Best Roles Poems
I cause one's self confidence to crumble away
Like a worn-down building left to decay
I infect the minds of the old and young
Trapping them in the isolated web I've strung
I force others to believe they aren't good enough
They must be tall, skinny, beautiful or buff
My name is body image
I am seen throughout education, employment, and social rights
Taking expectations to soaring heights
I make women assume that it's acceptable to be used as objects
Or men must be strong and can't ever cry in any prospect
I don't allow genders to be reassigned
You must be your birth gender defined
My name is gender roles and discrimination
I can cause impressions with just one glance
individual expression isn't given a chance
I create the illusion that one race defines all
Fabricating personas big or small
I seem to compel others to act
Solely based on a skin color abstract
My name is racial socialization
I am needed to have success
Until one obtains me they'll never rest
I drive individuals into the ground
Instruments of money don't make a sound
If money is power
Where is my crown?
My name is money obsession
Together
We are called society
Daunting Decision
Cigar girl…wench…Obama...
What role shall I play?
Halloween's Hall Pass
Excuse to dress like a tramp
To win a bar tab
no cell phone service
in most of the universe
may make you nervous
original sin
where building of guilt begins
doubts start to creep in
autonomy should
not require lobotomy
only common sense
factoring our roles
finding poverty of soul
digs very deep holes
claim open season
for attacks upon reason
let's untruth sneak in
based on pure meanness
or simple inconvenience
words come between us
a haiku a day
may chase the doldrums away
no bills will they pay
As I look to the darkened sky,
a fallen angel in disguise
held me down around the halo,
I fell and drowned into their eyes.
Deepest notions of sentiment,
unearth the thoughts I have sent.
A candle burning through the night.
Is my mind broken? While yours is bent?
I need to change this skin tonight.
I'll take yours, it fits just right.
Roles reverse, I float away.
While you stay grounded, so sleep tight.
I am vulnerable, confused, flawed, twisted
I am what I am.
I don’t want to cook,
don’t want to clean.
I don’t want to be
A wife or a mother.
I choose what I will not be.
I can wear a six yard
or a two piece
I can shun style
And chose comfort instead.
I decide to look how I feel.
I may soar, I may burrow,
I may sail smooth
Or dive deep with in
I steer my life as per my wish.
Do not give me names
nor assign roles,
do not set standards
and place me in boxes.
I am not a commodity.
You are not the creator.
We are but children of Nature
Unbound by roles,
Both wild and free.
Let us embrace isness
and create some harmony.
Someone lead me,
I need a leader.
I'm sick of being in charge.
Sick of being confident.
Sick of being positive.
Sick of being funny.
Sick of being deep.
Take my role for a change.
I perceive all of your options,
Now it's your turn.
Protect me, be my guardian,
Tell me everything is okay.
I do it to you,
You owe me.
Fight off the negatives thoughts
invading me as I do the same.
Be the oasis in the desert.
Be my leader for a change.
He said open up and feel this good loving and keep
it a secret never share what you been freaking keep it
a mystery unsolved take that step to a whole different world
make me your believely say my bad boy ways drives you
insane make me fall play the viction keep blowing my
brains out kick your slang spin my emotions all around
tell me im the only one make my feelings inreplaceable
play your roles because u know i wouldnt
leave
Everyone's always told me that boys don't cry,
But though I ask, no one's ever told me why.
Don't all kids cry when they fall down
And walk around with a sad little frown?
Don't all kids get hurt now and then
Whether in the schoolyard or playpen?
What if someone breaks my toys
Shouldn't I make some sort of noise?
What if I'm lost and can't find my way
Should I just blink my tears away?
I'm just a kid, just a little boy
I don't know much outside food and toys
I don't know how to know if I'm okay
Or if it's serious or just play
All I know is that I get scared, sometimes
When all the lights are off at bedtime
And that I'm not sure what to feel
About monsters that sometimes feel so real
Maybe I don't see the world the way you do
But I get upset and afraid, too.
And why are girls allowed to cry,
But my feelings, I should deny?
Aren't kids meant to show that they're pure
By sometimes being afraid and unsure?
Aren't kids supposed to have strong feelings
Good or bad, but never nothing?
Don't kids fail sometimes, too, even when they try
And aren't kids supposed to never lie?
So if I'm a boy who just shouldn't cry,
Can someone please give me a reason why?
Abounding in GOD Who meets every need
Blest to experience His goodness indeed
Cheerful along faith-propelled charity breed
Delighted midst gracious life-building deed
Enabled for trust’s soar, divinely freed
Fulfilling kindness against carnal greed
Gladly serving as the Saviour does lead
Held by His compassion-anchorage creed
I thank the LORD* Who moves me with love’s seed...
Jubilantly busy via peace-speed
Kindled to be functional, I must heed
Labouring well, smiting blights that impede
Maximizing strength for others to feed
Never quitting as a bee, I'll succeed.
*1Timothy 1:12 And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry.
(ABC in monorhyme)
July 17, 2021
Edited on May 26, 2022
Wrongdoing such as cheating, lying, bullying ...
Prohibited strictly and used often as warnings
This fact relieved me, and left me a feeling
Any of which will be no longer our problem
It took me a long march of experience to tell
Those tricky things can indeed achieve winners
Alike the rich, well-known, and high officials
Needing to stand upon other's behaving finer
This assimilated human education with health care
Though they alleviate badness as mutual effect
Neither education eradicated human misbehaviors
Nor health care eliminates diseases as a fact
This 4th day of December will find
Millions musing about their Christmas roles.
They shall ponder, "What shall I be called upon
to do for, to give to, the cause of Jesus Christ?
They shall ask, "How shall my task compare
with that of the star and Biblical characters?"
The star's assignment was to guide.
The innkeeper's job was to house.
The Wisemen's role was to give and to worship.
The Shepherds were to look and tell their story.
The chief priests and scribes were to inform.
This Christmas, I ask, "What will God have me do?"
I grew up in the fifties and sixties.
Gender roles were almost absolute
Back in small town Iowa.
Daddies worked. Mommies didn’t.
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Dad’s escaped from the drudgery of housework,
homework, cleaning, cooking, laundry, dusting,
gardening, painting, sewing, knitting.
My mother was constantly busy from five a.m.
Until midnight when she went to bed.
I watched my father go to work all dressed up
In shirts and ties she pressed and clothes she cleaned.
I watched him come home at six, eat his supper,
Lie on the floor, and watch TV until he fell asleep.
Gender roles were easy to understand as a child.
Moms worked constantly. Dad’s worked from eight to six.
I bought my parents’ ideas of gender roles immediately and completely.
Made it exceedingly easy for husband to move our family thirty times.
I could pack an entire house, three kids and six pets in three days.
When my husband returned from work the moving truck was filled up.
For thirty-five years my husband did not make his own sandwich,
Wash a sock, or dust a counter. Then one day I snapped.
I decided I was not going to cook, clean or dust another thing.
For the past twelve years my husband has washed the clothes.
He has made our meal about sixty percent of the time since 2008.
He has done all of the grocery shopping; and he seems to love it.
I have always despised grocery shopping, so I love it too.
Gender roles were established and absolute at our house - by me.
My daughters and their husbands take turns cleaning, cooking, dusting.
Their life is totally better than mine, but no one’s fault but my own.
I learned from the best of the absolutists - a mommy who worked nonstop, and a daddy who slept most of the time he was home,
I am sad it took me so long to figure out there was another way to live.
I truly was resentful and angry most of my life because I hate cleaning.
Cooking is my third less favorite thing to do, and grocery shopping....
Let's not even go there, okay?
Inside familiar folds of my hanging apron
I encounter a blinkless miniature figurine
Glossy, posable, plastic as a Lego creation
Loyal component of kitchen enforces routine
Breakfast allures with buttery muffins toasted
Lunch- a- lot predicts sandwich towers teetering
Dinner calls for lavish legs of livestock roasted
Day which follows knows a sequence repeating
Pack away cycle of soap, soak, replace, bench polishes
Scouring for recipes, Lego lady's eyes neatly smile
Cinnamon wafting whirlwind with servitude accomplishes
Devourers' belches earn her Master Caterer title
Beneath bed, which ejects me at six am alarm
Failed slipper search produces palm sized plaster sculpture
Icing faced, eyes without memory, eternally calm
Solid base she stands on stops commotion from toppling her
Nine am sees my arrival, politely inquiring co-operation
Afternoon forgets to yawn, incessant key tapping keeps on
Harsh carpark steps echo, repell dusk's contemplation
Traffic jams tomorrow's chasms, where dreams hold reunion
Crisp gives way to crinkles, plaster sculpture refutes
Her congeniality and aptitude due to exhaustion
Chalky cheeks split with encouragements' overuse
Legs held as one are motionless to express discourse
Steam escaped open door shows mirrored me showered
Bounce of towel buffed flesh rises in delightful nonchalance
Droplets of conciousness roll a path cleansed in empowerment
Serpent tongue hair saturates time, attacks life with vehemence
Fulfill roles unto the Lord
Mightily by His power
Heartily* with His joy’s peace
Prudently thru His wisdom
Faithfully for His honour!
*Colossians 3:23 “And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord…”
February 7, 2019
Love not the cruel world-
where the birds take to the sky,
leaving snakes to crawl.