People say I’m shy
But really I just feel inferior
To the brilliant minds that tick like clocks in the mirrors
The absurdity of the lies you convince yourself of
The lies that we are the problem and your not
But your envy betrays you
The one thing that you want But can't have
Our blackness
Your colonisation skills have failed you
After all its the one thing you can't take from us
You're so full of hatred
You erupt like a volcano
Except its hatred you spill
Trying to burn of our skin
It's why you try so hard to instill
Inferiority in us
Something you have always felt within
Don't force your insecurities onto us
We are not placeholders
For your hurt egos
We will not carry the weight of your burdens
We are not your slaves
It's why you feel threatened
When we stand up for ourselves
Because you don't have us to parent you
To be slaves to your supposed superiority
Because deep down you feel inferior to us
And even deeper down you see us a superior
Because no matter what you throw at us
We end up victorious
Because we will never back down
And that is our power
I am incapable
In my existence
To fathom the love that I receive
It is not ever same
Everyday the envelope takes a distinct figure
Adding to my muddle
Each day it alters its scent
But it boils me to think
How is it love if days can recast it
Or is it that
My feeble mind
Is incapable of
Knowing the love of the titled
For my letters if ever posted
Would always smell the same
But I do know
I am incapable
Of grossing a response to it
As it would be dull to love a commoner
For who has known only one scent
tiny lump-like, grown soon into a mass nested
in a pouch, born into a gentle light flesh with tiny limbs and heart sealed in a bottle left off to the shores of critics.
life is like a fairytale but i'm no princess but an anatomy of your clenching-wordage / thorns of its cicatrice engraved beneath my skin—my sunken dark eyes trail a path to your chest you say is full of love, wishing these claw-like-fingers could rip out your heart and wash gently out my contusions in your blood
and i lay on bare on the ground, free from all dark voices and blurred lines
"as i can junket to a world outside the typical hierarchy and human inferiority complex"
His banana small, inferior bite,
Appealed not to her in the least that night.
Her cantaloupes robust.
He tried for the best thrust.
The hippiness hype just couldn’t make it right.
If your motives are ulterior,
Then, hatch them in The Interior
Where the Blame-Worthy is senior
And the Praise-Worthy junior;
But your gain: Satan’s hysteria,
In hospitals Fresh Diphtheria,
The Ulterior makes The Inferior
Hardly, The Ulterior superior:
The by-nature meant for the rear,
Coastal regions and ones by a ria
Welcoming Sacrifice to Fear…
If your motives aren’t The Ulterior,
Yourself produce at The Exterior
Without notice of the prior.
Dear Mother, I don't see you
My visits are now due
I can't hear your view
But, your love will rescue
Life is not that interesting
My worries, none is arresting
My mind, prayer is dusting
And sorrow is infesting
Daily routine with no purpose
I greedily fill my little purse
My mind has a serious puss
God and you must bless
Your kind face, I just recall
That makes peace for me fall
I have not a single close pal
My troubles are very tall
I must visit you my mother
I must hug my only brother
My life does wastefully wither
Had left us all our dear father
O- Mother- Life you gave me
Many times, i feel gloomy
Your touch will be balmy
Life is now stormy
At times, I feel very sorry
As, peace, I can't carry
I live with no true merry
Daily to live, I just hurry
O- Mother- Let me be forgiven
I feel you are my real Heaven
By you only, love is given
You are God under the Sun
Let me fall at your feet
Today let us happily meet
This idea itself is sweet
Happy turns my heart-beat
Nothing can stop my visit
At your side, let me sit
And enjoy it bit by bit
Please you kindly permit.
I
Love. Start by saying "Hello" to strangers
Even on Poetry Soup
II
Love somebody who seems "arrogant."
Or eliminate everyone who is not humble enough like you.
I'm from human
the best Fauna!
I hate black skin
I love aristocratic white
I'm with my favorite rottweiler puppies
by the flowers garden
where I find
beautiful flowers are liberal,
lavishly spread the aroma for all
without discrimination
Oh! I'm inferior to flora!
-January 22, 2020 Chattogram
I hear the whisper at night,
I tell everyone i'm alright.
I lay in a bed so cold,
my demon's hand to hold,
I press my face into the pillow,
I scream my words unsaid.
I twist myself into the blankets,
tie myself in knots,
tangled within my mind.
I stare at the ceiling until it becomes a sky.
I stare at the sky until it becomes night.
I stare at the night until I can force myself to believe i'm alright.
Until I can force myself to believe monster only live in fairytales,
believe that every nightmare ends and every story gets a happy ending.
I stare at the night sky painted on my ceiling and force myself to believe a society built upon lies.
I force myself into calm and I struggle to stay carefree,
I strain to laze.
I stay in a constant state of panicked interior and a polished exterior.
confidence
self assured, poised
unassuming, leading, persuasive,
leader, parent, loner, bully
bragging, disparaging, lambasting
begrudging, angry
lack of
Time richer, more precious than cash
Which once lost finds its way into your wallet
Whereas a second lost can stash
Permanent poverty punishment on your mallet.
Time, scarce resource with powers
To determine the quality your future enjoys
If you bestow on time a bouquet of flowers
To ascertain time swaps sorrows for joys.
Time begs no one as it moves on
In its inexorable race to the destination
No laggard can either hasten or slow down in a zone
Primed to promote a tardy fascination.
Time befriends folks whose attitude
Accommodates punctuality in all activities
With the potential to soar a latitude
Towards festivities and away from tardy proclivities.
The Inferior Bacteria
There was once a young bacteria,
Who used to feel inferior.
But he resisted antibiotics
And medicines exotic,
Now he is feeling superior.
Barry Stebbings
13/04/17
Looking in the eyes of the desensitized what shocks should not but what shocks you not that someone looked into your eyes
Do you ever stand naked in front of a mirror
And see a super hero like Captain Inferior
With muscles that sag
And under eye bags
Just fog up the mirror so things are less clearer
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