When someone likes me it's not for the looks they are only my friend to humiliate me they don't like me they just want to hurt me
Football brings a people together,
A country's people unite,
And yet almost but not quite,
When race is a factor, hatred leads the fight,
A sport that supposedly brings together a nation,
Sure does like a bit of discrimination,
When a Black player scores -
The crowd roars,
When a Black player misses -
The crowd becomes malicious,
Fans become hypocrites,
And when the team needs support, all you hear is crickets,
Just racial remarks,
And racists embark,
To blame,
As an excuse to shame,
To hate -
And humiliate,
Black players who are the only reason their team is so great,
A child of the light..I was always an early riser, before i was one year old i would climb up a bedroom dresser and sit with
My back to the mirror watching my sleeping parents.' Yes I am a lover of light.'
From a bright land.. I detest dark practices
And have on more than one occasion, told
Strangers of their occoult acts.' Uncovered
Them in sight of God and man.' I am
seething just as oil boils, so my blood burns at any strike against innocent people, especially acts designed to degrade and humiliate, I am against war as it facilitates
Much of that.' I always bear in my mind the
Genocide of hitlers plan ' And his idea to
Form Europe into one power block, and that i see before my eyes, trying to emerge yet now, world-wide' Its not
going to be stopped unless, you have
the same realisations, if not you will shuffle
along..In
The same hopeless old manner.i espouse to call out ethnic genocode..I am against all wars, and, wish and pray for
peace, I cling to. God and His great
goodness, manifest in Jesus Christ; Amen.'
May we be blessed to think about
the words we write and say…
Think about their impact…
before we send them on their way.
Before we use words to harm…
humiliate or disgrace…
may we be blessed to remember how feelings…
unlike words…
are not so easy to erase.
Bugging Out
Alone watching the logs burn
Sizzling as my heart after your words
Betrayal as breath lingers and sways
My eyes crackling from the brokenness and the fire
Where does your emphasis come from
To berate me, humiliate and tell me I’m lower than a bug and invisible as the squashing
Sloth- like moving towards the shower always turning the water gracefully on as I hear those uncomfortables
You callously and mimicry throw confetti insults in my face, head and body. But I ducked like a child playing tag
Can’t catch me as I hide behind an insult. As I see , with sadness , you gather yourself , bow with arrow and with no concern, casually aim and release the last piece of me
No two ideas seem alike
Always paradoxical as North and South pole
Though they are of one individual,
You find a world of difference between them.
Time brings changes in our perceptions.
Some struggle with cognitive dissonance
Of ‘to be or not to be’ for deciding something
Some deliberately play the role of devil’s advocate
Some dogmatic ...
With their anomalous sense of invincibility
They pave a road to downfall and exile
The extreme arrogance and superiority
Culminate in their ruin and many human beings.
They ignore the reason and validity as they never cross check.
Getting two different opinions is not a mistake
Actually, we can use them as testing tools.
No doubt, self-esteem is to be honoured
But let us not allow our hearts burn and humiliate
Let’s avoid foolish opinions as Russell remarked.
Remember, human life is very little in this vast cosmos
Differences demand high price.
Why?
Ego... burns everything unless it is burnt.
How silly was to defy appearance and belief
to make others happy and imitate their own;
swimming in dangerous waters requires strength
when tides rise and all thoughts turn to death:
there's rarely a survivor, who hangs on a reef
as violent waves batter and faces show a frown.
If I procrastinate ideas is because I lack confidence,
filling each void with aspirations which are too brittle
to withstand the fury of a malicious rebuke
hurled by a hand I did not hold for insolence.
to reveal my inner self the humblest pride.,
even naive jokes got me upset enough to puke.
It's not wise to confide in dorks, they'll laugh it off,
their intention is mock and humiliate a troubled soul;
keep secrets to yourself, put effort toward your goal
of being admired, not mortified for actions that scoff.
Ah, give them a big glass of scotch and they'll forget scorn!
Ah, mock their defiant character, not as noble as a unicorn!
To my face you are kindness itself:
cheerful, always upbeat,
but in your anonymous blog
you rip me apart.
You press your thumb and forefinger on each side,
hold, pull and rend,
and rupture my very innards.
You focus on me,
my life, my words, my actions and my body
like you are a Celestron Telescope
searching for every single crater and irregularity.
With an Ultima Barlow lens
and your Leica M9 18MP
You grab each natural image
and then rearrange reality with
your precious, perversely persuasive, periscopic Photoshop technique.
poetic liberty has leased you a license to assassinate,
humiliate,
decimate,
invalidate,
severely lambaste,
and mockingly castrate
everything that I identify as me.
literary freedom allows you to liberally fabricate,
mutilate,
denigrate,
incriminate,
scathingly castigate,
and maliciously urinate
on what others think of me.
To my face you are kind beyond selflessness,
but on your online beat,
your anonymous malevolence
sets you apart
from all the others
that have ever wanted
to write me up,
put me down,
and publish me out.
— Zumwalt (2011) (used by permission from zumpoems.com)
i used to think
loving you too much
was romantic.
now i see—
it was me
giving away parts of myself
like clearance items,
hoping you’d find value
in something
i had already discounted.
you thought my devotion
was desperation.
you watched me fold
into smaller versions of myself
just to fit your world.
and when i broke,
you called me dramatic.
but i wasn’t asking for too much.
i was just asking you
to notice
that i gave everything
and asked
for almost nothing.
now,
i look at who i was with you—
and i forgive her.
she didn’t know
love isn’t supposed to
humiliate.
He left her for a bony
with halitosis.
She thinks of humiliating him
recalling that final orga...
hears again his sob of pleasure.
Then his hurried dressing, his coldness.
She wants to humiliate him,
to stomp upon his bullcrap soul.
One cigarette after another.
she draws the smoke into her lungs,
into her belly, feels the fumes
turning to vengeful wraiths.
Imagines pleasuring him once more,
using him up.
One last warm splash,
then leaving abruptly, yet a look back
to relish his wide-eyed undoing -
junking him from her body forever.
Bugging Out
Alone, watching the logs burn—
sizzling, like my heart after your words.
Betrayal hangs, breath lingering and swaying.
My eyes crackle with the fire and the brokenness.
Where does your emphasis come from—
to berate, humiliate,
to call me lower than a bug,
invisible as the squashing.
Sloth-like, I move toward the shower,
turning the water on with practiced grace,
trying to drown out those uncomfortables.
You, callous in mimicry,
throw confetti insults at my face, my head, my body—
but I duck like a child playing tag.
You can’t catch me.
I hide behind an insult.
And then, with sadness, I watch you gather—
bow and arrow in hand,
no concern in your eyes
as you casually aim,
and release
the last piece of me.
I love men of integrity
They are one of a kind bred
They respect and appreciate
Mothers, wives and daughters
They'll not raise hands easily
In anger and not humiliate
A word during separation
They work hard for their family
Mostly not for themselves.
I love the real men
Their power is in action
Their love is great for happiness
They will walk with you
On the most thorny path
Not let you go of your hands.
I respect men of honor
Their actions are louder than words
Guarantee no empty promises
Will not repel in offense
Will not betray in separation
Their words are laws
They want to be listened to
They want to listen to also
Dependable to small and vulnerable.
The freak world filled with fuss, that ravage your hope at once, here only to humiliate and judge.
Wanna push in the well of extreme dark night, a well of nowhere, from which no that can pull out,
You alone have to lose or win this worldly fight.
If you're bright and fine, these freaks will be near, And at worst and dark time they will leave you in tears,
But fate that resides inside, could calm the burning fear.
what they might think,doesn't matter,
All it does is- waste time and mind scatter
So, Be yourself and set yourself free, Like the fallen leaf from a deadly tree,
You might be called dumb and fool, If you'll be different and leave this toxic pool, So, dive into the ocean of liberty -a peaceful soul.
I would reach out to the dome of life
where tragedy ends and fighter's spirit
finds the broken grey simulated pray
grit and superficial untimely disappearance
if you would choose to stay
don't forget I will be back one day.
Don't hesitate and don't humiliate
stand not alone next to your throne.
Overthrow those who are too close for comfort
understand love is prone to hate
it will open the gates a little too late
if you wait too long it will be gone
before rattle snake finds its mate.
So, it is true, legacy is all for the pain and gain
surrender all the fame, just take your time
be resistant to slime and take yours not mine.
With due time understand just one more demand
could mean the end.
Take your stand, this is your land!
People will humiliate you
People who don't want your best
People who are against you
People who don't know your worth
People who don't know who you are
People without humility.
People will humiliate you
People who wants applause
People who wants attention
People who wants power
Some for fun
Most for belittling
Others just because of their inexperience.
People will humiliate you
People who wanna be above you
So they can use you
Rule and ruin you
Bend and break you
Tame and shame you
Just to make you bow to them reigns forever.
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