Sad Gender Poems

Here I am standing in this secluded space with the pillow of hope hanging over my face, I cannot go backward or forward, I am...

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Cyber Harassment

"Why do you have to be so mean
Does it bother you that I post
For you always commenting,
saying bad things my way" 

It's gotten to...

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He sits hunched in his room, regular twilights,
tries to erase the precarious voices telling him to leave,
“Leave, my boy. This world is cruel.”
So, he assents...

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Mother I just wanna say 
Can you promise you won't be mad 
Mother I just wanna say 
I might be gay 
Mother will you love...

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“If you are reading this note then I have
succeeded in trying to kill myself,
which means that I have killed the people who
did this to me,...

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It confused Anton, he found no more leads,
no more connections between the two deaths,
he doubted himself, were they connected?
He missed something and could not see...

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The call came in just after 2:00pm,
Anton was doing office paperwork,
a big part of any detective’s job,
lucky he had never been bad with words.

The word...

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True talk heals, 
When someone speaks,
The truth about my small mistakes
As human being , 
I feel much comfortable. 
When someone speaks lies
About what I did...

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Fieldwork is stellar, sexy, or strenuous and sad
Talking values, prolonging childhood
Is not for the faint hearted among S. Africa's "Coloured"
My "township" boasts about acting backward
Using...

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I look toward the swish swish tree
I named it this at only three
Whilst watching lizard frog and snake
Crawl and wind their way to make.

I look...

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the playing card
by americus

i am the jack of all traits
which means i can be everything i hate
my thoughts buzz still like flies on the wall
yet...

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I remember a boy child
who thrilled to hear dark
ghost stories

Told around a crackling fire
circle of faces
looking

imaging down
heavy lidded

in toward suggestive
face drawn shadows

warming late night 
glowing...

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I
In this nation we buy airtime
Or Data for internet access, and texting
After church I see I'm low on airtime
And Data. From poems, I may seek...

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A face
And another
Staring at each other
One sees the other
As a warped version
Of themself
They don’t see themself
In the face across
The other sees the first
As the wrong...

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...See, when she let her guard down, when she looked deep,
she saw things that left her somewhat disturbed,
Roxanne didn’t know her man’s favorite color,
and that...

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