"ridiculed" poems
I tried, x
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something I get a lot is, “you’re too young to be a feminist.”
too young to be a feminist for you’ve yet to witness a rhyme or reason to believe we lived in a patriarch-fueled
society where the erectile dysfunctions of men are paid for by health care but, God forbid a
woman seeks birth control to help herself
God forbid a woman does anything to help herself
a society where women are taught to be happy with what they can get
yet to be ashamed when they get it
a society where I grew up being taught not to trust a man for he’d hurt me but
taught to have the house clean and his dinner on the table when he got home
a society where a woman in a tank top and a pair of daisy dukes is a ***** who is asking for it”
when the same woman is what’s used to market the male population who are taught that this is the woman they deserve
a society where a woman is unworthy and ***** if she isn’t a ******
but a man is a man so long as he is “getting the hoes”
a society where women are taught to protect their innocence and their virtue
and the society where they are ostracized and ridiculed for not being ready
a society where consent is hopped, skipped, and jumped around and the so called “fact” issued by
Scott Johnson that says men can’t control their issues
a society where a woman’s womb is not her own whether she wants this baby or not
I was taught *** was shameful and wrong unless you were married
but please, give him a baby and keep him satisfied
we glorify teen pregnancies and ignore the accomplishments of women
if I’m too young to be a feminist,
then it’s quite **** sad I can point out what’s wrong in the world.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
Batman got on my nerves
He was running me amok
He ridiculed me calling me a ***
I wupped Batman's ***
I wupped Batman's ***
I wupped Batman's ***
I wupped Batman's ***
I wupped Batman's ***
I wupped Batman's ***
Batman thought he was bad
He was a ******* ******* in the first place
He got knocked to the floor
I wupped Batman's *** (5x)
Batman beat the hell out of me and knocked me to the floor
I got back up and knocked him to the floor
He was being such a *******
I wupped Batman's *** (11x)
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
Am I a sick man?
as I lived on a hibiscus shrub
Many rooms, long and short
Many face vividly coloured
with a beauty of sadness
grafted on a nameless rootstock
Am I an unattractive man?
as I lived like a petal in the sun
perfect for bees and butterflies
and the visitors; oh day! oh night!
as for me, time danced on a maypole around my dreamy garland head
Am I a spiteful man?
as I've counted all 3863 days, 1 by 1
that I lived on that hibiscus shrub
without a flight to my fantasies
Since then, I'm thrown underground
here I live like a ridiculed mouse
Do you know me, Dostoevsky?
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 2:30 AM UTC
We live in a judgemental society
Where the real you is only abstract.
From a young age we are taught to believe
That only society can define how you act.
From the moment we enter the world
We are forced to sign a contact.
Torn away from freedom of opinion
We begin our journey with no way back.
Beauty overrules personality
Money defines your future
Being intelligent is a crime
And standing out makes you a loser.
The paths you choose to follow
Always end the same.
There is no way to escape society
Because we all have been chained.
People are ridiculed for being happy
But called weak when sad.
We dare not share our views
For we’d be labelled as mad.
We live in a judgemental society
Where no one seems to win.
Forced to be someone society defines,
The real you fades within.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
Ignorant, spiteful, closed-minded and afraid-
The text on which you built your life, the same that you betrayed.
Holy, self-righteous, yet wholly hypocritical.
Sanctimonious bullies- bigoted and parasitical.
A veteran in the land, which to protect, he went to fight,
but for him it seems equality is not a given right.
Ridiculed, scorned- filthy sinner, heathen-
But who created him this way if not the lord that you believe in?
Your eyes are darkened. They're tinted with hate.
Your ears? Too filled to listen to debate.
But in this surge of civil rights that before has been denied,
you will be the prejudiced fool that history leaves behind.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
The Christmas rush has started, and the countdown has begun
Advent doors are opened, but look what you have done
You've ridiculed the Bounty bar, and your spoiling all the fun
Why buy a Celebration, if your not happy after one ?
What's behind the cardboard doors, what did you all expect
A gold ring perhaps, or the keys for a corvette?
Why bother with an advent, when you have no respect
There's no need for chocolate genocide, or coconut neglect
You shouldn't be so outraged, with your Christmas Celebrations
I don't understand the malice, or the advent hesitations
If you don't want a bounty, buy heroes or sensations
It's hardly a matter for Interpol, or the united nations
Celebrations are your choice, there's no cause for your regret
The outcome is quite obvious, why are you so upset
Are the pictures not a clue, to what your gonna get ?
No rarity of Bounty hunters, so don't mess with Boba Fett
Are Maltesers that much lighter, in a Galaxy far away
Maybe you will find Mars, in between the Milky Way
A Twix or Galaxy Caramel, they we're for a different day
But you've dissed your celebrations, and no longer want to play
Some YouTube clips have surfaced, and I have read the blogs
I think it's just pathetic, seeing chocolate thrown down bogs
Your creating your own misery, as well as yule time logs
You won't be very happy, when your toilet blocks and clogs
On day two you still complained, and you wanted to resist
Is that because the chocolate, was not on your Christmas list
Would you be pleased with mistletoe, if you never did get kissed
Christmas spirit has been lost, with your Snickers in a twist
Some people are just morons, that's the message that they've sent
Their expectations are to high, and cruel jokes are never meant
Why is Bounty not as good, to start of an event
A Snickers in your calendar, doesn't mean a ruined advent
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC
Why wish to be normal
Why live by the standards of the world
Acting like robots so that you won't be ridiculed by society
Making the world all black and white
Living a dull and colorless life until the day you die
Why live a normal life
When you can paint the world
In a unique way
Break away
Be yourself
Be unique
And make the world colorful again
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 9:31 AM UTC
With narrowed eyes
I glare out the window
Ridiculed
by the harsh beams of light
that glare back at me.
My ankles fidget
Shoulders lean forward
to see the unknowing plane
fly innocently overhead
and my bike
leaning unforgotten
against the rotting fence.
I stumble back
Spinning
In a whirring machine
that screeches and shudders
and thumps on the door
Can I come in?
Worried eyes flit my way
Take it easy
Like a fragile possession
Teetering on the edge
Crowds gather to catch
My faults
With walls binding me
I take comfort in darkness
It soothes my body
and warms my tears
but nourishes my fears
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC
Where am I?
I don’t recognize this dark place,
Where cold arms have embraced me,
Clutching at my heart. My body’s inner-most core.
I have issues breathing,
This simple action I did without thought before has now become a painful challenge.
It feels as though I am drowning, being pulled deeper and deeper, where the water just gets progressively colder.
My chest is tight, my lungs are straining.
Once things were so simple.
Where have I been brought to?
I don’t remember heading for this place,
Nor even have the slightest memory of wanting to travel here.
No, not the smallest fleeting memory.
Tears are a constant threat now.
Always there, ready to burst free from their bleary prison.
My throat, being squeezed from some unknown source,
Gives me hardship when I attempt to speak.
To say out loud what it is that ails me.
Instead, I am unable to,
I refuse,
To allow someone in.
The fear of being ridiculed at the tip of my mind,
While forbidden thoughts and longings are stored in the back.
There are no words, can be no words,
To express this immense confusion.
This lack of direction…
Where…am I?
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 9:19 PM UTC
I’m drunk on peach wine
And you’re just a text away
I don’t know why you went back to them
It hurts my heart to see
That taking a break didn’t change anything
It breaks my heart to see
How you’re treated when you show any emotion
It breaks my heart to see
The ways in which I could do better
It hurt terribly when you told me that you had gone back
To where you were once so miserable
Every time you tell me a new wrong
It makes me see red
Because I know you deserve so much better
Than to be ridiculed and used as an ego boost
I am so full of these secrets
And it feels like they may leak out of me
I feel like I can never tell you any of this
A few nights ago I made a small confession
And just that felt like I had gone too far
It didn’t change anything
Except to make everything uncertain
I hate not knowing could have been
Or what could be
Because every time i turn around
I see a new memory that we made
And it reminds me of the gentle love you radiate
The love that I crave more of
I don’t know
There’s a hole in my heart that you would fill
But I can’t overstep
And risk losing what we have
I’m lonely as it is
I couldn’t take losing you
It would **** me
Both figuratively and literally
I would die if I didn’t have what I can get
And that feels manipulative
And I hate myself for it
I just
I just love you
I just love you a lot
I just love you a lot more than I should
Jun 13, 2022
Jun 13, 2022 at 2:36 AM UTC
Men are 3 to 7 times more likely to commit suicide than women.
Men account for 55 percent of the workforce, but account for 92 percent of workplace deaths.
Men live on average 5 years less than women.
Police shoot more white men than any other demographic each year.
The vast majority of people in prison are men.
The majority of people suffering from homelessness are men.
Men are encouraged to seek help with there mental health but are ridiculed or ignored when they try.
77 percent of suicides are men.
"Be more open about your emotions"
"Stop complaining, you have no right to complain"
"Man up"
"Don't be a *****
"That's not a real man's job"
"Grow a pair"
"You won't even fight back?"
"I need a man that can afford me"
"Men don't cry its a sign of weakness"
"Men have it so good"
"All men are trash"
**** all men"
Welcome to manhood.
Sep 29, 2022
Sep 29, 2022 at 6:56 AM UTC
A hurting generation
of broken children
we are the end of this
alphabet of problems
our future is hopeless
full of student loans
and a job crisis
the millennials have
warned us so
So we dull our pain
with jokes and memes
ridiculed by older people
but we know that
our future is dull and
filled with hardship
so let’s make our now
bright and fun
and most of all
a good memory
for when things get hard
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
you look into his eyes
and only see brown.
you laugh and joke
about how this
makes him
“full of ****
but,
when i look into his eyes,
i see so much more.
this boy has been hurt,
hurt by so many people.
tears hide back behind
because if he ever showed
anyone
his emotions,
he’d be ridiculed.
this boy is sad.
he’s lives a life
that he doesn’t want to live,
but pretends that
he is in control.
this boy
is not what everybody thinks.
when i first met him
i was intimidated.
he gives off a vibe
that he is
indestructible.
get to know him.
you will see what i mean.
i’ve comforted this boy
while he cried,
which i’ve only seen once.
i’ve been by his side
for everything,
through hell and back.
this boy has so much pain,
so much sadness,
so much agony.
but he also has so much love.
he just doesn’t know
what to do with it.
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 3:19 AM UTC
Who invented the lie?
How smart was he
To make such an action
Hidden humility
The lie
A gift to the ridiculed
A weapon to the a elite
A curse to the oppressed
Such a lovely thing
A lie can be
To hide true intentions
To tease the population
Yet so powerful it could be
To fool anyone
To lead people on
One great temptress
The best thing it does
Is to fool oneself
To forget everything
To live in your own world
Thus, it is used
Thus, it is loved
Thus, it is needed
By the likes of you and I.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:12 AM UTC
Who gives a ****
If I live or die?
I have become the one forgotten
And I have fallen into some peculiar space
Now no one remembers the girl who once stood
In my place
She is changed, she has become something unexpected and unforgiving.
Is there a reason to believe in myself anymore?
I have been deemed, by many,
Unlovable.
Perhaps the worst damnation of all
Has come from my inner self.
But how does the rest of the world see me?
My views have been clouded over the years
By some unwarranted opinions
Of hypocrites and bigots
Bullies and ex-boyfriends
Daddy.
Calling me names to this day
Even after some bouts of depression
Cutting
Eating disorders
Even a suicide attempt.
Although these are all in the past
I still fail to hold myself in high regard.
Did they make me hate myself?
No, but they had a weighted hand in its development.
So who could love a creature like me?
A person, or rather, a shell of one,
Plagued by habit
Submerged in guilt
Crippled by a question that has never ceased.
Does being forced into a protective armor,
Being ridiculed
Being unloved
Make someone truly
Unlovable?
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
- It's simple, Life Isn't fair. You grow
Believing
It Is
Until the world Releases
It's
Wrath.
Equality
Doesn't
Come
Easily
It most definitely won't
come
without
a Fight.
Every
Fight
Comes
With
a consequence. It may seem hard
However
It's worth It
Barack Obama
Ridiculed
So I can
become a
president
Rosa Parks Imprisoned
So I can sit
wherever I
choose
Martin Luther
King Assassinated
So I can befriend
anyone I choose
Malcolm X Murdered
So I can be accepted
Freedom Riders
Arrested So I can eat
wherever I choose
Black Panthers
Abused So I can be
treated fairly
These fighters died, On the front line, On the battle field
So I wouldn't have
To. And yet, Where am I
Fighting, On the front line
Of the battle field
So what ever young
aspiring African American
won't be deprived
of their education
Of their History
Of their right to vote;
For standing up
For what they believe In
It's simple
Life Isn't fair
However you
don't know
Until life
unleashes It's
wrath
On You
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
They’re close,
Getting closer.
About to break free.
About to cross from,
A different realm of exsistance.
Few can see them.
The ones that do are ridiculed.
Everyone can see them.
I only see my own.
So many,
I still feel lonely.
I see my demons
Can you see yours?
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
a single momentary lapse of memory in a noisy skull,
just bones, flesh and a shaky consciousness.
slipping awareness and slowly
swimming bloodshot eyes. you're the teenager, the
sleepy head that angrily paces the room. agitated and
stressed out - to the maximum. tightly
balled fists, ready to fight the oncoming storm.
*'so long and good night. but before i go you should
know that if you carry on like this, you'll surely do yourself
damage.'* 'what of it?' taunts the little voice within the
closed in, confined walls of the skull.
**'it's too late.
you're too stressed. forget it.'**
and then there's the shouting now, not taunting, **'for the love of god,
bite your tongue and SHUT UP!'**
and again, from within. whispering, but maliciously forceful...
**'you're desperate and pathetic.
stop crying, you idiot. you're being so ridiculous. no one wants
to hear your ridiculous whining. choke those words back down, they don't matter'**
the violence that racks through your bones makes you
stressed and scared as hell, your eyes bloodshot and makes your
chest so painful that even breathing hurts.
unable to stand anything, at all. wanting it all to STOP.
it's not enough, screams the voice. that's another
sleepless night. another night lying awake, tormented and ridiculed
by a voice telling you *you'll fail, you're **** give up now before
it gets so much worse*
scream at the top of your lungs, tear yourself apart, if the voice
inside hasn't already stripped you bare of confidence and
everything that once made you, you. it's nearly too late.
and the voice still spits hatred at you.
always.
selfish.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
This little fairy always thought that she was important
In a way that it would not to me or even you.
She thought "I bet they thought I had a respsonsible face"
as I stood in the "Name the Fairy Day Today" queue.
That day she waited all day, (she was last out of bed)
She had arrived late (of course) and was last in line.
The others had been named, (they were all proud)
and this last name they had. well it was absolutely fine.
The others giggled behind her back (she didn't know that)
and was ridiculed whereever they went that very day.
The Fairy of the Rose and Forget-Me-Not were supportive
and not spiteful like the rest in a caring sort of way.
These fairies knew the real reason for her name but kept quiet
They did not want to shatter this little fairy's dream
Besides which when it was time to meet their maker
These two fairies had the best golden tickets to redeem.
That is what you get if you are a good and kind little fairy
is a golden ticket to extra love and devotion and stuff
The last thing a fairy wants is a damp grey cloud to sit on
which has run out of nice things, fluffy things and puff.
It is not hard to be nice they thought, takes no extra effort
So they were that to this hopeless little fairy that's always late.
The fairy of everything sharp and dangerous a name in itself.
But then to her it came with instant love from a nice playmate.
A playmate or two in fact which was more than most got.
So in her head she thought that she was well liked and respected.
In truth I suspect the rest were jealous and envied her status
But this little fairy (despite her name) always felt protected.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
Without legitimate occupancy,
Adverse possession is the legal right
Of anyone who moves in and maintains
A property, so here's the deal. We must
Move in to 1600 Penn,
The current tenant having broke the lease.
The caravan from Guatemala first, Hondurans trudging slowly from the depth.
Then the Yemen children not yet murdered,
Those with preexisting conditions next,
And women whose assaults were ridiculed,
Those roughed up by cops and politicians.
Losers in the war on drugs, the big house
Having far exceeded capacity.
The mentally ill, discarded by the
Great communicator after he tore
The Solar panels off the roof. This is
Anger, not poetic license. When a
Long train of abuses and usurpations
Evinces a design to reduce them
Under absolute Despotism, it
Is their right, it is their duty to throw
Off such Government, and to provide new
Guards for their future security. Such
Has been the patient sufferance of these
And such is now the necessity which
Constrains them to alter their systems of
Government. And journalists under fire,
If there's room still left in the briefing room,
Let facts be submitted to a candid
World.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
The ****** Lost
The ****** of Soul – does it work
Like Nakedness of Flesh in flashing World?
This shameless question worthy is of Talk
For Answers are so ravaging and bold.
Disclose Enclosures, Cloths unwrap,
Partaking Tastes so openly dare:
The ****** of Flesh – a mighty step
To Nakedness of Soul, a potent Pair!..
All Visual is hidden – take a look
And blindness of the sight by Darkness washes:
********** flow running like a brook,
It starts when Star falls down like a brooch.
The covers follow it like Mysteries, –
Their Names are ridiculed, Oblivion-like:
Be longer, Milky Way of naked Bliss –
Be burst of Lightning, you, releasing Strike!..
In Mirrors Naked ****** reflects,
In Revelations Nakedness get ****
And let the envy Ignorance neglect,
And let the jealous Ugliness be rude, –
The Flesh of Soul seduces Soul of Flesh
To let them live in Triumph of the Worth:
It gives the World initiating Flash
The shame of which for so long is lost!..
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 5:37 PM UTC
What happened?
Oh wait I remember
A president was elected
But we didn't get him
Instead we a got a dictatorial regime.
Freedom of speech was the first right to go
Slowly but surely
Prisoners of war
Accumulated in the prisons.
College kids and Activists
Beaten, ***** shot, ridiculed.
They might as well have been tarred and feathered
How sick do you have to be to shoot at a girl
Sitting
With her eyes closed
Crying for her country?
How sick do you have to be to paralyze a 15 year old boy
Walking
With the rest of us
For his future?
And don't get me started on the grandpa
Who was marching
with his grandchildren
Or the violinist
Dedicating a tune to his country
All trying
To escape from this country
Plagued by insecurity, inflation, and corruption.
The only thing we have left
Is a small scrap of hope.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC
Lord,
I know I’m nowhere near your model image
For what a good human is
I come here with nowhere left to turn
Exiled from my home
Ridiculed for trying to change
My devilish looks turning strangers away
My reforming person unaccepted by family
Tonight I weep
For what I was born into
And not being able to change
Into something you see fit
My tears,
Burning the very ground I walk on
Hoping for redemption
Praying for forgiveness
I’ve never asked for anything
But now?
I need answers
Answers to questions I’ve never been able to solve
Am I destined to be a demon?
Or can these horns form a halo?
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC