She died in a body she hated
Her last memory was watching herself get assassinated
How she died isolated
Surrounded by a see of white faces
Who stood there being witnesses
To something that would be talked about across the ages
Her blood had painted the pavement
The cop stood there admiring his painting
She died in a body she hated
She didn't even get to experience the freedom
Of what it's like to experience self love
All her life she had spent her time being critical
To her blackness
Not only was her time stolen
But she didn't get to experience the joy that comes from
A black girl taking control
And realising she was never the problem
It was the system
Who destroyed her self image
And finally realising her blackness was a superpower
She died in a body she hated
The cause of death: racism
She died in a body she hated
Not realising the only reason they hated was because of their envy
And jealous behaviour
She died in a body she hated
Without finally understand her full potential
She died in a body she hated
Before her life had even started
She had a heart
As cold as ice
She had battles with everyone
That came into her life
She would say a nice word
Every now and then
But afterwards she
Would be ripping of your head
Hard to please
Hard to talk to
She didn't have friends
Enemies quite a few
We often thought
If she hated us
By the way she went
If we made a hiccup
But soon we began to realise
The one she hated
Was herself
Deep down inside
But by then it was too late
As the devil was waiting
For her at hells gate
Her battles was
An internal one
She never meant to
Cause nobody harm
Just herself.
Dill pickle hated him so
Because he stank badly
Dill pickle screamed just go
Blue cheese wept thus sadly
When I leave the fridg, bro
I'll stink ever much mo
Dill pickle grew older
Fermenting like a bozo
Then opening his holder
A stink scent deathblow
Someday I'll just live past it,
Cause I can just imagine in 10 years,
If we ever meet again (even though I don't want to).
That I would be happy, and greet you with a smile and both hands, so do you.
There is nothing to talk.
Even though there is much.
There is just no more,
because they have been poor.
It's harder to cling and trying to hold yourself with:,,It is okay to distance yourself and to not talk out loud"
Someday I will find the brick to hold on to.
To just forget.
We will either way.
In a home inside a farm,
There's a man who lives alone,
Shunned by everyone
For trying to stand for his own color once.
Thunders and lightnings,
Even the gods and the wind
Conspire to extinguish his flame everyday.
Lashes from every direction are thrown towards him
From armies of trolls and orcs.
Even the wind's own ears bleed from venomous songs
Sang against him with empty lyrics out of desperation.
And the mere fact that he's just alone makes him
As brave as the bravest man ever lived.
December 22, 2023, PST, APC
Of the people we hated,
We end up loving them,
I’m talking about movie actors
That I wouldn’t quote,
By Jacky Berroyer too,
I certainly don’t speak
Murderers, rapists,
I certainly don’t talk about it,
Thieves, dictators,
Bad guys, pedophiles,
No one likes them.
Of the people we loved,
We end up hating them,
I’m talking about some friends,
I’m talking about some actresses
Like Alice Taglioni,
May God forgive me!
PS Alice Taglioni and Jacky Berroyer are minor French actors
Des gens qu’on a haïs,
On finit par les aimer,
Je parle des acteurs de cinéma
Que je ne citerais pas,
De Jacky Berroyer aussi,
Je ne parle pas certes
Des assassins, des violeurs,
Je n’en parle pas certes,
Des voleurs, des dictateurs,
Des malfrats, des pédophiles,
Nul ne les aime..
Des gens qu’on a aimés,
On finit par les haïr,
Je parle de certains amis,
Je parle de certaines actrices
Comme Alice Taglioni,
Que Dieu me pardonne !
No one is less loved and more hated than he who for sure speaks the truth
Many women find easy to hate strict men in their lives but displined men are always the best men on this earth.
Quote by poet
You can be a disciplined man
And being hated by some women
For few secrets reasons
Which they feel shame to tell others.
Some wives can hate their husbands
Because of controlling their lives
Which is part of their duties
As good men who care for their families.
Some women always failed to differentiate
Being married, in relationship and single
When they want so called" freedom"
In the house which can become a problem.
Don't be surprised when a woman takes
Her feelings so serious than her responsibilities,
And turn to hate some disciplined guys
When trying to show her some life realities.
June 20th / 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Medusa, Stheno and Euryale were threats to each other.
Their mother had to caution them to use their snakes wisely.
Typical sisters, there was much hissing, spitting and biting.
Their sitter had her hands full as their snakes were venomous.
Why did the gods give you snakes instead of hair? She lamented.
Gaze into my eyes! Medusa said to the sitter, her sisters laughed.
They knew what would happen, and of course it did.
The sitter was turned into stone, like all of the neighbors.
Those who love the badgered Greek,
His eternal comfort seek,
Had to him killers' plans leak
That they'd take him to some peak
And there his flesh pierce - A Beak,
The Torture to last a week
And leave him mortally weak...
Foes who claim he calls one "freak,"
Never saw in him The Meek,
Wonder why he's in their creek,
Think his voice a bad door's creak
And his breaths of spirits reek...
"They'll beat you too with a stick
Until your life stops to tick!"
I have been up and down the valley
I have been honored and dishonored
Good and bad times have been my lot
In my search for happiness and fulfillment
I have been to hell and back
False accusations wet my pillow nightly
Isolation was constant companion
I was despised and hated
When I longed for recognition and love
I was brutalized and dehumanized
When I searched for empathy and humanity
I was object of mockery and disdain
When my heart yearned for acceptance and respect
I was invited to high society as guest
But on each occasion turned
Back in disgrace and rejection
I have gone round the circle and back
And standing tall and victorious
For I have conquered all my adversaries
The worse is over
Pink octopus turned herself into an exquisitely beautiful woman.
She had round fat circular tentacle curls and fair skin, best of all, feet.
The mermaids were jealous as Pink lifted herself out of the Caribbean Sea.
She turned and gave them a thumbs up with her new left thumb.
They cheered wildly, which was fake. They truly hated her now.
It is our little monthly my-parents-hated-me-the-most-contest
It starts after the third round of beers and is hilarious.
There are six of us and at least three should know better.
Winnie the whiner usually starts it for obvious reasons.
“I almost died at two and Mom said she wished I had.”
“My brother hit me in the face with a bat at four.”
“RULES,” the rest of remind her.
“My dad denied I was his.” Weird since she had his face.
“My mom called me idiot,stupid, and dummy.”
The rest of the nod, remembering her endearments for me.
“My seven siblings do not speak to me or claim me.”
“Doesn’t count,” “RULES!” We are ruthless about this.
Interrupting each other now, we get louder and uglier.
The best part of this contest happens as we head out.
The other people dining almost always stand and cheer.
At least they like us!
If your strive to be hated by
Pedestrians and motorists,
Buy a rusty bike and drive.
Half of them, will hate, at least!
Waited and Hated Being Separated
while we had waited
stool was not separated
hated and hated
Jim Horn
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