Is it because I'm black?
You and I - both know,
The answer to that -
Yes-
It is,
Because - people like you,
Exist
To be - racist
Is it because im black -
That you are so full of hatred,
Or - are you just sad, are you just mad that you,
Are not like me.
You claim that you are superior,
Yet act,
All -
Inferior
When it comes to your exterior,
You,
Pay to have our skin -
Despite your claims that it is unattractive -
That no one could be attracted,
To my darkness,
But that makes no sense -
But in your defence its a tan,
In my defence it’s an excuse
A
Defence mechanism,
Used - then abused,
To uphold white supremacy -
And the proximity,
That comes with it
You say it’s because im black,
But why is that?
Can you not handle the fact -
That, despite what you say,
Your actions don’t match -
The hate - you,
Spit at us -
Is the same hate you swallow -
To avoid the taste of your own insecurities
It’s not because i'm black,
It’s because you don’t get to be that
I do not understand superior characteristic of a leader.
Leading to toxicity and becoming a trend in a workplace,
Those who are in higher positions are unapologetic
As if they are always right to give their stands and there is no room for others to interfere.
Workers in lower level tends to endure all the negative words and inhumane treatment,
Thinking that earning is more important than pride,
Without knowing that they become so immune
Tormenting themselves to survive.
Practicality holds them tight,
Putting in to their mind that it is really alright.
As if they have no voice to speak it out
Because at the end of the day they are just common employees who leash out.
Meanwhile the superior ones become much more mighty,
Knowing that they can maneuver someone’s supposed to be legacy
Without minding the effect,
That can result someone to give up.
There should have a balance,
Being superior should not be normalized.
Humility is not Inferiority
concluding, 'Woe is me!'
Open your heart's eye wide to see
What can I do ~ Where is my opportunity
Ain't a illusion but reality,
Your stardom, your limelight,
Your rich folks and my shame dress,
My heart begging tears to shed.
Ain't a Jack in box I promise
But a fairy light lost in spotlight,
All you were a short lived fantasy
While December joyed and February weeped.
Ain't a Silhouette but a soulful dream
Of my life's road driven in forest,
But Blind Folds on my glistening light,
Taking steps on pebbles of your life.
For your shining flashy life
On Billboard of my long night,
I'll keep our pictures hidden forever
So you can step in brightest smile.
You are putting yourself down
No, I`m not, but I know you want to have a go, so I deflect
your sarcasm your words fall on stony ground.
The public laughed off my self-disparaging and your words
embarrassed you, I fenced off your attack.
As a runt in the family, I learned to be the one who told
jokes about my bullies, yes, my tormentors in a way
they didn`t get the meaning before the next day,
and they could say nothing without exposing their stupidity,
but it came with a hefty price I don`t if praise sent my way is
meant to belittle me to make me look silly in my attempt
to be known as a comedy writer
Inferiority complex
Self-esteem too low
Holds off giant leaps of life
Shun it and you win!
©Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak
15th September 2015
Ideally, standing up is the expectation to the present folded lay
Never up to own standard, self belief a constant enemy
Falling below threshold; never reaching the mark of confidence
Events are always weighed by their authority on personality
Roll call of self esteem is done; name is present but being-absent
Intimidated even by the most ordinary of matter and issues
Oriented to believe the best is for others, then taking
Rash decisions to protect its supposed image, but
Instead such personality is whipped each time this happens
Tamed by simple challenges to hide under own shame
Yearning of the heart for the soul to one day break free.
Always feeling very low
intimidated by the slightest threats
frightened by a simple challenge
Feelings of inferiority
Irritated and enraged
Just like ocean waves
Defensiveness like a baby who tries and crawls but falls
Fear and forlorn hit the floor
Confused and want to run out the door
Insecurity and hopelessness are at the pore
Guild and hatred will haunt you down
Screams of agony are the closest sounds
Lost in the middle of overwhelming I fall to the ground
Will the emotions ever end?
Fear of rejection my mind sends
All I need for this to end is friends
Clocks tick, pages turn, and pencils furiously inscribe notes; two more chapters.
The house is silent; earbuds blare.
And as the city sleeps, you refuse to conform.
Rest is for the weak; I go against the norm.
The only question is, as the sun retires and the moon clocks in, which will you choose,
Productivity or inferiority?
Intellectual Inferiority
Things were once so simple
Back when I was young
Could of sworn I knew it all
But it slipped right off my tongue
The day I left the cradle
When I learned to crawl
This whole world was mine to hold
But I dropped the ball
Quickly I pursued it
As it rolled across the floor
Then I stepped into this room
And someone locked the door
Often I look back on life
And see where I went wrong
Existence is much easier when
You know where you belong
Chasing distant memories
Things that I believe
Watch them as the fall apart
It's so easy to deceive
Things are never simple
It’s only in your head
The only thing you know for sure
Is one day you'll be dead
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
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