Best Get Over It Poems
'Just get over it'
No we still haven't received reparations
And they are long overdue
Why would we get over it
When you prance around wearing bags made of our skin
Sitting your privileged self's on chairs oh so familiar
The fabric - our skin
But you'll never know
You'll never care
Because of your ignorance
Because what you don't know won't hurt you
But a little secret, I promise you it hurt us
Can't you hear the echoes of our ancestors
Or is your inability to basic human emotions
Cause you to go deaf in both of your ears
'Just get over it'
No how about you don't deny our history's existence
How about you stop going on the defence
Everytime you hear about the black experience
Why would we get over it
When it slaps us in the face
Every single day
Through the blood stained pavements
From segregation to alienation
Through the changing of weapons
Long gone are the harsh echoes of the whips
Is now the sharp bang of a gunshot
Going from personal torture
To cowardly killings
'Just get over it'
How can we
When everyday we carry the scars of our ancestors
And you carry the evil spirit of your ancestors
How are we supposed to walk the streets
Where public lynchings was free entertainment
Because no matter how hard you try to erase
The echoes of violence still linger
And the weight of generational trauma clings to a world we built
'Just get over it'
You may have drowned our cities
And set fire to our towns
But one thing remains known
Is how you'll never silence our screams
How can we get over it
When the rope Hangs from the trees
When segregation is over yet the ice in your eyes make known we are unwelcome
How sundown towns still exist with the same outcome
Where every ship is haunted by the fear
Our people faced
Drowning in the eerie thoughts of what's to come
When black history month
Reminds that nothing has really changed
The only difference is the rules of game they made
And the changing of the games name
You claim we are stuck in the past
But we are still living in it
How can we forget
When there's constant reminders
Hiding in every corner
Where every shadow leads to another piece of trauma
That reminds black is not just a colour
i dont care who you are
or what you think of me
build me up and break me down
then take your "stuff"* and flee
i hate you
you know it too
so bring it to my plate
take a point and hold my ground
to not spew all my hate
you were so nice in the beginning
well, what the "heck"* are you now?
gone, love, thats what you are
a filthy ugly cow
i am still the nice guy
lord, you have said so much worse
and still im here, i still get by
a blessing, not a curse.
i didnt snap hard enough to say what i meant
I’m normal, get over it!
I don’t wear women’s clothes
Pout my lips or paint my toes
I don’t eat twenty cakes a week
Or do a selfie and show my cheek
I haven’t tatts all over my body
And crying all day’s not my hobby
I don’t have a fashionable label
I don’t believe all I watch on cable
I wasn’t bullied at secondary school
I don’t wear sandals and a cagoule
I never show my feminine side
My hard drive has nothing to hide
I haven’t got a flag as far as I know
I don’t like people who call me bro
I’ve never kissed a man or petted a pet
I’ve done nothing I really regret
I haven’t a beard, I like a shave
I’m perfectly normal, my name's Dave
David Cox 01/09/22
When all things go wrong,
You just have to sit your sad, self down
And write a lovely, happy song.
But your heart is so crushed!
Why were you a confused clown?
Your words now, so totally hushed
Yet….the eyes of the stars how they twinkle,
You turn to your lover’s welcoming arms.
“This one day in time”, he says,”was but a wrinkle!”
9-3-2022
Sight begins to blur
Tears roll down my face
My infatuation with you was just a waste
My heart broken in two
I didnt know what to do
But then I knew
I knew what I had to do
I had to get over you
But i dont know how to
How to get over you
For those with heartbreak
This advice you should take
It will heal your mind
Thus happiness you'll find
After losing 'the love of your life'
Firstly confidence is key
To find one who loves thee
If loving yourself is not learnt
Then a partner shan't be earned
And opportunities shall be missed
Another is to accept
The memories are to forget
Or you'll never move on
And recovery will be long
Crying over and over again...
My cries are adolescent,
Life is unfair.
Well, sweetheart, kill yourself
Or get over it.
But I want it to be different,
I don't want to be so perverse,
So destructive.
I try to wash it from my body,
Try to rid myself of everything that has ruined me.
The cum
The makeup
The pills
The vodka
The blood.
This soap does nothing,
My tears are stagnant.
The blood of the lamb is a slap in the face,
Because I can never be pure again.
I can't pretend.
I can't get over it.
Frowns galore
The negative
Holds so many captive
My ears have heard
You can't do that
Yes the hell I can
Dwell in the land of pity if you must
This soul will not be taken prisoner
So the referendum didn't go your way,
you wanted to remain, you thought we'd stay,
you didn't anticipate the leave result,
and two years later it's still too difficult,
you've handed out many bigoted insults,
please tell me, how long will it be til you behave like adults?
I hate you, guys, I wish you pain.
It never causes any strain.
I can't care less for all this sh--
You say to me. Get over it.
Yes, spirit is my perfect friend -
It's always there by my demand.
Yes, I detest the whole mankind.
Yes, I deny, and I'm denied.
I'm misanthropic, deviant,
Irrational, irrelevant,
Whatever else I have been called.
I've said this. Now f--- off - you all.
I curse the world, I curse my fate,
I first destroy and then create.
You laugh at me - I turn and spit,
You try to mess with me - I quit.
You draw hearts - I draw spades,
You say "enough" - I say "too late".
You can't accept your worst defeat -
My victory. Get over it.
I'm misanthropic, deviant,
Irrational, irrelevant,
Whatever else I have been called.
I've said this. Now f--- off - you all.
You draw hearts - I draw spades,
I curse the world, I curse my fate.
Yes, I detest the whole mankind.
Yes, I deny, and I'm denied.
Get over it!
It's gone,
It's over.
Yes, regret!
But then,
Make sure,
To forget!
Get over it.
Cry a river,
Build a bridge,
And get over it!
Listen up,
It's time.
Don't act like,
You're confessing;
To a murder crime!
It'll be fine.
Get over it,
Cry a river,
Build a bridge,
And get over it!
I did enjoy the ride,
The burst of emotions.
But I'm over that now.
Your loss,
Your problems,
Your fault.
Too bad I'm not sad.
Too bad I'm not crying.
Too bad I feel no guilt for anything.
Too bad I'm too good for you.
If that's too bad for you,
Then get over it.
Just Get Over It & Move On
Written: by Tom Wright
10-6-2016
In some matters my actions aren’t circumspect,
One, I make no attempt to be politically correct.
While understanding that some may have thin skin,
Good or bad I’ll remain the man I’ve always been.
I won’t use words just to make you feel good,
Though notions of others tell me that I should;
I think that most are seeking a cause to protest,
Not considering this might leave me distressed.
Today, the minority wants to dictate change,
Introducing things that will our lives rearrange.
Dredging up matters, often, of little consequence,
While espousing some slogan making little sense;
But with head held high I refuse to conform,
Though political correctness has become the norm;
Unpalatable things a conservative can’t swallow,
In a political correctness pool I refuse to wallow.
Sternly said.”Listen Up-You”..
It won’t ever work..get over it.
Amazingly spineless in this case,
This is really not like me at all.
Over, never really was, OVER
Damn fate brought his face in view.
One sided..always knew it.
Now, Put one foot forward, then the other….
MOVE ON . ORG
For Kristin's contest.
Act like nothing ever happened before
Even though people may seem so sore
Grudge or vendetta should never hold
Be very nice and should never scold.
Why would someone say things they did
Maybe around were only trying to kid
Soon serious became name of the game
Who should really receive all the blame?
By some questions I am often hounded
Which often have left me dumb-founded
And no matter where each chip may fall
Will we ever be able to get over it all?
James Thomas Horn
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