
You can become addicted to the fact that you want it back
Just that very dream or memory
Can leave you so high
That a skydiving crash would feel like a descent towards pillowed daffodils
Now histamines flare up
Now swollen about to pop
You've never been so high
The perfect quality to qualify the high you have
But quantity Is the one thing no one can grasp
Have none to share none
If you don't have it for yourself first
You can't give something you don't have enough for even yourself
This is the blank meaning for inspiration
For inspiring an unborn child
Maybe it's the missing meaning
Blank blank blank
It still means nothing when nothing is there
So why take this walk
Why write lines the continue to feel like nothing
Why scream on top of the mountain of the faintest echo won't reach the mightiest of ears hearing to tell the world of an achievement
That no one fortunately cares about
An empty sentient being
It's more interpersonal than that
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
If you grasp tight to your
individualism,
Give in to all the
romanticism,
Rid of any
materialism,
Confide within
professionalism,
Drop all acts of
favoritism,
Eject from any
vulgarism,
Open up to
socialism,
Advocate
activism,
Realize you are an
organism,
Forget about any
perfectionism,
And explore inside
transcendentalism,
You will look up into complete
mesmerism
of how all the stars are
symbolism
for the billion versions of
creationism
that you've ever lived,
and will live.
Sep 13, 2011
Sep 13, 2011 at 8:57 PM UTC
Feels like slavery
With weight our shoulders
Havent We endured enough?
From One Bolder To The Next?
Like needles draining our blood for energy
The White Gold of Saturn
Using Led from congress
Our Spring Streams Have Run Dried
Directed into a Different lines and Process
Guarded by Projects With Capitalism at its finest
Racism and favoritism.
The Collective Body Shivers .
With stretch lines on her skin with her magnitude of her tears.
The stages of legions unleashed.
Souls in battle using a leash.
Things have been disowned and blown.
The Headdress will take its throne.
The Shield Into El-dorado that is known.
Grids awaken from the Amerindian parts of the jaguars tradition.
Collective religious cultures unleashed from its disposition.
The beauty that brings a new position.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 7:10 PM UTC
I wake up and see so many things,
always different from yesterday.
Today I'm going fishing.
But I must not allow myself
to focus on the worms or
on the death of the worms,
We went out early in the morning,
before sunrise,
The early bird catches the worm;
the early worm catches the prize.
And we caught many more
than the others!!
Getting up before sunrise
is a secret known to the wise.
On the end of my cane pole, a bamboo stick, really,
hangs a thin fishing line, about twenty feet out,
Attached with a bobbin, a lead sinker and a hook
Threaded on the hook is the worm
which I've lowered into the water
from the pole I'm dangling from
the low dock jutting out into the pond
I see the first fish I catch!
I feel powerful and horrible
and proud at being the best!
My catch is the biggest one yet!
It is similar to a cat chasing a bird.
The bird is innocent,
but the cat gives in to the chase
with no ill will, instead,
blessed by God, the gift...to be a cat.
It is not easy being a cat.
God gave to the cat, nine lives
to fall back on, in case of being
thrown off a roof by a ruthless
boy who is curious to see
if it will land on it's feet.
The cat is now down to eight
A bird chased by a teenage kitten
must learn to fly if it's to survive.
Nature's timing for the offspring
does not support favoritism.
But it happens anyway.
There is always one in the nest
That the mother bird loves the best.
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 11:31 AM UTC
something stirred and alive came forth
out of my own heart it spoke
*all creation is of equalities
sister brother relations
here is truth*
not to let it pass untested
i made an agreement
with belief
*blade of summer grass
teach me
dust speck
gold starshine
water droplet
prisms
fortuitous spider
i hear your messages*
spider moved in her sun-sparkled circle
she threw me spider kisses
but when i gave her kisses back
some voice came booming
*humanity is the golden crown
of god's achievement*
and the spirit of these words then took flight,
transversed my landscape,
crossed an ocean's width of time
and dropped under the waves
with the natural weight
its distorted truth
practices of superiority
of ********** of killing exploitation
rose from the collective--
flashed their white lightening
but struck counter--
diluting dissolving disarming
greediness and favoritism
manipulation and lies
expectation of privilege
so called divine right
a voice it came again
so that greater love
may have heard itself
*all creation is conscious
all is alive all are equal*
*none is better or worse
than another*
remember this
to practice
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
Peak temperature water levels fake diagnoses white psychopaths starving hunger jingoism violence [systems that deprive us] guns entitlement shots fired accidents grief/mourning choking hazard corporate mascots corporate favoritism corporate bailouts corporate people ideology without monitor nationalism patriotism conservatives patriarchy murder-rape-suicide victim silence lack of conviction religious ********** false history infant mortality job insecurity invisible hands trickle down economics union busters corporate police brutal police evil police secret police debt bankruptcy foreclosure homelessness lost confused prisoner criminal banker war preparations propaganda ballots commercials advertisements campaigns money power puppets figureheads armies genocides **** bomb gas fire no survival violence wealthy lawyers assassinations heart complications death sleep.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC
“Vehicular Favouritism”
Opinion is how to know the best kind,
What preference hath thee of the best car?
For best may be based on the shiny find,
Is best not simply what takes thee so far?
The sights we see attract thine eye of gold,
Why pay unemployable hope and dream?
The best is but the one in heart found bold,
Doth it raise heart and soul? Or self-esteem?
The ride you find to be at utmost high,
Is this the one that you daily befriend?
May it differ how thine neighbor doth fly,
Do you favour the ones they recommend?
Think of this thought now short-- which is the best?
Four wheels and an engine-- matter the rest?
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
Gloating before the unrequited,
We find the dashing, sanctioned, and corrupt.
Their brave hearts undeserving,
Granted only by the conquests of their fathers,
And the favoritism of Nature's *****
There were countless sleepless nights spent amid your memories.
Your cruel indifference, the Nightmare on my chest.
You are unworthy and wretched. Disgraceful and dishonorable.
Unfit and useless. Discordant and dissident.
Your true love is apathy.
And still, despite a noble effort,
I always find my thoughts ...
Returning to you.
Feb 6, 2011
Feb 6, 2011 at 7:15 PM UTC
i know i don't really want to live on my own
such a drag to be honest.
this thing we are doing feels so wrong
******* my mind and left bruised inside.
as if i'm still apart of you
pretending we are together.
impossible.
but still i want you.
still i contend to offend our sacred hearts
as if they were art.
what happened to Nonpareil of Favor?
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC
Favoritism, what a great way to treat kids
Pick your favorite, forget the others
Make them hate themselves
Let them cry alone in the night
The twinkle in the eyes,
The twinkle that shows pride
How that mere thing can be something for which a man yearns the most
He'll never have that twinkle
He'll never make anyone proud
Pretend they don't exist
They start to believe it
They begin to bleed just for someone to notice
No one loves enough to stop the bleeding
Insult after insult
They hide the bruises
The cracks it makes on the soul
No one sees them drown in their depression
Parents leaving when children start to die
Returning to find the undead
The gods of the past
The protectors of the young
They are not God
So ask Him for forgiveness
Notice who they've become
See their marks
See that fire that makes them fight
The pain didn't shatter them
Just left them forever scarred
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
Oh my god, what have you done to your hair
Please tell me you didn’t buy those clothes with the money I gave you
What happened to the you that I use to know?
Why are you doing these things to yourself?
What have you done to my baby girl.
And there we go: that right there is just it.
Your baby girl isn’t the correct terms anymore
Don’t you remember when I was little,
All the times I ran around looking like I did.
You can’t tell me that you thought I’d really grow out of that.
When I was just a wee kid I think deep down I knew, I was just unsure of what it meant.
When I was only in the fifth grade I had a girlfriend, but we didn’t really know that.
Love, and what does that truly mean?
Favoritism, lying, shame, broken- hearted, depression, think on all of that.
Do any of the above mean crap to you now?
I know I’m not the favorite kid you don’t have to fake it anymore.
Face this, we all know that I’m the unwanted, the black sheep, bah bah.
Although I will give you that you both help me out a lot.
What is the reasoning behind this you ask, but I shall not give you the answer you want.
The reasoning is for me to explain that who I am is who I will always be.
Maybe I’ll even improve on the person I know I am supposed to be.
I know it’s not either of your faults that I didn’t develop the right parts.
I would change the way I am if I could because no it’s not easy, trust me I hate it too.
It’s a chemical imbalance they say, something you can be born with.
Why am I sitting here pouring out my heart that I already have on my sleeve?
I have no reason to believe that anything could even matter at this point.
We all know I will be me and you will disapprove regardless.
You say you love me in which I do believe that you both do.
My only thing is I feel as if I’m just not what you wanted.
Hell I wasn’t even meant to be so maybe that’s why I’m the black sheep.
Baahh Baahh cried the poor baby sheep.
Wiping the tears of my face now, I’m sorry dad. I’m sorry, mom.
I didn’t mean for this to happen, I hope you don’t mind another son.
I know it’s going to be heart breaking and mostly against God as you always say.
I know life isn’t meant to be perfect maybe that’s why I’m cursed with this pain.
The fear of it all is so scary I wish I could truly change.
I hope you know this has nothing to do with my preference in which I’m with.
For that sake is another topic we shall not address for now.
With all this out on the table now, I say it’s time to eat, feast on it with however you want my dear parents.
To the final tale about how the baby girl became a grown man no one ever knew about.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
I don't want to be
Him, over there showing his scars off like some badass
Or her over there the loner, but beyond the truth she has more skeletons in her closet than you
Or the other person in the corner
Hiding from the world and thinks it's fine, but daylight is burning
Or the guy whose in denial, doesn't want to learn and thinks everything is fine In the current situation
I can't keep up
Seek what we sunk
Time lacks patience
But to define myself as a whole person
Accepting these perfect flaws and let them worsen
I have to chose and unwillingly
Have already chosen
You think you can beat me
See my flaw is not revenge its spite its the passion of proving you wrong the makes it ignite
I gotta remember
I'm not one of them
I have to be something different
Something better than
A person that text and goes on social media more than a 9 to 5 job to fill an aspiration
But I can't be the one who mocks those who social "medialize" and make my own words up just to show how pathetic they are
By far
I'm the worst
I dislike favoritism
So I can't fully tolerate relationships
And don't have the patience for lovey dovey antics
Or just some pet peeves
You don't have to end it I will leave
Oh and the self loathing
What a hypocrite am I
I go with whatever works instead or what my true self wants
A color without colors
However like you on facebook or you who have accomplished an amazing feet some much that an applause is needed
You are not special
And those who claim to be tied to no soul and blatantly put Yan in my life and theirs
You're not special
And through this raving and ranting of useless words making the sentences and sentences that make phrases to let me borrow the holy power of the context of these words
You are not special
It doesn't make a difference
I'm never going to be different
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
I want to paint this on your skin,
what prevents your spirit from trembling.
What makes your flavor fluctuate,
Is there something special I can serve you.
I came to you on two firm legs,
smoothed the covers, and lifted you from that bed.
You came with full breaths
Palefire, and unblended acceptance.
My frown will not speak of you,
but your pride steals the covers.
With a hurricane in your chest
, and a sadness that rips me to death.
I just realized my folly, five seconds after
Touching my finger to a false heart.
Took your polished please, without giving a thank you.
Brilliant resplendence of your redolent virtue.
Arms clenched, a wool sweater, bitter.
Leisurely cassette tapes, guide down to the truth.
The airy pleasures I have grasped at the heights
Match not the singular joy, in the cup of coffee in the garden
Of shredded roses, and bone carvings.
Favoritism, lies in the past, and it won't change.
What has been done, trumps what shall be done.
You won already. All I ask, is you guide me.
My hands and wrists, like leaders,
Gently wrapped around your skull,
So I can cradle that delicately invincible brain,
Mending skin and hair with perfection.
And this? This I will carve into the table that you took away
from loving me.
My love for you mirrors your footprints, into the infinity of oblivion.
.
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 7:20 AM UTC
I like accelerating
As fast as it can get there
(Because even if it is a Saab,
It's still a sports car)
I like accelerating in the fog
Pressing forward into the unknown darkness
Past the hanging anglerfish lure
On every street lamp
I like to think Keats would like it
(Driving fast in the dark where you know
There's no speed traps)
And I like the word "like" in poetry
Because love on the page means something so
Different from what I mean
(It's a word that
I don't want you associating with me)
Unless you're here to cast me as your Last
Duchess because I love you as much as
I love driving in the dark as much as
I love this song as much as
I love your shoes and I love your eyes
(but I really do love your eyes)
So I don't like the word "love" because it
Implies some kind of favoritism that I'm not
Willing to give you if it means
I only like this song
Means using that word all wrong
Because you're not better than my Saab-
(you just have nicer eyes)
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 6:08 PM UTC
A journey into destiny
Inspiration without enduring pity
It is not a trip through a city
However it is living within reality
Years of separation
A time when writing was a enemy in not
A hidden curse being a plot
In justice in not letting your mind expand
Exercising your rights documented in creed on the United States land
Your writing was meant to reach
It was part of education in all to teach
Words have no favoritism
Actions are only disturbing needing a direct response
Writing falls partly into that category
Words construct in how the writer feels with all the conditions that apply
Endless moments from a past with a cry
Every thinking moment becomes a writing try
Every idea is another day in being wise
Life understanding becomes wisdom absorbed
Those moments alone becomes a concept explored
Back in slavery days, reading and writing wasn’t an option
Yet it was educating one’s mind to take a chance
However, it was Freedom Writers who had courage and Faith to step out
Your writing was meant to reach
It was part of education in all to teach
Words have no favoritism
Actions are only disturbing needing a direct response
Writing falls partly into that category
Words construct in how the writer feels with all the conditions that apply
Endless moments from a past with a cry
Every thinking moment becomes a writing try
Every idea is another day in being wise
Life understanding becomes wisdom absorbed
Those moments alone becomes a concept explored
Back in slavery days, reading and writing wasn’t an option
Yet it was educating one’s mind to take a chance
It didn’t matter if one didn’t advance
However, it was Freedom Writers who had courage and Faith to step out
Today, opportunity plays its part in giving you assurance that you have the talent to write
I am not trying to be polite
I want to help someone to come out of the shadows and be among into the light
Freedom Writers is what it says, and they have given you the floor plan in writing in what they think
Write where others cannot
Think where others are uncertain
Encourage where negativity has been applied
Your realize will certainly be your observation eyes
Be enthused with every writing try
Our Forefathers who wrote paved the way in how each of us write today
As a writer, you are the destined voice
You had some doubt, but you became the choice
You are “Freedom write with Liberty gained”.
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 9:46 AM UTC
When I look at my mother.
I see love.
I see happiness.
I see gladness.
I see joy.
Only, if I could be like my dad.
To the woman I love.
The quality of this man stands out.
In person.
And when he's out.
Around the house we knew we was love.
And we saw more of it.
The way he treated our mother.
To disrespect her.
Meant you was disrespecting him.
Which he soon corrected.
Whenever you was in the company of him.
He has his limits.
To what he tolerated.
And you knew his requirements.
Of what he expected when out.
And at the dinner table.
Favoritism was never shown.
We were treated the same.
But we witnessed that with mother.
He loved her in multiple ways.
We often hear about loving a woman
from a woman's perspective.
On the way that a boy treats his mom.
Except to many men.
It came from the way a good father treated his mom.
So when I look at mother.
I see love.
And from the smile she wears.
It was put there by dad.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 9:38 AM UTC
Favoritism at its finest
you are divine in my eyes
may I imply that your aura is euphoric
and I can not tell if the more I know you
I am more lost or found than before
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
But it's the favoritism that kills.
When your loved one is hurt,
what's most important?
That he learns to stand up for himself,
Or that he is avenged and is treated fairly?
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC
There is one advantage to being self-employed. You can show favoritism in selecting the "Employee of the Week."
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 6:34 AM UTC
I almost made it to the finish line
but somewhere along I took a wrong turn
segregation’s aftermath still lingering
self inflicted prejudice over one’s skin abstained
self antagonism over one’s curl pattern deeply rooted
self oppugnancy over one’s own race persistent
I know I’m not on the right course
yet blindly I continue
shackling the dependent to me
as i spiral down this cascade
too intimidated to speak out
too worried about social acceptance
too cowardly to admit it
taught that color coding is inferior
but favoritism to a specific color is acceptable
I see police brutality to a specific race
whereas other countries see
Americans killing other Americans
Republicans and Democrats both preach unity
Yet stand divided in one house
but I’m in constant denial
because I was raised as a hypocrite
I want change
but only half of me is willing to fish for that change
it wasn't always the way
minorities didn’t have a voice
so they fought for one
generations later they hoard that voice
locked in a shed
collecting dust
My people have the tools
therefore
don't be fooled
because it’s only a matter of time
before they put them to use
and mold a beautiful sculpture
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 12:35 PM UTC
We always laugh so well together...
Favoritism reasons are obvious.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC