Humiliation Poems

Objections

The real purpose of the visa tourism 
Is the humiliation of the guests 
Its “us and them” post tribal atavism
The applicants are treated like suspects
The so called survey list interrogates 
Some questions that can't be rationalized 
To play a reason to pass through the border gates
Despite prejudice that you are crimnalized
The papers you submit might

Humiliation

Humiliation
I look at the ground, my cheeks flushing red,
I don’t need to look at them , I can feel their gazes fixated on me,
My breath is as shaky as my hands,
The lights are blinding, and I can barely see the crowd, but maybe that’s a good thing,
 I hope I wiped away the tears completely,

Humiliation

A sharp prick of a sarcastic needle,
some helpless scars tease and taunt.
The burglar took everything away,
innocent words, yet memories haunt. 

Keeps turning back the hands of time 
a frozen fish in a blanket of shame.
The cold mind drowns into darkness
slippery abyss...is it only me to blame?

A prisoner yearning to be free of pain,
picks up the

Humiliation

I thought at your fiftieth we would make up,
I saved every drop to buy you a new Ford.
Your Royce is still sweet, but it needs a backup—
Not a Lincoln, a Mustang I could afford.

But you threw the keys back at me in fury,
You let your friends mock me with horrid laughter.
On our disputes, you turned

Humiliation

I call her Ms. H
because names are easier
than saying—
I was too much.
Too soon.
Too wrong.

She isn’t loud.
She doesn’t speak.
She waits—
in the gap
between what I gave
and what you didn’t take.

Ms. H isn’t you
laughing at me.
She’s the one who dusts me off
when I offer my 
beating heart—
just for you to 
forget it on your way out.

She’s the one

Your disdain

The bitterness has become a revelation, a recognition of desolation that I have come to appreciate. Wrap me in the comforts of emptiness, where the bleakness renders me numb of mind and absent of thought. Weak in body and unable to endure, I feel like a shell—just a bleeding soul within a lifeless body, left

HUMILIATION

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

No Jail Time

We all saw it
We all heard it
We all read it
And smelled it.

Meanwhile Deedeepee is rotting in jail
For probably having committed a similar crime
Some do the crime and others don’t do the time
Similarly, some go to Heaven and others go to Hell.

The world smelled it
The world read it
The world heard it
And we saw it.

Some people are

The truth about Wars

Some wars are fought for honour,
and some for wealth and greed.
But the guilt that man does carry,
will make his heart bleed.

Some hearts are full of hatred, 
and some just seek revenge, 
but the ones blood related, 
have vowed to avenge.

Some wars are fought for saints,
and some for a one and zeros.
if killed,
you are a martyr,

Pariah heap - savagely subjecting myself to humiliation

Pariah heap - savagely subjecting myself to humiliation

Outward slovenly appearance bespeaks volumes
wordsworth their weight in gold
(exhumed from the pith
of these lovely bones -
beclothed with mottled skin)
presages afterlife of hellish horror
(think Dante's inferno),
nevertheless a respite from earthly torture
wracking mein kampf since conception.

I lived without great expectations
diploid on an impossible mission
set in motion courtesy
triggered pleasure zones,
when natural

Trailer Trash Honey

She is a low life skank 
Trailer trash honey

Dressing all up 
And taking your money

But I would trip her if I saw her
And spill my coffee on her dress
And make her into disheveled mess

And yes darlin, 
She done you wrong,
So I wrote this song.... 

Your wife should not napalm your life 
To sleep with all your friends 
That was no way

Humiliation

In my very own personal genesis
        Of this allegorical fairy  tales
        anticipating and blissful,
         visualization irrevocably an illusion 
        that a dream has come true.

I Was Not Sick, She Was

A cage not of your making
your own expiration date

Your mother branded you with it
and made you wear it even to date

It was announced at family dinners
with strangers in the room

It was told to every family friend
of my own impending doom

How it made me feel was not considered
not given a meager thought

She just had to get

Nothing Left, Nothing More

Another year has gone by
So much has changed
Yet it is as if nothing has
Around the clock
It’s been heartbreak hours
Around the clock
Somehow this one hit the most
There is absolutely no going back from this
All of it has been done and said before
Nothing is by surprise
Even the autumn leaves are not falling at this point
As much as

As If His Name Was Not Enough of a Humiliation

Wasn’t it bad enough that he had his grandfather’s name?
He was not at all thrilled be delivered to a kindergarten class
Of all girls.

The teacher said, “Ladies, we have a new student. A gentleman.”
His name is Poindexter.
And the laughter began.

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