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Organ Donor

When I die
I won't need my eyes.

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                                      The ancient organ groaned
                                             ended the passion
                                          - bitter vinegar tones
                                              pierced the walls
                                           Heart had lost its fire

                                   The prophets rubbed their heads
                                     wisdom at any time and place
                                             Overly high hopes
                                          Resignation found in a
                                             cast iron saucepan
                                     The criteria for organ donors 
                                                    are clear
                                                         ~
                                             Bell tower mourns

Biological Egg Donor

So far it's been 35 years since I started to roam the Earth, You only stood in my life from birth until i was 11months then left me with no trace not even a word.

I try to forget about you but in my mind you still creep in, Why put me through this mental torture was I such a sin ? I'm surprised you didn't throw me into a trash bin.

At times I fall asleep with tears in my eyes wondering what was your reasons for disappearing, also wondering if you did the same to my unknown siblings.

In fact it's a whole half of my bloodline that I don't know, Did you even advise them of my existence ? How can you as a "Woman" have a Heart so cold ?

As I grew older I tried to track you exhausting many options and logic, I guess I have better chances of meeting Jesus before we ever discuss this topic.

I was raised by my Paternal side of the Family who nurtured and watched me grow, Now I found the Woman who I will soon marry God willing adopt some children and start my own Family.

I am not poor nor am I rich 1 thing's for sure I will never be like you you disgraceful Witch, The pains you have caused me I would never wish on another since you decided to run and go in to deep cover, I'm glad I don't have to refer to you as a Biological Mother.

By: Shawn Muñoz


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Donor Cozeners
            by Odin Roark

Seduction eased into town long ago,
Thought to be natural.
It was
Praised as stability,
It was
Embraced as destiny,
It was…

Procreation ruled the nights,
Delivery rooms the days,
Time passed and like flies to a sugar fix,
Victory swarmed
Bank tellers on payday,
Local bars on Friday night,
Churches on Sunday.

Workweek habits continued,
Sexual harassment ‘round the water cooler,
Ass kissing ‘round the bosses,
Entitlement ‘round the calling-in-sick phone.

Then something happened.

Times got rough,
Unemployment rose,
Businesses shut down,
Preachers sought donations elsewhere,
Enticement stumbled out of town.

Darkness lured memories of enticements,
Cob webs hung furtively,
Tying unlit lamp post to shattered neon signs,
Side streets to alleyways,
Locked doors to broken windows.

Summer storms passed over,
Leaving muddy puddles,
Their rippled reflections
But gurgling echoes to the moon.
Goodbye waves of regret.

Today…

Not far down the road,
A new infestation of passionless hunters
Perfect their duplicitous smiles,
Awaiting yet another bounty of ignorance
For buying into the inducement
Of both flight
And fright,
Believing this,
Believing that,
Unaware that allurement
Is barbed with many disguises.

Hopefully…

Conscience will remain conscious
Never forgetting that on a clear night,
Or a dew covered sunrise,
Deception’s abalone color
Will flicker from the incandescence of
Beguilement’s lure,
Turning tomorrow’s entrapment of dreams,
Like the broken wings of flies,
Fractured rainbows are sucked
Into the black hole of deceit.
© Odin Roark  Create an image from this poem.

Elegy For the Sperm Donor

you said I could not cook
it was an accusation
a condemnation
a comparison
with your mother and
other women of
whom you approved.
I did not meet the standard
I was not womanly
I failed all forms set
by you, your family, the island
never having been taught, I never learned.
My fear was huge.
You were contemptuous.
I was less than less.
a nothing naught
that nevertheless
had to provide
had to make
each day a life I thought I would be given.
which was wrong
but I could never stop
long enough
could never be still enough
could never breathe in and then out
understanding at last my life was my
own and never yours and so
was mine to make or mar.
My heart hurt worse when our dog died.
And I wrote a better poem about it.

12/31/2013

The List

His name is Bob and he is a mechanic 
He suffers from liver disease 
But doesn't panic

He is in need of a transplant
It's very urgent 
He hasn't had a drink in seven months 
 
He has a wife and a daughter who just graduated from law school
She offers him some champaign to celebrate n asks if that's cool 

He refuses but she insists 
He has just one glass then takes a seat 

He's been waiting for six months 
And today we finally found a donor
He is so excited and his family could not be happier 

The tests results show a percentage of alcohol in his bloodstream 
And now this changes everything 

Today I inform him and his family that he can no longer receive a new liver 
Immediately he begins to quiver 

He has been placed at the bottom of the list and there's nothing I can do 
Some rules just cannot be bent 
We should all follow through


I Am An Organ Donor

I am an organ donor
I want you all to know,
But don't let me go under
Before I'm ready to go.

I asked myself a question
"How will my body look 
When I'm no longer in position
And after all they took?"

I'm making my request known
Before it is too late,
These are the things that you should do
Then you can seal my fate.

If you take out my eyeballs
Put two marbles in their place,
And if you remove my nose
Like Michael, cover it with lace.

If you take off my arm or leg
With broomsticks please replace,
Two grapefruits for my boobs, I beg
Some dead man's heart might race.

About my inner organs,
I won't worry about that,
But if you take my private spot
Give me a kitty cat.

Be a Donor

Please Transplant me
to a better life,
I am dying to live.

Premium Member Blood Donor

Heat index here of 105,
but I can say that I'm alive.
When starting on the concrete pour,
the sun was barely out the door. 
I finished shortly after noon;
believe me, that was none too soon.
All told, I mixed 28 bags;
my clothing looks like dirty rags.
My setup: mostly in the shade;
by 10 am, that luck had played.
The hardest part, to my surprise:
was all the blood-sucking deer flies.
They must have gotten out the word.
A bit down till a thought occurred:
because they sucked me like a prune,
I shouldn't have to donate soon.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.

Sperm Donor

Thinking back To the past
I always knew it wouldn’t last
You were nothing more than a dumb ass
With no class

Just a clown
Who wanted to sling his dick around 
All over town
You used to keep me down

What I ever saw in you is a mystery
All you ever caused me was misery

Can’t believe how long it took me to see
You were no good for my daughter or me
All I wanted was the perfect family
But a father wasn’t something you ever wanted to be
I knew raising my baby girl was going to be up to me
And from your spell I needed to set myself free

Thank God he gave me strength to finally say so long
Finally made me see I had done nothing wrong
And it was time for my daughter and I to move on 
and be strong

Without you in my life at first felt like I had been stabbed
In my back with a knife
But I began to learn that that wasn’t the way love was suppose to feel
And it was then I began to heal
But I ain’t gonna front on the real 
some days were hard to deal 

I had been broken you played me like a game 
And I was just some token and your daughter 
was just a word left unspoken

I admit it is long over due 
Getting over you
To get to this day 
to get rid of the hate
And finally wipe the slate 
Realize this was meant by fate
before it is too late

I no longer want you to kiss my ass
I have forgiven you about the past 
Today I just want to say 
thank you for Giving me my daughter
Desirae Renee

The Birth Donor

Stop starting a fire and feeding the fire that you can't even put out. 
You know you are being bluntly dumb founded and stupidly ignorant.
There are countless words to say.
You know that we are right but, you don't even comprehend 
what she is trying to get her point across!
I'm pretty sure your Mother taught you better than that.
The whole argument is irrelevant if you can't spell correctly 
Don't you worry your pretty little heart, because you will not ruin our Family relationship!
I rather go and be something of myself, than be exactly like you
It's kinda funny you are trying to put up this big fight. 
Your words can't hurt me because I'm better than that
Drama was meant for the lamas 
Sooo save It all for a different baby mama! 
The list could go on for hours, so don't even try
You are only getting feed words, , I do suppose
Seeing how you are both uneducated makes tho, more of a target!
You only make me frustrated I have had enough with all the BS

Organ Donor

When death takes me
My body is left for those in need

Give my eyes
To someone who needs
To see there is beauty in everything

Give my lungs
To someone who needs
To inhale every breath given

Give my kidneys
To someone who needs
Purity within their body

Give my bone marrow
To someone who needs
A solid foundation

Give my heart
To someone who needs
To love unconditionally

My Mother's Favorite Child

His black sheep
Dark skinned, a chubby with brown eyes
Hair so fluffy, as he wished it was blonde.
Ugly to his eyes, even more pigchunky
That even blows off my confidence
I tried acting bubbly but her pain crushed my spirit

I've been boiling an ocean,
His critics as he keeps raising
Leaving me in the cold
His only daughter I am,
I don't even understand how He throws me with a hatred blanket

Managing to call me stupid in every silly mistakes I make
And yet fail to recognize every good thing I make
My existence he makes me question

Literally he brings gloom to my room,
But i try to bloom,
For her sake yes
Course she is the rose in my garden
That she born me in her womb, does not pass her thought
Unlike "he" whom I even feel like addressing as a sperm donor
Course a father figure he failed in me

I am my mother's favorite child and yet my father's worst daughter
With reasons I don't know
Only if I wasn't excelling at school perhaps,
But, I am fortunately an A student
And Among my peers I'm the brightest, 
And yes, I'm not an excellent athlete but I do best.

Only if I deliver rotten potatoes at him perhaps,
But I only clothe my words and actions with honor
Hence, I'm still trying to wrap my head around the hatred,
Course I see myself as a blessing, 
And it hurts how he treats me as a sin
It is all depressing and now I'm confessing

I'm up a creek without a paddle
This is all toxic, and my mind is still processing
How He constantly scold me for no reasons
At all it makes no sense to me
How he keeps playing snug as a bug in a rug
Day after day, Season after season
It seems he never want to bury the hatchet

Im getting a blow off my steam
And I keep wishing this was all a dream
This is my naked pain
And I feel suffocated
Now show me yours,
Show me your naked pain

The Sun Rises On a Crisis

The dazzling sun outside on the rise
The doctor through his teeth lies
Cause of death, a newly crowned virus
Making fools of the best of us

They know little; we know a little less
Whatever got us into this fine mess?
A dysfunctional health system gone awry
Our people, in the sun, to fry

The ruling class to the rescue quick
To broker deals for the sick
They came out richer and how
After milking dry, the donor cow

Schools closed, small enterprises too
The official crisis response we rue
The epidemic out of control rages
Midst our plunging wages

Dear Sperm Donor

Dear father I mean sperm donor I really can’t believe you’re washing your hands of me as if 14 and a half years wasn’t enough time without me by the way I'm 16 now for a hot second you thought you wanted me but then you didn't get your way and you dropped me like a call with a bad connection and the way you did it left me breathless 

sitting on the front steps of my grandma’s porch as hot tears rolled down my face ready to pass out hoping I die in my sleep remembering as a little girl I used to wish for you every birthday every Christmas every holiday I asked for you hoping that one day you’d come into my life and stay the saying every little girl wants their father has never been more true than today

I let you in thinking that this time would be different filling myself up with false hope I had the courage to come talk to you even though I knew you weren't trying to hear it continuously begging for your love and affection even though you treated me different 

I still wanted to be perfect for you thinking it would make you stay and want me, hacking apart my body and losing you holds the same pain 

it’s like you only wanted me around to say you were apart of my greatness when in reality you were apart of my depression loving you hurts me and although I still want it I realize that your love comes with more pain than I can bare

I'm sorry things didn't work and im sorry you felt unloved we started on the wrong foot but it wasn't my fault I've spent my whole life wishing for you but maybe it just wasn't meant to be and thinking that hurts me

 one day you will feel the pain I feel and beg for my forgiveness my love and because I want to be better I will forgive you but for right now I'm the angry black woman Tyler Perry himself wrote about...

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