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reflectionzero Jul 2015
When I was nine a boy told me I looked like a ******* the playground. I cried and beat him until my knuckles turned white. At the time, anything like a girl was deserving of two things: disrespect and objectification. I write in the past-tense in the hope that this mentality is on its way out with corsets and Truck Nutz® .

The legalization of same-*** marriage has made it so that I'm given a [somewhat] equal level of rights to that of a heterosexual, and it created an air of safety on the streets in which saying things like “******” might now be on par with the word “******”. People might start to feel more socially obliged to say sorry to me for saying it-- but not because they actually are.

For that I'm grateful, but the integration of the homosexual identity in the media is being largely focused through the male lens, and that's a problem.

The 'coming out' sports stars and picket-fence gays in shows like Modern Family completely overshadow women-- in the same way that all aspects of our society do.

I still hear that insecure nine-year-old echoing in the byzantine recesses of my twenty-something brain, “you look like a girl” and I cringe. For society to make sense of my sexuality as a male attracted to other men, I was feminized and subsequently devalued. “If you like men, you must be like a girl” and conversely the same would be applied to a lesbian, “If you like women, you must be like a boy (but probably confused and you'll change your mind, because you're a woman)”.

The problem was, that at some point, I was expected to join the cheerleading squad or football team and play with Barbies or Army figurines. I was born into a gender straight-jacket that aimed to suffocate my expression as a male into singular shade of blue, and I'm rather fond of pink.

But everyone knows that pink is the weaker and more pathetic color.

The expectations of a woman to be barefoot preparing dinner for her drunk and abusive husband has been alleviated, but there is still a monster of an elephant lurking in the kitchen.

For a movement which parades a diverse banner of colors and proclaims acceptance, therein lies the patriarchal monster rearing its head once more. For example-- Grindr, the gay male social networking app that has been all the craze. Amidst the headless torsos looking for partnership among strangers (NSA ***), the unifying demand (literally almost every profile) is masculinity.

A demand that our partners appear more physically masculine as to avoid further social isolation.  A request which directly results from the hurt of being feminized as gay men; it's a request that represents the patriarchal society which ostracized us in the first place for “being like a girl” (and I cringe once more).

Flashback to some age between nine and twenty asking myself, “What's wrong with being a girl?” Well, I suppose we could go the biological route and say that they are in fact smaller and less capable of lifting heavy things. Then we could also look at college graduation rates of females over males and scale the weight of each genders brain and figure out which is superior. (Did you know women exceed males in college education?) They do, and since they're aren't many sabertooth tigers to club over the head anymore-- men should probably pick up the pace.

Then I realized-- there is absolutely nothing wrong with being a girl, feminine or gay. There's something wrong with being a man.
not a poem
The Good Pussy Oct 2014
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                                   Knock
                             knock! Who's
                            there?    Anita!
              ­            Anita who? Anita
                            **** inside me.
                            Knock knock  !
                            Who's  there   ?
                            Do  U  want   2  
                            Cds ?    Do  you
                            want 2Cds who?
                            Do U want 2  C
                            D  nutz ? Knock
                            knock !   Who's
                            there?   Dewey.
              Dewey    who?      Do we have
            to use a ******? Knock   knock!
              Who's   there?      (****   voice)
                Who would U      like it to be?
One here's come to the two
To the muthaphukkin three
Gangsta in me far from empty
I stay on fool quick to serve
All adversaries with tool
After I smoke you
Dump on you just like trump
Bankruptcy part two
From begin to end
I'm in it to win break all the shells
From fake *** storey tells enticing he'll
Got homies in the joint laughing well
Black and Latino nation soon to rebel
If a million stand tall
How can they put us all in jail
So I'll cast the spelling pen
Makin a G putting my nuts on ya chin yeah


Ya couldn't shoot at me
And not expect a come back
Fool I'm from the hard hood
So I bomb like Bagdad
Run for cover
Cuz Yosef kills like no other
Stuck up in a daze yea I'm in a maze
Feelin good cuz made a pay day with an ak
Like dilinger gun slinger don't call me ******
My images is bigger bigger
Like the sound of my trigger
Hates never loved us
***** wanna **** us
Can't believe in emotions cuz they hard to trust rusty me
Naw never thAt I just wanna see ya back tore up from my Mack
Eleven sendin souls to heaven
We can't talk *****
Not talking bout Tevin
So this is ya end send ya prayers
Cuz ya still gonna bend
With muthaphukkin nutz on ya chin
JavNiv Jun 2014
West side house.
By: Hayden Mills.

When I was eight, seven, six,
The older boys and girls who lived in my area,
Had tight cliques,
Most of the boys Latino, Mexican,
White, black,
Listening to 2pac and wakaflaka,
"Let ya nutz hang" was the matto for some,
Brother vs. Brother one was ended with the sound of a gun,
One bullet made the heart go numb,
Now this doesn't mean any of us lived in the streets,
Yet a lot of kids my age claimed to be,
Most of us had a warm place and hot plate to eat,
No ghetto,
But the older boys in my area still dressed in black sagged geans,
Black shirts with the white one underneath,
Shaved heads or hats or bandanas,
A chain and a watch,
So the pretty girls would watch.
I decided to write about some of the older kids on the block I grew up around as a kid.
Pasquale Apr 2013
I remember that day....
I remember that day, when I moved away...
Children don't have a say... hell, they just take you away...
I remember that day in school when they pushed me down the stairs...
Didn't break my neck... but then again... who cared...
I remember that day when I had my first crush...
Got the guts to tell her... but all she said was your nutz, now hush...
I remember that day...when I graduated...
Not a friend in the ballroom... God I felt like a fool...
I remember that day someone got served...
Didn't mean to be brutal... but I guess he touched a nerve...
I remember that day when I got my first job...
Told my boss he was a *** and his wife's name should be Bob...
I remember that day I fell in love...
I perfect fit I thought... hand in a glove...
I remember that day I brought home a little kitten...
Grew up to be a big bad tiger... people got bitten
I remember that day he had to go away...
She cried so much... I comforted her by saying... I'm here to stay
I remember that day I went to work far away...
Missed that girl so much i lost a pound a day...
I remember that day I came back...
The feeling I had when I realized her heart was turning black...
I remember those years of pulling together all the pieces...
I remember those cold nights sleeping with a stranger...
I remember my tolerance being equal to no other...
I remember her envy for my lack of jealousy...

I remember that last day she hurt me so bad...
And all the people saying **** her, you should be glad...
I remember cutting her dreads from my hair...
Burning them, letting her go while at fire I stared...

I remember moving on falling on hard times...
But I can take it see... I'll turn nickels into dimes...

I remember that day when I smiled again... and I remember everyday after
I know what I want again... days filled with laughter
Dawn of Lighten Dec 2015
Life as we know it is a chance,
But require made hands to dance,
Then **** on everyone with winning prance.

Reading the moving lips,
Looking for people's reactive bits
And que into people's tips.

It's them ballers,
The high rollers,
With stacks of hundreds of dollars,
The ****** know it all white collars.

With them fancy cars,
Hanging in cliquey bars,
Swinging the club in many pars,
As if some royalty bloodline of a tsar.

But in a game of chance, owning a yacht means nothing without a boat!
All those credit cards mean nothing without the proper cards on the table!

Riches mean nothing in a table, nor nice clothes in a game.
Because even kings and queens could fall flat on their faces with those aces!

So let me tell you little bit about this game,
It's reading people to tame,
Where you grind the game without a shame,
Stepping up to no longer stay the same
It's a game recognize your name to a fame.


Just remember the high cards can get you far,
But get beaten by them deus in a bar,

The pairs are wonderful as it gets higher
jokers bring jokes to her admirer,
While the ladies yell "off with their heads!"

In the royal court Cowboys rule supreme,
But those pair of aces undo royalties like puddle of creme.

Two pairs are better than a pair,
And three of a kinds are better than a two pair,
While the wheel is super fair.

Straight line is common winning line
But Flushes them after a dine

The boat takes them for a cruise,
Quads will get them a bruise,
But the nutz are royal flush of hidden ruse!

It's the mastering of perception,
Made hands with repercussion.

Because life as we know it is a chance,
But requires made hands to dance,
And hold onto your winning chips by ******* on them with your prance.

When you have nothing, there is nothing to lose,
Because Hold'em no limit is the purest form of living a life!




,
Became psyched by rewatching the cinematic classic "Rounders!"
JaxSpade Jun 2019
Covetousness
What's wrong with a little lust
For what I love to wish

?Does it equal happiness

What if I desire to be the tiniest camel
And walk through the eye of a needle
With a gold filled chalice

Should I strive to be poor
And not want more
Than to never give

To live in a shack
Rather than a palace

Shall I covet
And want more of it
To put a smile on my feckless face
Or be worth less

Am I so greedy
To want what I'm needing
To live

Covetousness
Then tell me what to wish
If there is no desire of this world
A man could kiss

If all the riches are in heaven
A hundred fold given
Then what are we doing
on this earth futilely living

;

For a man wants more
As his nature is attracting
What his flesh is asking
But tell me
What's so wrong
About wanting
What makes you happy

Now I ask
?What is money
Something everyone needs

Men say it's sweeter than honey

And as the offering plate
Passes me by
I covet the earnings

More than my pastor
jeffrey robin Dec 2014
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no

Don't

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The police state !



no

We won't

///////

Promises



We shall be free

( throw away your ******* razor blades and FIGHT ! )

For ******* CHRIST sake !!!

Your numb Nutz cowardice is driving me insane !

//////

War in the streets

The police !

The mind control games !

The crazed out **** head

And you remain
David Nelson Mar 2010
FriginFrazzled

I hear the sounds of a loud cymbal crash,
now my teeth, or starting to gnash,
I'm friginfrazzled, that's what I am,
my nerves are on edge, my mind is like spam,
oh I am such a tortured soul,
just wanna go, climb in a hole,
tell everyone to pissupatree,
just quit screwin with me,
I offer my heart, and get kicked in the nutz,
maybe I'm, just a stupid old putz,
I guess I just expect too much,
poor little me, add another crutch,
I see the world, but no one sees me,
maybe it's time, for me to go free,
I seriously doubt, anyone would care,
finding me lifeless, in my long underwear,
or I can return, the way I arrived,
completely naked, all alone inside

Gomer LePoet...
jeffrey robin Mar 2014
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Great the god

••

River run dry
Mountains are gone
Man has destroyed the earth he lives on

Souls are on fire hearts only break
Man has forgotten the promises he made

••

Great the god

••

And will he send

Joey Numb Nutz

Back to

Cuckoo ***** ****

In the NICK OF TIME !

••

You can read it FIRST here on Hello Poetry !!

(Lucky you ! )

••
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Great the god

Anyone can be with him today

Anyone who wants to surely can
Gr8Ryzyngz Jun 2021
Hart O Kool KAP
It's 5 Oklok in da mourning yuh see
Duppy really really knew
Juzt how to frighten me
Way back when WE
Had childish men2boyz tality
To think someone like you
Could ever overstand
Deez nutz iz far bigga than yours
If you ain't feeling it already
You and yours will feel
It soon come faster than
A speeding bullet eventually
You and yours gooooiiiiiin learnn

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