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Madeysin Apr 2015
She said, I'll never love a man...
Who ridicules my weight,
I said then don't,
Who bothers me about my posture,
Being straight...scoliosis,
I said then don't,
Who says I can't wear this or that,
I said then don't,
Who questions my morales & beliefs,
I said then don't,
Who makes fun of the things,
That bring me relief,
I said then don't,
Who wants to have *** after the first date,
I said then don't,
She said, I'll never love a man...
I said then don't.
I ran down the steps to write this
Beaux Jul 2013
Tell me.
That voice inside of your head.
The one you claim is God.
A God telling you to hate individuals.
Does it sound similar to that voice saying you shouldn't eat that second piece of cake?
Yeah, that's your conscious. Not God.
You're eating away at your outlook on life...and also eating your way into another size up in mom jeans.

Get some perspective.
And a gym membership.

Don't even think about ******* sitting with us.
This is not poetry. This is a mini rant.
Mims Dec 2017
You are just another object that they cannot ****
and it makes them angry
These boys, they get angry

So write goodbye behind your ear and down your throat and in permanent marker on both of your thighs

Tattoo **** backwards on your inner lip, so everytime you look in the mirror and try to choose teeth to pull to make their rejection more convenient
you will be reminded of who you are*

They will say swearing is ugly and you will say ***** until they shift in their seats
You will stare them down and bring your pointer finger across your neck
Don't you get it?
You will say
Pretty girls end up dead
You should know you're the ones killing them
But don't think that means I won't kick your *** in my skirt
won't strangle you with my golden hair
Won't choke you with my pretty nails until you are reduced to a blood stain
I wake up in once a month
These boys will think you owe them something
They will call you
*** *****
****
Simply in need of "some convincing"
When you don't want to sleep with them
you will tell them you get more girls then them
You are beautiful
You are ******
But most of all you are strong
You are fight
And you will tell all these boys to their face
That you could **** them with a look
You could weave a noose out of your armpit hair and fasten it around their big fat
Egos

You will be the one to change the world
I say
Cradling my daughter's head

You will be the one to change the world I say
Hugging my son tight
We will not go quietly into this darkness
I will raise you
With fight
I,
will raise you *RIGHT
This is my life.
Because my gender has been used to portray weakness and inadequacy and an excuse for lack of respect for as long as I can remember. I grew into a world uncaring unforgiving being told to mind my own business. When my bestfriend got ***** and everyone around me said "well, with a chest like that.." when my brothers and uncles dismiss my opinion, because "girls are too loud nowadays" it is entirely my business. I will not be silenced by your judgment.  I will not go quietly as so many have told me to.
People have told me this is just another angry feminist poem,
And ****
You're right.
Domford Aug 2018
I lie here in the dark, alone in silence
Nothing but raw emotional abundance
With thoughts vast like the voids of space
Looking in the mirror but seeing a different face
Slipping into danger because of my race
Why rush through life, when all you do is die faster
When strive for freedom just to act like the “*****”
I know my God, his grace and everlasting might
He gives all for us even when our pockets seem tight
Hide our blessings talking some “not for everyone’s sight”
Claiming to be religious but your really running from the light
See what they show is only what we want to see and hear
But in life thing are way different from they appear
Heartbroken so now you think you’re *** or gay
Literally crying because of how you lost your way
Believe in the system when it’s made to bring you to the ground
People in power that hype you up, take your money and tear you down
Lightweight problems we blow out off proportion
They owe you ten dollars so you force an extortion
Spoiled rotten so you can’t tell the struggle of succession
Got told “no” once you call it oppression
Want a little sympathy so now you in depression
Males going around with polygamous thoughts
Females call themselves ******* and display themselves as thots
Calling the Labeling as hoes and f-boys offensive  
Can’t handle the truth so your lies grow extensive
Can’t see the error of your own actions
So you blame it on others in three ways of “attraction”
Light skins, Brown Skins, Dark skins, colors for reference  
Small scale discrimination mistaken for preference
Flaws are a blessing they distinguish who we are
But we wanna be so “perfect” we treat our blessings like a scar
Can’t accept what’s real so you’re Running from reality  
Hiding your emotions and corruption in your mentality  
All for the game until the truth surface
Yes it’s harsh but that’s just the way it is
See you get mad when you can’t control the situations
You have to understand that the world goes deeper than rays and vibrations
And what funny is that a lie will carry you for miles
And the truth will carry you a lifetime yet when heard you go in denial
In life You’re not going to automatically know how to win
you have to question yourself and look deep within
you already know the answer but your clouded judgment and your past
Makes it seem as though the answer is beyond your grasp
but there are no clouds deep within you  
because what’s inside is only raw emotions and truth
Factions, gangs, cults all different names
Similar practices it’s all the same
Weak mind, lost of faith, no patience so no waiting
So hopeless that you worship Satan
You can take a horse to the river but can’t make it drink
It’s never too late to change the way you think
Free front the shackles of evil your soul
Repent and you’ll make it to the city of gold  
Get offended, cuss me, act how you feel  
I’m not being cocky, just showing that you can’t handle what’s real.

— The End —