"yas" poems - Hello Poetry

When you see me You see a peaceful joyful soul When you see me You see smiles and happiness When you see me You see a strong cheerful young man When you see me Yon don't see me like I see me rorrim gnikool a otni kool I nehW niap hguorht neeb esohw yob a ees I rorrim gnikool a onti kool I nehW ytitnedi on sah ohw nam gnuoy a ees I rorrim gnikool a onti kool I nehW eb ll'I yas elpoep nam eht ees t'nod I rorrim gnikool a onti kool I nehW erutuf on htiw eruliaf a ees I When you see me You don't see the real vulnerable Me.

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Dec 11, 2011

Dec 11, 2011 at 5:56 PM UTC

michael-ellis

Seeing Things Clearly

When you see me You see a peaceful joyful soul When you see me You see smiles and happiness When you see me You see a strong cheerful young man When you see me Yon don't see me like I see me rorrim gnikool a otni kool I nehW niap hguorht neeb esohw yob a ees I rorrim gnikool a onti kool I nehW ytitnedi on sah ohw nam gnuoy a ees I rorrim gnikool a onti kool I nehW eb ll'I yas elpoep nam eht ees t'nod I rorrim gnikool a onti kool I nehW erutuf on htiw eruliaf a ees I When you see me You don't see the real vulnerable Me.

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So fascinating black women's crowns are. For so long we couldn't accept them, Well if Jesus can wear a crown of thorns you sure as hell can wear those curls, those naps, that glory, relaxed or not. Your crown, your choice. "Yas natural." No. So why is it my hair is automatically deemed less beautiful when asked if I am "down with the creamy crack" or "all natural"? My crown loses its glisten when another black women tears me down for not bearing my natural thorns. And yes I've always considered going back every 8 or so weeks when my curly new thorns start sprouting back in. "You should try this product. Great for natural hair." But... It's just that, if I am not my hair why must it matter so much what stage it is in? No I am not rejecting my blackness, no appropriation needed my curls still rejoice, even if i didn't wake up that way contrary to popular belief I do not like my hair straight. "Your hair gets so big. Are you natural?" No. You call society racist for being so fascinated by our hair. Racist for asking us to limit our hairs heights and widths to accommodate their dress codes Racist to change ourselves "I love your hair. Are you natural?" No. Well it is prejudice to deem me insecure, unnatural, and "bad hair" because of how I "choose" to wear my crown. Poor assumption that just because my hair is often curly and is thick that I must in fact be natural. Hair is beautiful is various forms. Please let me relax with my relaxed crown.

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Aug 1, 2014

Aug 1, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC

alexandria-rae-mason

Relaxed Crown

So fascinating black women's crowns are. For so long we couldn't accept them, Well if Jesus can wear a crown of thorns you sure as hell can wear those curls, those naps, that glory, relaxed or not. Your crown, your choice. "Yas natural." No. So why is it my hair is automatically deemed less beautiful when asked if I am "down with the creamy crack" or "all natural"? My crown loses its glisten when another black women tears me down for not bearing my natural thorns. And yes I've always considered going back every 8 or so weeks when my curly new thorns start sprouting back in. "You should try this product. Great for natural hair." But... It's just that, if I am not my hair why must it matter so much what stage it is in? No I am not rejecting my blackness, no appropriation needed my curls still rejoice, even if i didn't wake up that way contrary to popular belief I do not like my hair straight. "Your hair gets so big. Are you natural?" No. You call society racist for being so fascinated by our hair. Racist for asking us to limit our hairs heights and widths to accommodate their dress codes Racist to change ourselves "I love your hair. Are you natural?" No. Well it is prejudice to deem me insecure, unnatural, and "bad hair" because of how I "choose" to wear my crown. Poor assumption that just because my hair is often curly and is thick that I must in fact be natural. Hair is beautiful is various forms. Please let me relax with my relaxed crown.

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"yas ***** I would say Only to be dismissed away Looking him in the eyes wondering How dare you frown upon me As if I'm the beast unseen You came to my home stripped me of my joy ***** and killed my family Holding me captive as a prison of war How dare you frown upon me As if I'm the beast unseen You forced my daughter to cry As you hauled off her last bit of hope At least I have some dignity Though it seems my pride has been lost deep within green Where the blue skies don't feel darker than coal How dare you frown upon me As if I'm the beast unseen

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Dec 4, 2014

Dec 4, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC

sir-poet

The ***** Slave

"yas ***** I would say Only to be dismissed away Looking him in the eyes wondering How dare you frown upon me As if I'm the beast unseen You came to my home stripped me of my joy ***** and killed my family Holding me captive as a prison of war How dare you frown upon me As if I'm the beast unseen You forced my daughter to cry As you hauled off her last bit of hope At least I have some dignity Though it seems my pride has been lost deep within green Where the blue skies don't feel darker than coal How dare you frown upon me As if I'm the beast unseen

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Jinx! You owe me a haggis! Sheep! Sheep! Sheep boing! I tried to connect the two. I am glad that someone loves my discursive stuff. I feel thrilled that someone validates me. Tell me why again? Why why why not? Did you mention socks? Why? You’re a sock! Your face is a sock! A pair of socks! I laugh! You didn’t anticipate that one, did you? I will nevar stop. Nevar. Yes. An alternate spelling. Hehehehehehe. Be bold. Be bold like Leeroy Jenkins. Yas. Chicken music. Yas. He was brave, he led the charge. On monkeys and elders, what was our conclusion? Monkeys are silly, elders are catnip. I am silly. This poem is silly. Hehe. You know what I’m about to say next. We must keep it a secret. Sheep! Sheep boing! Figure out what that pakis-ectomy is. Yeah? Yeah? Well, you’re a pakis. I guess that Wyatt Cenac said it best: I have to fool you. I am fooling you. Aeneas, Cooper, Pedro, and Boo. They are all amicable with each other.

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Feb 3, 2015

Feb 3, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC

allen-page

An Ode To Pakis

Jinx! You owe me a haggis! Sheep! Sheep! Sheep boing! I tried to connect the two. I am glad that someone loves my discursive stuff. I feel thrilled that someone validates me. Tell me why again? Why why why not? Did you mention socks? Why? You’re a sock! Your face is a sock! A pair of socks! I laugh! You didn’t anticipate that one, did you? I will nevar stop. Nevar. Yes. An alternate spelling. Hehehehehehe. Be bold. Be bold like Leeroy Jenkins. Yas. Chicken music. Yas. He was brave, he led the charge. On monkeys and elders, what was our conclusion? Monkeys are silly, elders are catnip. I am silly. This poem is silly. Hehe. You know what I’m about to say next. We must keep it a secret. Sheep! Sheep boing! Figure out what that pakis-ectomy is. Yeah? Yeah? Well, you’re a pakis. I guess that Wyatt Cenac said it best: I have to fool you. I am fooling you. Aeneas, Cooper, Pedro, and Boo. They are all amicable with each other.

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Interestingly enough, a city filed with intoxicating dress, yes, I like the chucks and baggy pants, no I do not wear it myself, but I appreciate the look, with the Giants hat, let me write you a vignette, techies tools talking bout tacky office gossip and girls they will never **** bahaha and iPods ipods iPods fueling a sweet melody for the ride in boxcar boxcar. Yas yad yas People going to and from work , quieter, contemplative, examining their tax returns, the hat pulled down straight people, ticking, tocking, the images of content, staring up with amusement, the people talk of beer, of business, in seriousness, the pamphlets, the trends, counters, crawlers, beggars, in solitude, all of them have lovers, insecurities, mal adaptations, taking the drug that says that the life is alright, and thats alright the little town looks so real to them, they, use the crosswalk, they, stop at the red stop sign, they, don't make eye contact, because their purpose is to purpose, their purpose is their power lunch, a power lunch, of a sandwich, what of a sanwhich? and what does that have to do with the urban life? the power meal, designed with purpose, for purpose, in chairs that are made for rain, in intersections made for walking, in red lights made for stopping and aliens must be amused, by the order, the roots must be...facinating

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Feb 10, 2015

Feb 10, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC

Seanzy

Counters, crawlers, beggars

Interestingly enough, a city filed with intoxicating dress, yes, I like the chucks and baggy pants, no I do not wear it myself, but I appreciate the look, with the Giants hat, let me write you a vignette, techies tools talking bout tacky office gossip and girls they will never **** bahaha and iPods ipods iPods fueling a sweet melody for the ride in boxcar boxcar. Yas yad yas People going to and from work , quieter, contemplative, examining their tax returns, the hat pulled down straight people, ticking, tocking, the images of content, staring up with amusement, the people talk of beer, of business, in seriousness, the pamphlets, the trends, counters, crawlers, beggars, in solitude, all of them have lovers, insecurities, mal adaptations, taking the drug that says that the life is alright, and thats alright the little town looks so real to them, they, use the crosswalk, they, stop at the red stop sign, they, don't make eye contact, because their purpose is to purpose, their purpose is their power lunch, a power lunch, of a sandwich, what of a sanwhich? and what does that have to do with the urban life? the power meal, designed with purpose, for purpose, in chairs that are made for rain, in intersections made for walking, in red lights made for stopping and aliens must be amused, by the order, the roots must be...facinating

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I figure this , sums up the humor we share on how I can be that sort of , well, annoyingly entertainingly inspirational let down that is worth smiling about, and on good occasion, trust in and a pat on the back, shake of the hand and a eye to eye you are not such a bad man, well, once you get over the smell of yas, lol. j/k smile. I am. Michigan J. Frog https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bh376GzsSKI

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Nov 19, 2015

Nov 19, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC

ricci-moon-scott-crow-moon

I figure this , sums up the humor we share

I figure this , sums up the humor we share on how I can be that sort of , well, annoyingly entertainingly inspirational let down that is worth smiling about, and on good occasion, trust in and a pat on the back, shake of the hand and a eye to eye you are not such a bad man, well, once you get over the smell of yas, lol. j/k smile. I am. Michigan J. Frog https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bh376GzsSKI

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...yesterday, did I?! Tsk, tsk. (sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXVII) Poinsett'yas red for Xmas "cheer," detail The huge, white snowflake cutouts with a sense Of all we dreaded facing, tree fr'intents A green fir Santa's head hangs from t'avail, I've Irish strains to give the silence bail As merry jigs in season charm from hence The dead calm I'd not wake, but why's defense So dearly wanted like I'm lost? Joys fail? I know! Tis amb'ance for a party. Were Such mine t'indulge in, these might as well do That want of "what's just right" some good. Is't poor Now I am dying of boredom strangely too? Put on Tchaikovsky after Celtic fer This restless sense I can't shake--oh, where to?! 07Dec24b

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Dec 11, 2024

Dec 11, 2024 at 2:51 PM UTC

JennyGordon

Got Spoilt By Working With Others

...yesterday, did I?! Tsk, tsk. (sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXVII) Poinsett'yas red for Xmas "cheer," detail The huge, white snowflake cutouts with a sense Of all we dreaded facing, tree fr'intents A green fir Santa's head hangs from t'avail, I've Irish strains to give the silence bail As merry jigs in season charm from hence The dead calm I'd not wake, but why's defense So dearly wanted like I'm lost? Joys fail? I know! Tis amb'ance for a party. Were Such mine t'indulge in, these might as well do That want of "what's just right" some good. Is't poor Now I am dying of boredom strangely too? Put on Tchaikovsky after Celtic fer This restless sense I can't shake--oh, where to?! 07Dec24b

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You were toying with my head, with how you said the things you said the way you phrased them for the better, then much worse. Walk out or walk away , keep on saying what you're saying , but all I hear's c o m p l a i n i n g and your echoes in reverse.

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Jun 19, 2015

Jun 19, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC

cosmo-naught

!yas uoy revetahw

You were toying with my head, with how you said the things you said the way you phrased them for the better, then much worse. Walk out or walk away , keep on saying what you're saying , but all I hear's c o m p l a i n i n g and your echoes in reverse.

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