"generalisation" poems
I cannot not hear you,
Your voice,
and your paper bags rustling,
full of gifts.
For the season that’s in it.
You will bring them home,
wrap them.
Offer them up with Love.
With Love.
We are all capable of Love.
Even you.
Despite your mouth, your words, your hate.
Muslims.
All of them.
You say it loud enough for ‘BurkaBurka’ to hear.
(Your words not mine).
She who stares out the window,
proud face,
sweaty palms holding the bar with a
white knuckle grip.
It’s a hijab, by the way.
Soft H.
I figure to myself,
if I too, were to indulge in ignorance,
and if I too,
were to go down the broad generalisation route;
lethargic sigh
I bow my head in shame and,
my heart leaks inside,
as I think of your ancestors.
Your Caucasian, European, Christian ancestors.
Your bloodline.
MY Bloodline.
Your line-of-blood.
Our long thick crusty trail of blood.
I stand between you and she.
I smile but I know she cannot see.
It’s us against them.
Just get me off, off, off this tram.
She thinks, I imagine.
And my heart cries for the blood on my hands,
that you reminded me of.
And it cries for the backs of the world’s indigenous peoples
and slaves that my ancestors paved a New World over.
And their children’s children’s children thinking
that their hands are clean
just because
their victims
are
forgotten.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
I could if I wished add to the list,
it goes on if I do or do not
I could imagine or throw in my lot
with
the wandering minstrels
then I've got songs good or sad
I could add.
I imagine
the preen if the peacock can preen is a scene clipped from Dante's inferno
I know
I have been there
my plumes facing where
the air meets resistance.
I have fought and have failed
seized the day and been jailed
the German in me
don't give a
Fuchs
but it's a patch under par
and I have no wish to be a
generalisation
a mile post that marks the end of a civilisation.
I am the art
in me
the living part
of me
and the only piece you see
is that what you want me to be
If it is a list and any addition I may make could be possibly missed
Tough.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC
A kiss hits the lips,
As cotton wool cannon ball,
Full power,
Dusting of icing sugar flies in my eyes,
Blinded by sweetness,
Cos love never dies!
Love may become blinded,
Or lost in a mist,
Keep on practising,
You'll soon get the gist,
Believe can evade her,
Never you can,
Because woman is woman,
And you're fickle man,
Not in generalisation,
Love lives in this nation,
She believes like I,
In world **********
Without love,
There's nothing left!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 12:18 PM UTC
A kiss hits the lips,
As cotton wool cannon ball,
Full power,
Dusting of icing sugar flies in my eyes,
Blinded by sweetness,
Cos love never dies!
Love may become blinded,
Or lost in a mist,
Keep on practising,
You'll soon get the gist,
Believe can evade her,
Never you can,
Because woman is woman,
And you're fickle man,
Not in generalisation,
Love lives in this nation,
She believes like I,
In world **********
Without love,
There's nothing left!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
You asked me if I wanted
to go to the movies
Said you had an extra ticket
And here I'm doing the math:
On your party last weekend
Your boyfriend analyzed my boredom
The empty look in my eyes
Quickly I proceeded to having fun
A few days later you forwarded
Two job adds from your account
One of which I was underqualified for
But thanks for the compliment
One was to work at a Bio store
Thanks for the gross generalisation
But sincerely thanks for the effort x
And finally today out of the blue
You have one extra ticket
That's you, him and me
Free tickets come in pairs Sis
It's either 2 or 4
And so I asked you:
Is this an intervention?
"...no... See you saturday"
Hope you recovered well
From the violent pantsfire :)
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC