Distrust Poems

Don't Play Funky

Standing there with your glistening hair,
miniskirt tempting all eyes around,
say you’re just going out the unwind
with you friends, hottest club in the town.
Looks can kill and I’m thinking that you
mean to draw every wandering eye,
as if you do not have a man here,
as if you’re on the hunt for a guy.

Don’t play funky with me,

Our Own Worst Enemy

I step out to face the night, 
shielded like a medieval knight; 
and count my victories boldly won, 
need not count far for that is one; 
drag my fingers roughly through my hair, 
and stumble on the bones of some lost hare; 
never to remember peace, 
but lose myself a bit a piece; 
life never

My broken glass vase’s broken melody

My glass heart is empty
It’s been cracked and filled and cracked and filled.
I know your eyes as I know mine to cry
You beautiful, cracked thing.

It’s been too many years to count and care
Love and memories will carelessly fall from your hair.

“I love you” I wish to say, as you say only to the people around

Fear and Distrust Are Dangerious

How can we have faith in Trump
and the possibility of his new VP
if he were to become President?
This is really bothering us about
fear and mistrust.
It is becoming a pure case of
politics between Democrats
and Republicans and females
and males.
Trump has gotten away with 
a lot of things that he was
not supposed to.
He has become his own fan
club

Fear and Distrust Are Dangerious

How can we have faith in Trump
and the possibility of his new VP
if he were to become President?
This is really bothering us about
fear and mistrust.
It is becoming a pure case of
politics between Democrats
and Republicans and females
and males.
Trump has gotten away with 
a lot of things that he was
not supposed to.
He has become his own fan
club

Dream on

But only in my dreams
Will I ever get to be
That kid In my dreams 
you took that from me 
You took that from me 
But only in my dreams
Will I ever get to be
A smart young man 
As according to his plan
You took that from me 
You took that from me 
But only in my

Deal

We had a deal
And I cooperated with zeal;
Thinking it was real.

You gave me no dime,
Yet you stole my precious time;
This I read like a rhyme

Or even if you paid me,
That was little, very little;
I could not with it fill my tea kettle.

I gave you trust and loyalty
But you gave me distrust and disloyalty;
My commitment you

A Sincere Distrust of Figs

In every apple, an atom resides; 
in every Adam, an apple abides. 

So it goes and goes, apples 
toppling off tables in rhythmic waves, 

falling through slits, convincing themselves 
they are particles instead.

Whether in a pie or the depths 
of your eye, it remains a life 
enlaced with apples.

Even saws wield charmed abilities  
to

When She Turns

Silence so dense it can be felt.
Shatter! Sudden devastation
Sprawled across a cement floor.
Sound reverberating seemingly forever.
Serene peace severed by
Selfish intention.

That's how it feels.

Chanté Walker
January 18, 2024

Fighting herself

Sometimes 
They stand out
Across her arms.
Thin white lines along the skin.
Left by the broken version
Of the girl you see now.

On those days,
She worries they'll see
The truth behind her past. 
How she broke 
Beneath every crumble;
See her strength is a lie.

She'll stare at the scars
And wonder
What made her do it?
Ask herself if it was worth it.
Scars

Distrust of Society

When will I learn not to trust anybody
and not change my kindness too quickly?
Will I turn my cheek
to the one who's in urgent need,
who trembles and who is weak?
Hunger makes all plead!

Help me, God...
being cruel is hard,
being kind is easy;
help me, God...
the beggar stretches his hand,
he asks for food and mercy! 

When will we put

Fear

It is a secret
You’re afraid to reveal
Too much of your heart
You’re afraid, so you conceal
The real you, the real truth
The hues of hope and faith
The sweetness of such grace

It is a worry
You’re too aware of
A darkness that hurries
To dim your sparkle, to dissuade
Your kindness, your blazing
Spirit, your warmth and sincerity
The feelings that make you believe
In

Distrust

When I am alone with you-

I am trapped in the cycle of being tricked and betrayed. 

When I am surrounded by others-

I am trapped in the cycle of fighting back, numbly. 

My only strength right now-

Is distrust.

Distrust

Therapy is the only way forward. 

Therapy that I am afraid will corrupt my mind. 

Because I am on a glorious path to my fate. 

And before my fate comes, I must be whole. 

Therapy will cause my scars to crack-

And break me into pieces.

The Pursuit of Happiness

There is a horrible hollow ache inside me,
That murky feeling of being loved ,
That love which keeps a section apart ;
Fills the void with sadness and betrayal.
That feeling captured & wrapped around with distrust & dishonesty ,
My eyes brimmed with tears of disbelief ,
A society with patriarchy and misogyny ;
Are so selfish & yet so

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