"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.
Aug 28, 2022
Aug 28, 2022 at 8:41 PM UTC
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.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
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
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 6:29 PM UTC
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
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
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....
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 3:45 PM UTC
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"
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
***** 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.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 1:53 PM UTC
(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.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 2:54 PM UTC
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?
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 12:54 AM UTC
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
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 11:33 AM UTC
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.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
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.
_________________________________
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
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
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
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.
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 12:14 AM UTC
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
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
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
Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 7:25 AM UTC
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.
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC