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"xenophobe" poems
I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of but I can't be tied to those forever so people forgive and forget I try to forget but still feel bad and I know there are still sore subjects that I should be sensitive about. Scrolling through Reddit I see a post of Māori students at an airport greeting their returning teacher with a traditional Māori war dance which was an admittedly sweet gesture but something didn't sit right with me. I wondered why the students greeting their teacher had to do so through a display of militaristic nationalism I wondered if that was the last dance the Moriori people saw before the Māori genocided them for their resources I wondered if the Māori danced like that as they ***** murdered, and cannibalized the Moriori. Wondering all of this made me ask myself: Why did they have to greet their teacher like that? The students wanted to make a big gesture which dancing is perfect for but dancing can also be vulnerable and embarrassing because people may mock how you express yourself but strangers at the airport are less likely to laugh at you if you're doing a synchronized dance with a group of people and the dancing is recognizably tied to national identity because then it's a culturally rich dance you're a xenophobe for laughing at and that's what nationalism is: strength in numbers and a readymade identity in lieu of an individual personality oftentimes for the sake of pistanthrophobia. So as I read the circlejerking comments on the post I wondered what the difference is between a Māori war dance and a **** salute I guess the Māori people have experienced more oppression than Nazis but nationalism is nationalism and those who have oppressed are oppressors and many who are oppressed would gladly be oppressors given the chance. Nationalism isn't healthy for culture and often isolates people from other cultures that are all combining due to globalization which people fight to preserve their little dances and costumes so we can stay in eternal conflict over delusions of supremacy when the only nationality should be a global one.
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Aug 28, 2022
Aug 28, 2022 at 8:41 PM UTC
Nationalism
I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of but I can't be tied to those forever so people forgive and forget I try to forget but still feel bad and I know there are still sore subjects that I should be sensitive about. Scrolling through Reddit I see a post of Māori students at an airport greeting their returning teacher with a traditional Māori war dance which was an admittedly sweet gesture but something didn't sit right with me. I wondered why the students greeting their teacher had to do so through a display of militaristic nationalism I wondered if that was the last dance the Moriori people saw before the Māori genocided them for their resources I wondered if the Māori danced like that as they ***** murdered, and cannibalized the Moriori. Wondering all of this made me ask myself: Why did they have to greet their teacher like that? The students wanted to make a big gesture which dancing is perfect for but dancing can also be vulnerable and embarrassing because people may mock how you express yourself but strangers at the airport are less likely to laugh at you if you're doing a synchronized dance with a group of people and the dancing is recognizably tied to national identity because then it's a culturally rich dance you're a xenophobe for laughing at and that's what nationalism is: strength in numbers and a readymade identity in lieu of an individual personality oftentimes for the sake of pistanthrophobia. So as I read the circlejerking comments on the post I wondered what the difference is between a Māori war dance and a **** salute I guess the Māori people have experienced more oppression than Nazis but nationalism is nationalism and those who have oppressed are oppressors and many who are oppressed would gladly be oppressors given the chance. Nationalism isn't healthy for culture and often isolates people from other cultures that are all combining due to globalization which people fight to preserve their little dances and costumes so we can stay in eternal conflict over delusions of supremacy when the only nationality should be a global one.
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Actually feeling like death is better, Better than letting her borrow my sweater, Cold but she needs the warmth more and pleasure, Doesn’t come easy when we’re talking Heather, Endlessly flowing love has nowhere to go, Fire and water that will burn and will flow, Getting pain and repose all in one blow, How do you regulate love? no one knows, Infidelity fills the atmosphere, Just like how the mug and all of your beer, Kills you over time quickly drawing you near, Little voices, the insanity premier, More drugs to drown the drastic discomfort, No way you know how much I have suffered, Open the blinds but keep emotions covered, Painfully black and white out the colors of, Quirky emotions that fall off the shelf, Remind yourself that nobody can help, So you end up understanding that the self, Tortures you and you can’t blame anyone else, Under pressure and stress twenty-four seven, Violence seeping out pores till’ I’m deafened, Woke-wise so I won’t make it to heaven, Xenophobe so no change cause depression, Yields surprising results in the face of, Zipped up introverts in the place of poets.
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
A Breathtaking Composition Displaying Expression
Another sleepless night Im having Bothered by these unfair thoughts. Crippled by the guilt im feeling Destroying my once lovely dreaming. Every time I see her face Fear rips through my tightened chest. Gentle laughter now forgotten Hatred for myself still blooming. I feel as though Im always followed Jumping at each and every noise. Keeping to myself and crying Learning to hide from my nightmares. Maybe one day I'll be just fine No longer blaming myself. Or perhaps I will never change Possibly only becoming worse. Quizzical is my way of thinking Ridiculous I have become. Sulking in my darkened shadow Teetering on the line of insanity. Unwanted pain fills my soul Vanquishing my beautiful memories. Withering away from everybody Xenophobe I now have become. Zealous I will never be again. -ARI
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Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 6:29 PM UTC
Crippling Nightmares
The holy crusade of tacit masochists An esoteric, timid terrorist Led pumps through your veins, Copper through mine My lips Israel, yours Palestine You sweat iron ore to fuel the war machine, Your tear-ducts producing only gasoline My nations prime exports,  indulgence and sin       I fight for my lord, but I crucified him A xenophobe, a chauvinist You're the sullen bigot, I'm the narcissist                                       I'm breaching your periphery, I'm sparing no time Searing your flag to cinders, Superseding with mine
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
Jihad
Worlds Hide In Your Pale Yellow Dust, Worlds Who Don't Know The Pain Of Trust, Who Is Inside You Cosmic Rose? Can I Unlock Your Mysteries? Billions Of Stars Are Alive In Your Petals, You Amaze Me, I Can't Even Wrap My Head Around Your Beauty, Is That Where I Will Go? When I Look At You I Forget All About Misery, My Human Brain To Clueless About You Nature, Even Though I Am A Foreign Creature, There Is No Need To Be A Xenophobe, Oh Cosmic Rose May I Swim In Your Beauty? I Know I Will Drown Inside Your Whirling Depths, But Im No Longer Afraid Of Death, I Crave To Know Your Secrets, I Will Die Trying To Know, Cosmic Rose May I Run Along Your Winds? Can You Teach Me The Language Of The Stars? So I Can Speak To The Worlds In Messier 104, And Or Maybe Even A The Ice Incrusted World Europa? Cosmic Rose, Take Me Please, Give Me A Tour That Will Last The Rest Of My Mortal Life, Cosmic Rose, Let Me Explore All Of The World Which Holds My Universe, My Home, Cosmic Rose, Would You, Could You, Let Me Meet Your Extraterrestrial Children? Cosmic Rose, Please, Give Me The Knowledge, To Know....
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Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 3:45 PM UTC
Cosmic Rose
The A to Z of Choosing that Special One Actions speak louder than words, some say Belonging to that period of time, we call day Considering their impact on others, we may Develop that strategy, and keep negativity away Endlessly searching for that special one Frankly speaking, will that time ever come? Going to convince yourself you've won How to deal with failure, calling yourself dumb Investigating a way for you to have fun Jack of all trades, yet master of none Keeping the truth from under the sun Laughing at you, you turning numb Managing those feelings of despair No one knows of those cries you fear Over and over you say that you care Predictable enough, when you pull out your hair Quickly running to gain that control Relying on your friend, in whom you've trusted your soul Standing there alone when all takes its toll Then finding out, devastated, she's been that mole Under that pillow, the one you once wished to share Victory to those that you thought had a care Willing no longer to ever bring near Xenophobe is now that condition you bare You've now learned one of many more lessons to come Zealous in choosing that someone to call, "Special One"
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
Searching for that Special One
***** to the percussion of sound. The harshness devastates all the people around, That’s what our embodiment occurrences bring. Violence seduces, Into the predilection of wounding, the populace **** your ******* faith. Be a ******* human! I am! We all learn, Some faster than others, To belong to, Like minds. I tiptoe through the agoraphobic xenophobe, That is the amoeba of darkness, That soul eats you called government and falsity. All things you see are redundancies.
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Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 1:53 PM UTC
Aggro Violence Unfamiliarity
(Pentagon E-ring office—executive officer knocks & enters—General motions him in) XO, Explain examinees... Examinee X-11, Xander Xanakis Experience? Explosives expert. Ex-Army. Executive experience Exam? Exceptional Excellent! Excessive Exessive? Explain Extreme xenophobe (expletive) Exclude Examinee X-12... Xavier Xanthopoulos... Experience? Expert— extraction, exfiltration. Ex-Navy, Executive Experience Exam? Excelled Extracuricular extras... Explain Expat, X-games, xylophone... Expat? Xalapa (chuckling) X-games, xylophone— (laughs) X-Factor! (XO nods his head, smiling) Xenophobic? (shaking head) Xenodochial. Exeptionally xenophilic! Expectations? Exceeds Expectations Excellent! XO, exclude examinee X-11... Excluding Xander Xanakis Expedite Xavier Xanthopoulos Expediting examinee X-12 XO, excused (XO exits) © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
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Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 2:54 PM UTC
X-Ray Oscar
Don't you know that foreigners are bad? They take our jobs and make God mad! They **** and **** and ********** and pillage! Why don't they just go back to their village?! Terrorists they are! Every one! What they've done cannot be undone! We have one here, what's under her veil? Surely something that will bring hell's hail!-- What's this?-- There's nothing here but hair. Maybe this hatred that we all share is nothing more than an illusion. Society's fusion of their elitist views and fears. I...I can't believe this has brought me to tears. Oh God. What have I done?
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 12:54 AM UTC
Xenophobe
you leave your home because of oppression and in your new country you flourish, doing well in this life generations on they have forgotten your struggles as they learned hate they have forgotten their origins as they learned what it is to be the xenophobe to be the oppressor to see your triumphs tarnished you begotten fortunates taking all you have for granted slanted views, courtesy of that you've been taught so some say it isn't your fault but we know better, eh? all your wealth could not stuff the gaping maw that your soul cries out to fill and so this is what you reap when seeds of suffering do you sow
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Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 11:33 AM UTC
Begotten Fortunates
You gave your love to the government. Your liver to the greyhounds and the squalor you live in. The Asian district disappoints you with its inaccessible women to whom you are flaccid and unlovable. The pub is full of students, air humid with *** and youth- all those impossible frames of reference. You, proud emblem, are confused by it all. The drawl of the six o'clock news: “there is a war at your own front door.” The Golden Age was taken for granted, a party spoiled by strangers, strange music, strange clothes; the symbols you cannot understand. Tradition fades to dementia, greyscale, redundant colour, and jaded patriotism; you raise the mourning flag alone. A country died in your lifetime, your romanticised vision of home.
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
The Xenophobe
A red, hot mist; a lit match To a puddle of gasoline. Anger is a beast, frothing at its mouth Hungry, hateful and lean. It is in the husband who beats his wife, physically, and verbally; It is in the vitriol we spew At each other detrimentally. It is in the xenophobe, Who cherishes resemblances And apprehends differences. It is in the people, Who segregate into a familiar tribe Unaware of who tortures us all Unwilling to unsubscribe From the delusion - 'I am right, and you are wrong'. Ire smolders beneath the surface Until the surface is no more And all that is left Is a charred, blackened sore. It is as corrosive as a vat of acid, It will burn you to the core; It will destroy all that is inside you, And nothing will be left to restore. Infuriation is a many-headed dragon; Devalued, unjustly accused, Hungry, hated or powerless, Ashamed, anxious or defenceless. Demeaned, disgruntled, upset; These are all emotions That lead to ire and regret. Yet, it is also self-preservation; In an unjust world, It is the burden of a whole nation. It is the sense than informs you When you are being cheated; Like the sensation of burning Upon touching an object that's heated. Yet, unknowing and uninformed We are always at each other's throats; The establishment is elated, In the embers of society, it gloats. For, in this insane, deluded world Happiness is a rare consignment, A moment amidst the chaos, Not a constant incitement. We must look beyond our petty squabbles And realise there is more to deal with Than each other's issues and troubles. Anger is as addictive as ****** And just like it, it feeds on vulnerability. Should we unite against our common enemy It would mean invincibility. We should not target each other; Instead we should aim at those Who have brought us here. Those who steal, lie and control; If they cannot, they will cajole. It is those who have turned life Into a rat race which nobody will win. Divided we are controlled, Unaware of the power within. Yet, you ask, what if we were united? Imagine, a whole world's anger Aimed at the right mark; That is what I propose, Before it is too dark And humanity swallows itself whole. _________________________________
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Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
Uprooted Wrath
A red, hot mist; a lit match To a puddle of gasoline. Anger is a beast, frothing at its mouth Hungry, hateful and lean. It is in the husband who beats his wife, physically, and verbally; It is in the vitriol we spew At each other detrimentally. It is in the xenophobe, Who cherishes resemblances And apprehends differences. It is in the people, Who segregate into a familiar tribe Unaware of who tortures us all Unwilling to unsubscribe From the delusion - 'I am right, and you are wrong'. Ire smolders beneath the surface Until the surface is no more And all that is left Is a charred, blackened sore. It is as corrosive as a vat of acid, It will burn you to the core; It will destroy all that is inside you, And nothing will be left to restore. Infuriation is a many-headed dragon; Devalued, unjustly accused, Hungry, hated or powerless, Ashamed, anxious or defenceless. Demeaned, disgruntled, upset; These are all emotions That lead to ire and regret. Yet, it is also self-preservation; In an unjust world, It is the burden of a whole nation. It is the sense than informs you When you are being cheated; Like the sensation of burning Upon touching an object that's heated. Yet, unknowing and uninformed We are always at each other's throats; The establishment is elated, In the embers of society, it gloats. For, in this insane, deluded world Happiness is a rare consignment, A moment amidst the chaos, Not a constant incitement. We must look beyond our petty squabbles And realise there is more to deal with Than each other's issues and troubles. Anger is as addictive as ****** And just like it, it feeds on vulnerability. Should we unite against our common enemy It would mean invincibility. We should not target each other; Instead we should aim at those Who have brought us here. Those who steal, lie and control; If they cannot, they will cajole. It is those who have turned life Into a rat race which nobody will win. Divided we are controlled, Unaware of the power within. Yet, you ask, what if we were united? Imagine, a whole world's anger Aimed at the right mark; That is what I propose, Before it is too dark And humanity swallows itself whole. _________________________________
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Afraid of the dark amazed by the light Behind the face of a broken boy Concealing his emotions carrying the weight of his guilt Deepening your intellect with details of his inner thoughts Extending the night into day effortlessly with a sinister grin Foreshadowing the future without hope or Gratification he cannot greet you with Happiness for he is helplessly In search of new insight in order to bring a more Jubilant vibe to life and provide joy for others to possibly Kindle the repressed joy within him knowing there is rebuttal Looking him dead in the eye livid from betrayal he Meets a new friend mastered in the art of revenge Never looking back he nearly kills himself looking for an Oasis oblivious to the realization that this Pal is inside his head rather than presenting itself before him he is in a Quandary trying to quantify his emotions Rather than understanding what has been released inside of him Soon enough he has an idea to saturate his body in Toluene in hopes to escape the Underworld that is about to engulf him ultimately he must Vacate this so called sanctuary to find value within himself Wading knee-deep in water trying to determine is he a Xenophile or is he a xenophobe the boy Yearns for an answer yell at him so he feels something Zany he may be as his three digit zip code is six-six-six
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
in love with the wrong light v2
By: Cedric McClester Forget about Isis No matter how you slice this Trump is the crisis Who’s rolling the dices It’s not the Southern border That is causing his disorder The entire world can see His insanity He’s taken the word of Putin Over those that he’s disputing When it comes to matters of state They’re treated second-rate To our collective amazement Some say he’s a Russian agent There's reams of evidence And it's in the present tense He’s a racist and xenophobe Now the emperor has been disrobed He stands naked in front of us all Even before Mueeller makes his call And the fact we have to face Is he’s made us an international disgrace Make America great again? Do you really think he can? Fellow Americans has it come to this, Is our ignorance truly our bliss? He’s a master at spinning a yarn Now the horses are out of the barn The need for the 25th Amendment Has become nothing, if not ascendant But even though at times he’s clever His reign of terror will not last forever Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019. All rights reserved.
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Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 12:14 AM UTC
FORGET ABOUT ISIS
Didn't think Xenophobe was A compliment few things I despise More, like smallness for one narcissism and shallowness for another Always felt a little black and a little homeless Hardly ever seen from the first glance They think it's snobbish I call it zoned out I like it there in my space where your Predictable logic has no place to be They think judgemental when Under an honest stare They poor out their truths Expecting I must like Jesus give them love And answers How could I ever lose touch with words? So articulate you say. I go mute but you will never know. But all you wish to know is a stereotype A pretty tale that puts more value On your price tag Nothing you knew Nothing you will ever know For all you see is your own Limited empty reflection
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
Fragrant fumes
Pretend that it does--- Or pretend that it doesn't---- either way, the world has no meaning--- never did--- there are no howling Banshees, thank u god, thanks 2 u--- Revolution obsolete, Robot-yes-men crowd elevators dying in 0.1 fell-swoop, Thank u, Christopher Marlowe, Christ surviving in u, blood red like a Caravaggio smear---madame X asks for the loo, it's down the hall---u can hear James Dean whining in the arms of Madame Pompadour, please close the door, let them be--- we were once of these alabaster halls & walls & high ceilings---get ur pope off me! Heretics have burrowed deep below her racist aunt likes me 4 some reason--- she's a zombie-robot xenophobe, excuse me, slippery metaphor I'll get hold of in the dark, in public, & call it art--- Because the world has no meaning & u can't make it so, I took ur sister instead--- Her LEGGO blocks were bigger & logic was in her bra that night along w/ algebra in Bryant Park, some dumb dark runway show--- Where she let me I dreamt of tossing the body in the bay early the very next day, But instead I broke down & cried right there on the worm-eaten pier & nearly fell in & joined my vodyanoy alter-ego Will she love me again, will Satan in his female gender look after me--- It took ur sister's sacrifice but God I hope she will
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Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 7:25 AM UTC
Ipso _____
when i feel down for knowing i know i don’t not stoop low i cut morbid short circuits shorter for torture. torn rapture it incapacitates and breaks order. to do so i con endorphins. i feel small. especially when they grow and go. and i'm here. more                                                             alone. than ever before. i resort not to overflown words nor spilled souls poor or porous they transform whole into prose seldom spoke almost as though forced forward fueled by formerly foreign external forces and i'm a foreigner. and i'm a xenophobe. and i am a vagabond gone rogue to enforce laws and propose chaos my thoughts provoke. i ****** them to withdraw. they pass it on. they're why i’m so withdrawn. to belong, i pass it forth. and i'm so far gone regardless, i will keep withdrawing.
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Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
isoelation