Is it because I'm black?
You and I - both know,
The answer to that -
Yes-
It is,
Because - people like you,
Exist
To be - racist
Is it because im black -
That you are so full of hatred,
Or - are you just sad, are you just mad that you,
Are not like me.
You claim that you are superior,
Yet act,
All -
Inferior
When it comes to your exterior,
You,
Pay to have our skin -
Despite your claims that it is unattractive -
That no one could be attracted,
To my darkness,
But that makes no sense -
But in your defence its a tan,
In my defence it’s an excuse
A
Defence mechanism,
Used - then abused,
To uphold white supremacy -
And the proximity,
That comes with it
You say it’s because im black,
But why is that?
Can you not handle the fact -
That, despite what you say,
Your actions don’t match -
The hate - you,
Spit at us -
Is the same hate you swallow -
To avoid the taste of your own insecurities
It’s not because i'm black,
It’s because you don’t get to be that
If you are nice to people and they are nasty to you for no reason, maybe they are terrified your 'Niceness' will spread on to them.
This would be lethal to the part of them (the nasty part) they have built over time, to feel a sense of safety. (Their defence mechanism). This part of them - is what attacks your kindness to avoid its death. A false personality fighting for survival.
Not only does it fight not to die, but it will bring your demons (divided thoughts & emotions) to the surface too, to feed off, and strengthen each other. (If you react.)
This could be why people are unkind to you for no reason - when you are just trying to be nice, (and maybe why you shouldn't react).
They are like some other beings altogether
the cry more animal than human
wordless pathos,musical,disturbing
They have gone back to a troubled and imagined infancy
but no mother responds to such a nightmare of overgrown voice boxes
the cry of a rabbit wolf in a trap
it’s the shriek in the wall cry of a baby in a nightmare.
Nicholas cries for Sylvia in the inverse of a dream
and so it will be for you and me
Trapped in this old body with its old brain
on and on they cry
help me, help me,help me
nurse nurse
I want the manager I want the manager
I don’t want to be here I don’t want to be here
I want to go home
Help me
we don’t listen because they have dementia
what they say has no meaning.
that’s our defence mechanism.
I am the norm
You are abnormal
but you smiled when I asked you if you would like your hair dyed pink
and I know you love the music therapist.
Your smell repels
Alas
Is this where Jesus dwells
maybe we choose stupor
disliking illusions here on offer
being a self defence mechanism
to slow ego driven thought pendulum
immersing us in hypnotic trance
freedom only in inner silence
in surrendered cessation
or during meditation
thought rested awareness
versus Tamasic stuporousness
either way we get rid of ego stain
free from delusion driving us insane
06-January-2021
A storm is brewing in my heart.
For years now I've been apart.
From any sort of intimate connection.
Where mind meets mind.
Hearts entwine... pure perfection.
A storm is brewing in my head.
Because of all the things he's said.
He's not afraid to read my mind.
Especially when I seem unkind.
A defence mechanism of mine.
A storm is brewing in my soul.
He's bringing flowers, so I'm told.
Admits he seeks someone to care for.
And be cared for in return.
Perhaps it's not too late to run?
A storm is brewing, where to turn?
I've been so long now on my own.
Is it doomed from the start?
Will my armour fall apart?
I'm scared of storms.
16/04/2016
Maybe it's the bad boy attraction
Maybe it's the need to spice up her life
Maybe it's the fire of her self defence mechanism
That keeps her tangled in his angle
TEENAGE JOURNAL
I am not coping very well and yet I feel accomplished, complete
A good defence mechanism- a new place to visit
Although dark and lonely—I escape without company
Nobody knows about it… yet
Maintenance is time consuming
All other aspects of life ignored
Easy to disembark and land
Return journey difficult….costly
Balloons come to mind—resembling individuals, floating…
Side by side—occasionally they collide gently
Breezes pick up—collisions get stronger, bump and bang
My balloon—water filled, packed and crammed
Lies heavily on the ground
Others may lie there too
Waterlogged they collide harshly
Spilling their contents on the barely durable and lone
The sun comes out – broken bits dry, revealed…. exposed
Ignored, no soul concerned-- to sweep up the mess they made<>
The sub-conscious jugernaught,
And it’s defence mechanism,
For so long your multi-faceted dimension we’ve fought,
So commonly known as super ego, ego and id’ism.
We can all be mean, jealous, envious,
Sometimes kind, caring and compassionate at best,
What we don’t like, we call social deviance,
I know all the me’s I can be, collectively we’ve got a chance,
Not much is known by the layman,
There’s a reason we feed from the tame hand,
Each one of us immensely powerful,
We need our vision back to make it's power null,
revealing, no cohesion, a fictional entity cull.
The mind unravels and absorbes the 'knowing' wealth,
letting go of the ego and in 'their' terms my mental health.
Dressed up in Khaki, or olive and green,
A new kind of terror, before unseen.
Betraying all of a nations trust,
Making poor civilians, bite the dust.
Is there no one to bring them to bust?
Before being recipients of public disgust.
Never been known for such things in yore;
A new born trend at our own back door.
Guardians the world thought to be truly just,
Now hunger for blood and sexual lust.
If we don’t immediately put a stop;
The entire defence mechanism, will be seen as a flop.
It’s the powers that be, who have to get them punished;
Failing which, they’ll have an image so tarnished.
Once thought by the others, as choice cannon fodder;
They’re giving intelligent countrymen a whole lot of bother.
These men who are expected to defend mankind,
Have turned into monsters of a different kind.
Prince Freakasso
(painter & poet)
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