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"mistreatment" poems
I am not at fault. I didn't do anything wrong. Why am I being treated as though I did? Stop it with the pity and the shame. I am not ashamed. I don't need pity. Especially not yours. Life is messed up, but I am not. One in five. one in five. ONE IN FIVE One in five LGBTQ+ people have been mistreated because of their ****** orientation. It's not that hard to find these statistics. Look it up. Look up anything about LGBTQ+ people and I'm sure you'll find mistreatment. I'm sure you'll find harm. I'm sure you'll find that they harm themselves. Because they feel at fault. It's not their fault that they feel a common emotion towards another person you, selfish, close-minded.. mmm. No. Four in five. four in five. FOUR IN FIVE Don't talk about it. The way they were mistreated. If you don't really get that If you can't  really fathom that Almost all of them Almost every single one of these people that have been mistreated don't even talk about it they don't reach out they don't tell anyone NEARLY HALF of LGBTQ+ people in school are bullied Are mistreated Are hurt Are mocked Are called names *** ****** *** In school. Yeah, bullying happens all the time over stupid **** All the time. Wearing glasses, looking different, being gay. I get it. It happens. Whatever. Nearly half. "72 countries criminalise same-sex relationships ... The death penalty is either ‘allowed’, or evidence of its existence occurs, in 8 countries In more than half the world, LGBT people may not be protected from discrimination by workplace law Most governments deny trans people the right to legally change their name and gender from those that were assigned to them at birth Between 2008 and 2014, there were 1,612 trans people were murdered across 62 countries - equivalent to a killing every two days A quarter of the world’s population believes that being LGBT should be a crime" Oh hey, just some statistics. Isn't that interesting. Isn't it cool to take a step back and check that out. That's pretty crazy huh? Pretty outrageous. But, you know, maybe if you weren't such a *** I did nothing wrong. I tried to stop it. I tried. But how can you stop Doing What Is Natural. People are hurting People are dying People are being killed People are killing themselves Stop it with the pity and the shame. We are not to blame.
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Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
Shame on
I am not at fault. I didn't do anything wrong. Why am I being treated as though I did? Stop it with the pity and the shame. I am not ashamed. I don't need pity. Especially not yours. Life is messed up, but I am not. One in five. one in five. ONE IN FIVE One in five LGBTQ+ people have been mistreated because of their ****** orientation. It's not that hard to find these statistics. Look it up. Look up anything about LGBTQ+ people and I'm sure you'll find mistreatment. I'm sure you'll find harm. I'm sure you'll find that they harm themselves. Because they feel at fault. It's not their fault that they feel a common emotion towards another person you, selfish, close-minded.. mmm. No. Four in five. four in five. FOUR IN FIVE Don't talk about it. The way they were mistreated. If you don't really get that If you can't  really fathom that Almost all of them Almost every single one of these people that have been mistreated don't even talk about it they don't reach out they don't tell anyone NEARLY HALF of LGBTQ+ people in school are bullied Are mistreated Are hurt Are mocked Are called names *** ****** *** In school. Yeah, bullying happens all the time over stupid **** All the time. Wearing glasses, looking different, being gay. I get it. It happens. Whatever. Nearly half. "72 countries criminalise same-sex relationships ... The death penalty is either ‘allowed’, or evidence of its existence occurs, in 8 countries In more than half the world, LGBT people may not be protected from discrimination by workplace law Most governments deny trans people the right to legally change their name and gender from those that were assigned to them at birth Between 2008 and 2014, there were 1,612 trans people were murdered across 62 countries - equivalent to a killing every two days A quarter of the world’s population believes that being LGBT should be a crime" Oh hey, just some statistics. Isn't that interesting. Isn't it cool to take a step back and check that out. That's pretty crazy huh? Pretty outrageous. But, you know, maybe if you weren't such a *** I did nothing wrong. I tried to stop it. I tried. But how can you stop Doing What Is Natural. People are hurting People are dying People are being killed People are killing themselves Stop it with the pity and the shame. We are not to blame.
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All these kids are homeless with dead parents from all these ignorant wars, the ghetto, tragedy and famine and you're complaining about how you hate your parents that are there for you? What in blue blazes has gotten into you? People who are good to you Should never be rejected I'm sorry, but i cannot accept those words as a fact Because they're filth painted with temporary coat Am i supposed to be impressed? Because i'm not You did far worse than that My parents couldn't do everything for me, but it wasn't due to the lack of wanting It was the lack of everything that prevented them from doing so. I want to tell the homeless help is on the way I will be your guide today But they forgot the language of caring Due to all their previous mistreatment from other souls They now almost forgot how to feel I'm not going to put them on a reel To give them bait so i could just throw them back into the river I'm understanding of your pain And i want something to guarantee you constant gain Because they deserve it the most I want to cry every time i see them digging for food out of the garbage can But i need to stay in my poker face And stay strong But i'm not sure it might be for long..
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
Taking Love For Granted When People Are Homeless
You've said and I'd have to agree I'm selfish, *Because I refuse to let you do anything to me,* Selfish ...... *Why because I refuse to spread wide & let you **** me then leave? You've expressed to others how* Selfish *I can be, because I wont give in to your deceit, I refuse to allow you any sympathy when it comes to your fuckery your an infectiousness diseases...* Selfish *cause I wont be subdued with all the lies and ways you mistreat me, all the game playing, trying to scheme fake me out, while you try to make me lay out my cards, ya stupid cheat, Selfish because I've told you* I Wasn't Ready *I'm calling your bluff, Your not so tough, Ya sort of funny papi Your always trying to knock me, wishing to cause havoc and bring me down again.* Selfish *huh really? I'm so* Selfish *because I'll put my children all of them before you, I've placed my walls back up wont allow you to climb em I've changed my mind more than once it's cause of something you've done...* *You've got me rethinking being up on this pedal-stool & I'd rather you stop shaking it so I can get down but you'd rather see me fall. It's* Selfish *of me- right cause I'd rather not have to fight, I don't like being put down, Specially ya small jabs about my mental the many excuses you've come to make time and time again You've dismissed my past and all the bad that's trapped me, You make fun of me for having PTSD & D.I.D. You've said and I'd have to agree I'm* Selfish *cause I don't want to do this, I don't need another man's to abuse, or for you to use  and beat me I'd rather be* selfish *then to take care of another drunk or man with any type of addiction, even if you're addictions me. I'll be* selfish *While I guard all that's dear to me You've already deliberately tried to cause me so much pain dressed it up and called it love but I wasn't fool to your game.* Selfish *huh? Is it because, I didn't let you in well not as much as you'd like me to, Naw papi it's because You can't just pop into my life then try to take it over.* **SORRY MOTHER ****** *You can't mistreatment and abuse me than bring me flowers cards or candy, You can't rock my body then dismissively treat me like I'm worthless.... But it's me whose so ******* Selfish. *I've said it long ago Oh how he thinks I'm* "His Type" *Well that's not true because baby you've made it so **** clear that I'm nothing. Besides a ***** a **** & a **** A ***** even though You've apologized each and every time those words left your lips, not right away but you've done it & I refuse to forgive you over and over each time you've repeated ya crimes...* *No way could I allow you back because you showed you'd do it again and again, and if BIG ******* IF, if I allowed it which I wont- not anymore and never again its because   you've said it right and if you cant remember well  baby I'll help you out its because I'm* SELFISH! *Always Me Ayeshah ™ ®          K.A.C.L.N ©      All right reserved ® Copyright 1977 - Present*
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC
SELFISH!!!
You've said and I'd have to agree I'm selfish, *Because I refuse to let you do anything to me,* Selfish ...... *Why because I refuse to spread wide & let you **** me then leave? You've expressed to others how* Selfish *I can be, because I wont give in to your deceit, I refuse to allow you any sympathy when it comes to your fuckery your an infectiousness diseases...* Selfish *cause I wont be subdued with all the lies and ways you mistreat me, all the game playing, trying to scheme fake me out, while you try to make me lay out my cards, ya stupid cheat, Selfish because I've told you* I Wasn't Ready *I'm calling your bluff, Your not so tough, Ya sort of funny papi Your always trying to knock me, wishing to cause havoc and bring me down again.* Selfish *huh really? I'm so* Selfish *because I'll put my children all of them before you, I've placed my walls back up wont allow you to climb em I've changed my mind more than once it's cause of something you've done...* *You've got me rethinking being up on this pedal-stool & I'd rather you stop shaking it so I can get down but you'd rather see me fall. It's* Selfish *of me- right cause I'd rather not have to fight, I don't like being put down, Specially ya small jabs about my mental the many excuses you've come to make time and time again You've dismissed my past and all the bad that's trapped me, You make fun of me for having PTSD & D.I.D. You've said and I'd have to agree I'm* Selfish *cause I don't want to do this, I don't need another man's to abuse, or for you to use  and beat me I'd rather be* selfish *then to take care of another drunk or man with any type of addiction, even if you're addictions me. I'll be* selfish *While I guard all that's dear to me You've already deliberately tried to cause me so much pain dressed it up and called it love but I wasn't fool to your game.* Selfish *huh? Is it because, I didn't let you in well not as much as you'd like me to, Naw papi it's because You can't just pop into my life then try to take it over.* **SORRY MOTHER ****** *You can't mistreatment and abuse me than bring me flowers cards or candy, You can't rock my body then dismissively treat me like I'm worthless.... But it's me whose so ******* Selfish. *I've said it long ago Oh how he thinks I'm* "His Type" *Well that's not true because baby you've made it so **** clear that I'm nothing. Besides a ***** a **** & a **** A ***** even though You've apologized each and every time those words left your lips, not right away but you've done it & I refuse to forgive you over and over each time you've repeated ya crimes...* *No way could I allow you back because you showed you'd do it again and again, and if BIG ******* IF, if I allowed it which I wont- not anymore and never again its because   you've said it right and if you cant remember well  baby I'll help you out its because I'm* SELFISH! *Always Me Ayeshah ™ ®          K.A.C.L.N ©      All right reserved ® Copyright 1977 - Present*
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Peanut Butter and Jam I like peanut butter, I like toast with jam don't care too much for brocolli on a stick or a hunk of liver that's really thick I really like swiss cheese on ham dont like the spill of oil, don't like it one **** bit like the smile of small young child with their mother that is a smile that is like no other hated wrestling getting my face in the arm pit loved coping a buzz and hearing music from a live band loved the feel of my loved ones soft lips on mine its cool watching old movies about Franenstien always liked everything I tasted with the Nestles brand I hate wars and senseless killing it just makes no ******* sense I don't like it when my jockey shorts ride up my crack I get jealous of someones fame when I think they are a hack I look at my final desitination with no false pretense going to the moon would be such a spiritual thing meeting my president would be such a special honor it would be fun playing tennis with Jimmy Connor how I would love to be on stage with friends and sing wish I could have met Jesus Christ the man his mistreatment on any level was way to cruel if I drink to much I have a tendency to drool hey remember the Nanny her name was Nan the Little Rascals were such silly kids, their Woman Haters Club was such a fake now how long does it take to bake a cake too sad when once famous people hit the skids why does everything taste like chicken fried will this world recover from the financial woes will the hopes of all the poor ones in back rows I thought of death and then I cried now the words can flow freely for this is who I am I will never be rich or famous my shoulder I will lend I will always be here if you are in need of a friend yes I really really love peanut butter and jam Gomer Lepoet...
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Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 4:06 AM UTC
Peanut Butter and Jam
Peanut Butter and Jam I like peanut butter, I like toast with jam don't care too much for brocolli on a stick or a hunk of liver that's really thick I really like swiss cheese on ham dont like the spill of oil, don't like it one **** bit like the smile of small young child with their mother that is a smile that is like no other hated wrestling getting my face in the arm pit loved coping a buzz and hearing music from a live band loved the feel of my loved ones soft lips on mine its cool watching old movies about Franenstien always liked everything I tasted with the Nestles brand I hate wars and senseless killing it just makes no ******* sense I don't like it when my jockey shorts ride up my crack I get jealous of someones fame when I think they are a hack I look at my final desitination with no false pretense going to the moon would be such a spiritual thing meeting my president would be such a special honor it would be fun playing tennis with Jimmy Connor how I would love to be on stage with friends and sing wish I could have met Jesus Christ the man his mistreatment on any level was way to cruel if I drink to much I have a tendency to drool hey remember the Nanny her name was Nan the Little Rascals were such silly kids, their Woman Haters Club was such a fake now how long does it take to bake a cake too sad when once famous people hit the skids why does everything taste like chicken fried will this world recover from the financial woes will the hopes of all the poor ones in back rows I thought of death and then I cried now the words can flow freely for this is who I am I will never be rich or famous my shoulder I will lend I will always be here if you are in need of a friend yes I really really love peanut butter and jam Gomer Lepoet...
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I posted this poem  a few days after I joined HP.  As  is oft the case, poems you are especially proud of, fall to the wayside, under the onslaught of the constant waterfall of new submissions.  With the usual exception of Ms. Lori C., one of the two unofficial High Priestesses of HP, in my estimation, this one, was pretty much overlooked.  Despite some comical jaunts of late re bras and beds, real inspiration has escaped me ever nice I penned "Sittin' On The Dock Of The Bay (Razor Blades, Pills, & Shotguns" last week.  So, with your hoped for solicitude, I resubmit it, hoping it finds a wider audience and dedicate it to those of you who I number as friends (you know who you are!), despite the fact that our only shared embraces have been techno~electronic, and yet the quality of your kindness is beyond measure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Numerical Quality of Friendship The quality of friendship is non-quantitative. Yet, I ask you to number it, and me, this way. With tape measure, determine that: The length of my arm's embrace will always be longer than long enough, and when distance magnifies sorrow's gains, my shoulders measure wide enough to pillow your wearied head. The depth of my pocket is finite for by definition, a pocket is but an open doored, three walled shelter. My pocket of shelter is forever open, forever deep, and forever is infinite. Trust that when bowed and bent, upon my shoulders climb and together we will be tall enough to touch the season's new fruit upon the tree of life, and with one tongue, taste the unimaginable! Do u think that mercury can measure the warmth of my tears when love sears my heart, or the heat of thy skin when it heals and cauterizes wounds salted by the mistreatment, by the bitters of the weak ones, who rejoice when they scald others? Size me up. What is my volume? What are the boundaries that length X depth X height state must limit my capacity to cherish, to heal, and even to forgive those who deserve no forgiveness? If you measure me well and proper, if I meet the standards that qualify me to be called friend, then friend me here, friend me now, friend me for the qualities I posses, and number us a unity among the few who are truly blessed by a quality of friendship that cannot be measured, for there is no scientific instrument that can quantify limitless. March 2012
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Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 3:21 PM UTC
Resubmitting For Your Consideration: The Numerical Quality of Friendship
I posted this poem  a few days after I joined HP.  As  is oft the case, poems you are especially proud of, fall to the wayside, under the onslaught of the constant waterfall of new submissions.  With the usual exception of Ms. Lori C., one of the two unofficial High Priestesses of HP, in my estimation, this one, was pretty much overlooked.  Despite some comical jaunts of late re bras and beds, real inspiration has escaped me ever nice I penned "Sittin' On The Dock Of The Bay (Razor Blades, Pills, & Shotguns" last week.  So, with your hoped for solicitude, I resubmit it, hoping it finds a wider audience and dedicate it to those of you who I number as friends (you know who you are!), despite the fact that our only shared embraces have been techno~electronic, and yet the quality of your kindness is beyond measure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Numerical Quality of Friendship The quality of friendship is non-quantitative. Yet, I ask you to number it, and me, this way. With tape measure, determine that: The length of my arm's embrace will always be longer than long enough, and when distance magnifies sorrow's gains, my shoulders measure wide enough to pillow your wearied head. The depth of my pocket is finite for by definition, a pocket is but an open doored, three walled shelter. My pocket of shelter is forever open, forever deep, and forever is infinite. Trust that when bowed and bent, upon my shoulders climb and together we will be tall enough to touch the season's new fruit upon the tree of life, and with one tongue, taste the unimaginable! Do u think that mercury can measure the warmth of my tears when love sears my heart, or the heat of thy skin when it heals and cauterizes wounds salted by the mistreatment, by the bitters of the weak ones, who rejoice when they scald others? Size me up. What is my volume? What are the boundaries that length X depth X height state must limit my capacity to cherish, to heal, and even to forgive those who deserve no forgiveness? If you measure me well and proper, if I meet the standards that qualify me to be called friend, then friend me here, friend me now, friend me for the qualities I posses, and number us a unity among the few who are truly blessed by a quality of friendship that cannot be measured, for there is no scientific instrument that can quantify limitless. March 2012
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After laying awake way past her bedtime There where nights she cried herself to sleep, Thinking how could she have possibly been so naive? But as she closed her eyes and wanders down the streets of once-used-to-be's She realises, she'd lost herself to a past of full of mistreatment But now she refuses to be a victim of it and stands tall rising above it There used to be a time she'd been used, and so to be used was all she knew And to crave love, a sense of belongingness, was unthinkably selfish So instead of finding love from within, She'd give her all to all those who'd treat her like she didn't mean a thing And apologised and forgave repeatedly though she was never to blame She became a dreamer of dreams to cope with the painful reality of things But now instead of living with wishful thinking She wakes up and struggles hard to make her dreams into a reality No longer a slave to her fictional fantasies
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
Memory Lane
Left to die, unable to survive on your own a child thinks this. It is the greatest fear Doesn't last long, but makes a big impression A bigger fear than being abused But today, it means, can mean, freedom from abuse mistreatment, your insults their disdain, being his personal punching bag the scapegoat for his broiling troubles your neglect, and preference for under age girls Abandonment is a respite a place of renewal a silence that terrifies, but then rejuvenates as I can think on my own let my thoughts be my guide, for a better me
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May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
Abandonment
**** the good stuff Let's talk about the bad stuff In the end it's all fury and cotton… There's a spider-web in my palm The center is a smiley-face With X'es for eyes And I feel my tongue Becoming numb and salty Maybe potassium And who are you With your glasses And your street smarts I'm quite ok with being Unimpressive an ignorant To your standards A mafia with some ****** mixed in That's how you're perceived by me No code, no guts, no loyalty And you talk, and I listen I even engage you, polite as I am I don't bet, but I'd gamble You have a barcode on your soul And if I could explain, I bet you'd listen A set of letters on your payroll And your set of ways Is equivalent to Mistreatment of an animal But your tactics and lack of tact Suggest treatment of an alien An I bet on the movies You're not sheep, just orphans Begging for a leader A rite of passage And here goes my empathy Imaginary places and genes And I don't bet, but I'd gamble You have a barcode on your soul And hell yes, I'm in it right now **** the good stuff Let's talk about the bad stuff In the end it's all fury and cotton
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Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 7:21 PM UTC
Good Luck with Your Head
What do you hear of me? What rumors slip from others’ lips? They speak of me, evil mistress, eyes that pull in, and a body that gets caught in your windpipe. You are unable to swallow me. You chew on me and hastily spit me out. You choke on me. The wit I possess is too quick for your bruteness. You dismiss my thoughts. I am just a woman, nothing less, and nothing more. Bore to serve you and bear your seed. What do you hear of me? What slips from others’ lips? Am I a murderous harlot? A bitter witch with nothing better to do. Do serpents sit atop my brow, shall I turn you to stone? Am I Charybdis, shall I swallow you whole? They are unable to chop me up into bit sized pieces. For some reason, they do not love me as a collective. What do you hear regarding the treatment of me? You only hear yourselves, deafening my point of view. I hear I have scorned every one of you. Do you hear of who scorned me? Have you ever questioned what may have made me this way? What makes a mistress so vile? The mistreatment of a loving deity can mangle many. I was hanged on a hook, a piece of meat left to rot. I was once pure and heavenly. I will ask once more, What have you heard of me? What tales have slipped from others’ lips? Have you stopped to think what created me to be so evil? I am the evil mistress. I will chew you up and I will eagerly swallow you in all your whole. I know my motive. What is yours?
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Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 10:44 AM UTC
EVIL MISTRESS
The Numerical Quality of Friendship The quality of friendship is non-quantitative. Yet, I ask you to number me this way. With tape measure, determine that: The length of my arm's embrace will always be longer than long enough, and when distance magnifies sorrow's gains, my shoulders measure wide enough to pillow your wearied head. The depth of my pocket is finite for by definition, a pocket is but an open doored, three walled shelter. My pocket of shelter is forever open, forever deep, and forever is infinite. Trust that when bowed and bent, upon my shoulders climb and together we will be tall enough to touch the season's new fruit upon the tree of life, and with one tongue taste the unimaginable! Do u think that mercury can measure the warmth of my tears when love sears my heart, or the heat of thy skin when it heals and cauterizes wounds salted by the mistreatment, by the bitters of the weak ones, who rejoice when they scald others? Size me up. What is my volume? What are the boundaries that length X depth X height state must limit my capacity to cherish, to heal, and even to forgive those who deserve no forgiveness? If you measure me well and proper, if I meet the standards that qualify me to be called friend, then friend me here, friend me now, friend me for the qualities I posses, and number us a unity among the few who are truly blessed by a quality of friendship that cannot be measured, for there is no scientific instrument that can quantify, limitless. March 2012
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May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
The Numerical Quality of Friendship
The Numerical Quality of Friendship The quality of friendship is non-quantitative. Yet, I ask you to number me this way. With tape measure, determine that: The length of my arm's embrace will always be longer than long enough, and when distance magnifies sorrow's gains, my shoulders measure wide enough to pillow your wearied head. The depth of my pocket is finite for by definition, a pocket is but an open doored, three walled shelter. My pocket of shelter is forever open, forever deep, and forever is infinite. Trust that when bowed and bent, upon my shoulders climb and together we will be tall enough to touch the season's new fruit upon the tree of life, and with one tongue taste the unimaginable! Do u think that mercury can measure the warmth of my tears when love sears my heart, or the heat of thy skin when it heals and cauterizes wounds salted by the mistreatment, by the bitters of the weak ones, who rejoice when they scald others? Size me up. What is my volume? What are the boundaries that length X depth X height state must limit my capacity to cherish, to heal, and even to forgive those who deserve no forgiveness? If you measure me well and proper, if I meet the standards that qualify me to be called friend, then friend me here, friend me now, friend me for the qualities I posses, and number us a unity among the few who are truly blessed by a quality of friendship that cannot be measured, for there is no scientific instrument that can quantify, limitless. March 2012
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There's trauma interlocking my genetics Stripped of specifics boiled into one My own blood stained with my ancestors' rapes 23% White in my DNA sickens my bones How much of it was forced upon my people My great great and further back peoples How many mothers thighs ripped apart to give birth to the innocent child of white devils To be beaten by the white she-devil for "enticing" her man For the child- if lighter- it be favored but enslaved in the home- near that very room they were criminally conceived How many young Black men taken and ***** to be emasculated and sedated to work passively upon the plantation Take a wife- to have her taken to masters room Have a daughter- son- and the pattern roll on How many white people and non-black people believe Black peoples to be inherently ****** to this **** day These are the origins If White people ignore my claims Then you- white man- woman- person You are just as guilty as the slave owners Just born centuries too late for free labor You must pity this of yourself too To ignore Black peoples cries is to be complacent in our mistreatment To not listen is to feel we were deserving of our suffering To have happily whipped and beaten your fellow man if born back then To support U.S. military veterans and be empathizing of their trauma While rolling eyes to when Black people don't trust police, the government, or all White people of high status Invented- created- controlled- plagued by White people Because of 300+ years of trauma has brazed us with forced submission To ignore the intergenerational neglect of treatment among Black people Makes you a slave master on a cold December in 1865 missing your slaves just born modern day
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 3:02 PM UTC
White Guilt is ********
There's trauma interlocking my genetics Stripped of specifics boiled into one My own blood stained with my ancestors' rapes 23% White in my DNA sickens my bones How much of it was forced upon my people My great great and further back peoples How many mothers thighs ripped apart to give birth to the innocent child of white devils To be beaten by the white she-devil for "enticing" her man For the child- if lighter- it be favored but enslaved in the home- near that very room they were criminally conceived How many young Black men taken and ***** to be emasculated and sedated to work passively upon the plantation Take a wife- to have her taken to masters room Have a daughter- son- and the pattern roll on How many white people and non-black people believe Black peoples to be inherently ****** to this **** day These are the origins If White people ignore my claims Then you- white man- woman- person You are just as guilty as the slave owners Just born centuries too late for free labor You must pity this of yourself too To ignore Black peoples cries is to be complacent in our mistreatment To not listen is to feel we were deserving of our suffering To have happily whipped and beaten your fellow man if born back then To support U.S. military veterans and be empathizing of their trauma While rolling eyes to when Black people don't trust police, the government, or all White people of high status Invented- created- controlled- plagued by White people Because of 300+ years of trauma has brazed us with forced submission To ignore the intergenerational neglect of treatment among Black people Makes you a slave master on a cold December in 1865 missing your slaves just born modern day
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i liken my growth to the succulents in my garden sometimes, they struggle to keep up and their leaves shrivel and rot in the spring, they spill out of their pots tumbling from the rim in bountiful stems and every year or so, one may die from mistreatment overwatered not enough sun overcrowded soil and the next day, the eldest plant blooms
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Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
succulents
A fool could see this from a mile away Still I let you get close Your love, like espionage for future endeavors For me to give out all my love to have it scattered across the walls you built up to keep me out Still I was outside your solitude of isolation My fair Juliet, misjudged and ruthless, how I like it Blinded by mistreatment, I want what's bad for me Like sugar to your teeth so sweet but risky I'd fight to suffer the slings and arrows of as they say misfortune with you could never come my way.. No one said anything about sticks and stones
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC
My inner Shakespeare
I would say all the good things about you but there's no reason I would still have these wounds open and leaking I fought for you til my hands started bleeding All these lies you kept spoon feeding Still in disbelief I'm finally feeling defeated All the mistreatment Not physically But emotionally If you couldn't love me Then why keep me Gave my all like no other To watch you give it to another Took my heart and buried it six feet under I tried to be your lover Instead you stole my love and perished me Locked it up and threw away the key Into the deep blue sea While it sinks deepening my insecurities Please... You had me on the run Had my heart shot like guns *But one day I'll be the right one To the right one...*
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
Deep Blue Sea
I sat and I waited for you with my skin crawling many nights I looked into the mirror and I didn't recognize her She was someone new Someone desperate and broken into a million pieces The Culprit Was You you brought forth misery wrapped expertly with a bright red bow camouflaged and putrid with your tarnishing love it was a beautiful trick I must admit you are quite the magician you created trust transformed it to dust then made it disappear with the blink of an eye you forced love to die with no arrangement of a funeral I sat and I waited many nights I contemplated on ways to make it even closure is what I needed but my love for you was too strong and you made it cry the mistreatment you delivered made love die but my heart still beats and still I remained broke, busted, and disgusted All of my fortitude invested in you and you imposed it upon me such potent ammunition in your grasp you controlled me to be your slave while you swam nights in vain I stayed in and prayed for direction for protection I would pray that your heart would fall into my hands and God told me to be patient but I can't every moment had to be filled with you you are my filling and I was your crown pauperized by love's cavity sleepless nights indulged by the whispers of my mind painting sweet stories covered and blurry except my focal point was set on you my thoughts left me at times in spite of you I didn't bother to pursue how foolish of me I was stupid in love with you meta-morphed to ignorance in-cognizant of my worth   I left it at the creek in my dream where I sat in thirst where I washed my hands in the glistening water and laid my worries in the white snow but in reality you know my inner child only you see my inner core so tell me how could I love someone else? who could ever love me more? than the man who knows me. in and out your the man who accepts me out and in your the man who adore me internal and skin consequently there's no love in me to love another again                                 Copy Right 2014                                      ©Patty Ann
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 12:09 PM UTC
In and Out
I sat and I waited for you with my skin crawling many nights I looked into the mirror and I didn't recognize her She was someone new Someone desperate and broken into a million pieces The Culprit Was You you brought forth misery wrapped expertly with a bright red bow camouflaged and putrid with your tarnishing love it was a beautiful trick I must admit you are quite the magician you created trust transformed it to dust then made it disappear with the blink of an eye you forced love to die with no arrangement of a funeral I sat and I waited many nights I contemplated on ways to make it even closure is what I needed but my love for you was too strong and you made it cry the mistreatment you delivered made love die but my heart still beats and still I remained broke, busted, and disgusted All of my fortitude invested in you and you imposed it upon me such potent ammunition in your grasp you controlled me to be your slave while you swam nights in vain I stayed in and prayed for direction for protection I would pray that your heart would fall into my hands and God told me to be patient but I can't every moment had to be filled with you you are my filling and I was your crown pauperized by love's cavity sleepless nights indulged by the whispers of my mind painting sweet stories covered and blurry except my focal point was set on you my thoughts left me at times in spite of you I didn't bother to pursue how foolish of me I was stupid in love with you meta-morphed to ignorance in-cognizant of my worth   I left it at the creek in my dream where I sat in thirst where I washed my hands in the glistening water and laid my worries in the white snow but in reality you know my inner child only you see my inner core so tell me how could I love someone else? who could ever love me more? than the man who knows me. in and out your the man who accepts me out and in your the man who adore me internal and skin consequently there's no love in me to love another again                                 Copy Right 2014                                      ©Patty Ann
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If you only knew How much I've been keeping it in Maybe you could cut me some slack And leave me to my thoughts If you only knew The feelings in my wavering heart That no matter how much I resist They're eating me away slowly If you only knew How much I want to apologize For keeping myself at bay and distant Because I might never want to let go If you only knew Why I'm doing things to hurt you Acting indifferent despite being close Resisting feelings that I shouldn't feel If you only knew How much I'm falling in love With everything and all about you Wanting to break the status quo If you ever find out That I've been hiding these feelings To keep this bond between us Would you rather stay? If only you would stay I really hope you won't leave But if you really do This may be the last time That I admit to you That after all this time And after all this pain After all that ignorance And all that silence All the wrongdoings And all the mistreatment I love you And pushing you away Asking God to take away these feelings Away from my fragile heart To save what we have So that I could keep you still Even when we're far apart
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
If
Loving you is like wrestling with the horns of a bull A modern Hercules and Achelous love story Sneaking up behind me and grabbing my neck Bruises scattered across my body by your rough hands All apologies, no action A chain reaction of mistreatment Always coming back to me, begging for more Then hostility Without showing responsibility
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC
A modern love story
I Can't Breathe Suffocating In a country That could give A good God **** About me. Drowning in a society That doesn't see the signs. That doesn't believe That the darker brother Has the right to justice. That simply condones The mistreatment Of an entire group of Human beings. I tried to walk away. I tried to surrender. It didn't matter Because now I really can't breathe.
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 7:07 AM UTC
I Can't Breathe
Love is not a singularity It is a whole One cannot extract a part Or worship only one piece It must be accepted as a whole One cannot only enjoy the soft warm places of love The pleasent corners and pools The weak seams that easily split The lose threads that unravel with the slightest mistreatment It takes great and delicate strength to walk its halls Love is complex And beautiful It has hidden shadows and dark nights It cries to the moon and begs for the sun And it comforts them both in turn Love is filled with dreams and hope Longing and doubt Wishes and tranquilty Torment and viciousness It resides in both angel and beast Heaven and hell And earth In the tears of god And the blood of the devil One cannot claim it as there own One cannot truely love any other person Before loving them all One cannot give love Without giving themselves First to love Love is of our time Our blood Our soul Treat it well As you treat others well Give your all to love And give all your love To those in need Life and love Though never perfect Are always Beautiful
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 6:52 AM UTC
The whole of love
Abstract love's & ( "Lover's" ) like abstract art- You see what you want to see Believe what your gonna believe I've shared my linguistic knowledge & observations too many time to count. Trying to help & wok this out Begrudgingly l held onto this imprisonment called "loving". Let it stain & detain me, Overpower myself & my thinking.... Even allowing this Abstraction to consume my very soul The every essence of what I once "was" My dysfunctional state's isn't no longer in question... After the mistreatment(s) I know there's nothing left. Suicides a gift- my anchor It's my only way out of this- Abstract "Love"! Always Me Ayeshah
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Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 12:54 AM UTC
Abstract Love.........
I am free from the clutches of Sir Robert K N Or am I I still think about him How I hate ****** the hell out of him the last time I was with him He came into my life when I needed some attention at first it was so exciting he told me how beautiful and wonderful I was told me he wanted to start a relationship with me Never really told me any of this in person text messaging he could say anything he wanted on that format I played all the classic “girl mistakes” asked him what his intentions were asked where is this going? Told him I cared about him too soon I fell for his early charms but noticed the deep flaws of his controlling personality I was drawn to him but it was so toxic for me I was attracted to his height and how he seemed to pay attention to me at first I found him to be a womanizer the things he said made me want to puke the sweet honey of lies turned to rotten ***** in my ear he would come and go nothing was concrete I tried my best to communicate my points I did the best job I could My points were of no interest to him I finally cried about it today I looked in the mirror while I did so I looked so beautiful and vulnerable and strong I am still confused and I still want to know more is it my nature to look for abuse or mistreatment? Do I think love exists where there is none but only for a hope? I began to notice all the unhealthy things about this man not things a woman of child bearing age looks for in a partner I don’t want to be led along I don’t want my time to be wasted I don’t want to feel controlled I don’t want to feel like I'm a crazy girl I'm not going to voice what I want again and again I said it once and tried many more times I cannot compromise my needs and values He would not and could not deliver It still makes me sick to think of him It still makes me sick to think of how foolish I was to try to believe to try to put my faith in something so false Will it feel better when it is right with some other man in the future? Was this an important lesson for me to learn? I still want answers God, give me the strength to let it all go
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Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 3:28 AM UTC
Getting over Sir Robert
I am free from the clutches of Sir Robert K N Or am I I still think about him How I hate ****** the hell out of him the last time I was with him He came into my life when I needed some attention at first it was so exciting he told me how beautiful and wonderful I was told me he wanted to start a relationship with me Never really told me any of this in person text messaging he could say anything he wanted on that format I played all the classic “girl mistakes” asked him what his intentions were asked where is this going? Told him I cared about him too soon I fell for his early charms but noticed the deep flaws of his controlling personality I was drawn to him but it was so toxic for me I was attracted to his height and how he seemed to pay attention to me at first I found him to be a womanizer the things he said made me want to puke the sweet honey of lies turned to rotten ***** in my ear he would come and go nothing was concrete I tried my best to communicate my points I did the best job I could My points were of no interest to him I finally cried about it today I looked in the mirror while I did so I looked so beautiful and vulnerable and strong I am still confused and I still want to know more is it my nature to look for abuse or mistreatment? Do I think love exists where there is none but only for a hope? I began to notice all the unhealthy things about this man not things a woman of child bearing age looks for in a partner I don’t want to be led along I don’t want my time to be wasted I don’t want to feel controlled I don’t want to feel like I'm a crazy girl I'm not going to voice what I want again and again I said it once and tried many more times I cannot compromise my needs and values He would not and could not deliver It still makes me sick to think of him It still makes me sick to think of how foolish I was to try to believe to try to put my faith in something so false Will it feel better when it is right with some other man in the future? Was this an important lesson for me to learn? I still want answers God, give me the strength to let it all go
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Today is my first day without you, like really without you. Before, there was always a chance, always a hope that things would be okay and that we would work out. But today is the start of a new chapter, where you and me don't exist, and there is no us, maybe, or one day. I am free of the lies you told, the mistreatment, and the disdain. I'm free of the inconsistency, callousness, and pain. There are no more chances, no forgiveness, or apologies to accept. There or no more talks, or possibilities, or "just want to catch up"s. Your power is gone, the one you held over me like a grim reaper, waiting for me to falter. The worst kind of monster... Welcoming me with open arms, only to lead me down the spiral of insanity. I'm done, and I'm ready, but I'm not yet okay. But I know that now I can work towards feeling that again one day. And it hurts, but maybe that's the pain that I need. Perhaps it's just that which will finally break the cycle of awful, maddening repetition. I know some days I will move forward and some days I'll fall back, but at least you won't be there to remind me just how much. I will never again hate myself for letting you in. This is not the end, and I'm so ready to begin. So today I will celebrate your absence, as a never-ending holiday. I am so thankful that I chose not to let you stay. Because none of this was worth it, and if I could I would change so many things, and wish all of it away. So goodbye, my love, the one haunting my past. The one who appears in my nightmares, including the one I live every day. Who's there to remind me that I'm weak, and I'm broken, and that no truer words have ever been spoken, except... I'm more whole than you'll ever be, especially now you have to live without me.
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Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 8:16 AM UTC
Any Last Words?
Today is my first day without you, like really without you. Before, there was always a chance, always a hope that things would be okay and that we would work out. But today is the start of a new chapter, where you and me don't exist, and there is no us, maybe, or one day. I am free of the lies you told, the mistreatment, and the disdain. I'm free of the inconsistency, callousness, and pain. There are no more chances, no forgiveness, or apologies to accept. There or no more talks, or possibilities, or "just want to catch up"s. Your power is gone, the one you held over me like a grim reaper, waiting for me to falter. The worst kind of monster... Welcoming me with open arms, only to lead me down the spiral of insanity. I'm done, and I'm ready, but I'm not yet okay. But I know that now I can work towards feeling that again one day. And it hurts, but maybe that's the pain that I need. Perhaps it's just that which will finally break the cycle of awful, maddening repetition. I know some days I will move forward and some days I'll fall back, but at least you won't be there to remind me just how much. I will never again hate myself for letting you in. This is not the end, and I'm so ready to begin. So today I will celebrate your absence, as a never-ending holiday. I am so thankful that I chose not to let you stay. Because none of this was worth it, and if I could I would change so many things, and wish all of it away. So goodbye, my love, the one haunting my past. The one who appears in my nightmares, including the one I live every day. Who's there to remind me that I'm weak, and I'm broken, and that no truer words have ever been spoken, except... I'm more whole than you'll ever be, especially now you have to live without me.
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Last night i cried I cried for everything that hurts me I cried for my own mistakes I cried for others‘ mistreatment I cried because i was hurt Last night i cried for the pain and sorrow  I consume For all the love I‘ve lost For all the sadness inside me I cry for letting life pass me by For all the hurt i endure For all the things i am to blind and naive to see Last night i cried for the loved ones lost For the ****** life i live For all the friends that befriend me I cry for all my heartbreak I cry for myself  I cry while being intoxicated I cry while being ****** up  I cry because i have to be in the wrong state of mind Last night i cried while listening to music While closing my eyes before bed While text messaging a friend Last night i cried for no reason but i always find one I cry because i feel paralyzed I cry because i feel handicapped by life I cry because of fear My fear makes me cry I cry because i have lost everything i have gained Mostly i cry because of my mistakes I cry for my family I cry for my parents sadness I cry for others people‘s pain I cry because because of my own unhappiness Last night i cried to feel free I cried myself to sleep  I cried because i could not sleep I cried because i lack confidence I cried because i have no will to live Last night i cried for what others have done to me I cry because maybe i am truely a lonely guy I cry because that‘s all i can do  I cry because I‘m alone Now...today,I cry for last nights sorrow I cry for empathy I cry for hope  I cry for guidance I mostly cry for love and to be loved Even more so...
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
Nervous Breakdown
Last night i cried I cried for everything that hurts me I cried for my own mistakes I cried for others‘ mistreatment I cried because i was hurt Last night i cried for the pain and sorrow  I consume For all the love I‘ve lost For all the sadness inside me I cry for letting life pass me by For all the hurt i endure For all the things i am to blind and naive to see Last night i cried for the loved ones lost For the ****** life i live For all the friends that befriend me I cry for all my heartbreak I cry for myself  I cry while being intoxicated I cry while being ****** up  I cry because i have to be in the wrong state of mind Last night i cried while listening to music While closing my eyes before bed While text messaging a friend Last night i cried for no reason but i always find one I cry because i feel paralyzed I cry because i feel handicapped by life I cry because of fear My fear makes me cry I cry because i have lost everything i have gained Mostly i cry because of my mistakes I cry for my family I cry for my parents sadness I cry for others people‘s pain I cry because because of my own unhappiness Last night i cried to feel free I cried myself to sleep  I cried because i could not sleep I cried because i lack confidence I cried because i have no will to live Last night i cried for what others have done to me I cry because maybe i am truely a lonely guy I cry because that‘s all i can do  I cry because I‘m alone Now...today,I cry for last nights sorrow I cry for empathy I cry for hope  I cry for guidance I mostly cry for love and to be loved Even more so...
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displaying a badly painted portrait of myself to the public just so that i can be picked on, as i predicted self-sabotage isn't just a bad habit, but a disease the only cure to it is self-love, but that's something i can never seem to reach possibly the pain became too addicting or i'm afraid of change, i'm afraid to be loved after all i can never accept the fact that i am loved in the first place i'm so used to mistreatment, for it's the only form of love i know
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Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 11:36 PM UTC
i set myself up