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Jessica-Amaya Aug 2014
I'm the girl who wants to be someone else

Who wants fame just to be loved

Who falls in love with the wrong people

And ingores the right people

The girl who tells herself this year will be different
And it never is

The girl who acts tough but is the most sensitive girl you'll ever meet

Who is embarrassed of her hobbies because she fears she won't fit in

The girl who is called unique but doesn't believe them
smallhands Nov 2014
DC
I'm in the nation's capital
And it feels like the centre of the universe
Everyone drinks their coffee and ingores
each other, the cold nipping at the
skin exposed slightly beneath their sweaters
Is that where it all happens?
Do the things they decide there affect me?
The buildings' windows are transparent
WANTED signs, and I look up at them
somewhat admirably
I don't know whether I love or hate
this country
It is either great or evil, and the extremes
polarise further with my continuing to see
people people people people
They crowd the centre of the universe

-c.j.
Mateuš Conrad Jan 2018
says the gimp, says the:
i also had a wish:
had i the chance to exhort
the same power....
           instead all i have is a
hood to entwine with a kippah...
       and then there's the:
i'm supposed to laugh...
             i was born
of night:
      have asserted
a presence with foxes
and chased dear into formation...
       of a missing ****...
i am empty on the ***** -
i am Tokyo friendly:
London is a *******-worth of a
tourist-actraction -
    you, need, to, be, reassured,
concerning, a draft: of being:
reproducible...
                    the draft being:
you are born father,
you are born mother...
   sit and beside yourself with
ever having a brother or, sis...
  how will the asiatic spirit
of yapan ever unlearn
to mimic the european?
            well... ask  me:
why do the Yaps fly with
the europeans in the ski jumping
competitions?
            lippy *******!
gimp says who...
    says who? says gimp says who...
    says: i fetish a ******
and a latex bride...
                but then there's
you with a hard-on to make
me the double-inseminate mech.
  and that's because i was really
allowed to fathom such a cruelty...
i was really a double-inseminate mech.,
because i was both ***** and live (f)
giver! ****! why don't you just turn me
into the Polish Catholic church -
and then ask the migrants...
who, being non-migrant:
        are harder to concern oneself with
in comparison to the "exploiters"
of: hard, earned, cash...
but no...
         you need drowning migrants
to "get the picture"...
              dumb worth of wit...
i really need a tokyo eye-exam...
         but then of course i come from
a city that has failed...
                i wouldn't have become an
economic migrant:
     if the city managed to survive...
hence not sympathy vote...
               hence the humanitarian "vote"...
whatever the **** that is
with the "guarantee" of pop media...
          the failure of socialism having
killed 100 million people is not that
they killed them,
   it's that WESTERN capitalism failed
having failed naming them...
      individual, i.e.: so what's
the problem with everyone being so
important?!
             "i" thought everyone was
so suddenly "important"?
             no? they weren't?
so... why the **** did i hurdle
to create economic migrants?!
              the point where you start *******
me off, read good, is where i start to stall
your ambitions, and leave you:
*******! no...
you can excuse migration for anything
other than economic gain...
  your take on economics
without a base for economic migration
ingores the death of Soviets...
       hence you needing
a cultural subversion...
     it doesn't really ask the question
whether you need it, or don't...
       you already have it!
      i'm here... to just ******* the joystick:
and it's not on behalf of the russians:
mind you;
              i'm a freed pronoun entity...
    well... if i can't be a Pole,
i can't really Zee und Ur -
         blank me via: ergo there's no vice...
and versus becomes neutral...
fiddler on the roof shimmy:
if i were a ritch man:
   worthy of a *** change...
  yabbad - tip toe: churn the milking
of a cow: had i: but a jew to tell, a, joke.
- but i have been scolded for
adding "extra" letters!
   ha-yam ha-don ha-scon!
the the the,
             and i, belittled shay:
  to show a dire owed...
         to have lived...
   but to also have wishing in wishing
the world intact:
      in that you have owned
it for the core purpose of
selecting the Jew in his "promise"...
then i would not concern
myself with a theology...
as the Jew applied himself to
the perfected ontology of a
blacksmith: for i lived:
                the un-doubting man;
but i have lived a man denying:
what i have nothing to doubt;
with an anonymous coming from
a prophet your
     people hate the most!
     said so said the fiddler on the roof:
and... the last forgotten word
to concern the women!
        as if... it were the first,
of a child akin to a yawn...
      but as such is the case:
     i'll allow myself no fortune to
project into: other than a past...
and a history of the grave to abide by.

of what i wrote:
  thankfully i understand very little:
because? i have no
    jewish audacity... just for fun!
but because i'm Polish and not German,
i'm to be blamed for the Holocaust....
which is the funny bit,
in what's funny about the stereotype
of being a Jew...
             while also having poor
cousins to skive off having a highest opinion
of: counter epitome of Giza?
  Biblical: said: unreplicable: with no counter:
said!

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