Institutionalized Poems | Examples

Banned Book Club VI

Conservatives’ banning’s apropos of nothing
At twelve when he delt with this
shouldn't have to jump through hoops
should’ve been able to explore when a teen
But because of many conservative groups
The Ire excessive was the coming of age
Juvenile mistakes made in adult years
Denied the ability to pick up social skills
Sexual assault and sexual awaking
considered pornographic
Q**r’s  often live a second adolescents
This is a guide for the coming of age allies
States have taken off the shelves
Intersectional as his  life
Chapters are a collection, four acts 
referred to as “parts” in this guide
self-contained essay’s
The memoir progresses through Johnson’s life 
Two letters appear alongside 
the chapters for mother and brother
Conditioned to think what’s the truth
Indoctrinated in us
Stop crying,  racialized   
School bullies
The flee market incident
Institutionalized violence
Family structure marginalized  
Community –college fraternity
And black joy
Tells the truth 
A black and q***r boy’s experience
Gender identity
Toxic masculinity
Brotherhood

Conditioned

This cold scheduled grey life 
Has me so on point and on task
The tunnel vision is nauseating 
The horse blinders debilitating 
Want for what, wish for who 
An existence built to hypnotize
Time coerced me into being  
Unapologetically institutionalized

The First Tv

The first TV was small, red, and Russian.
The first TV was a brown coffin with a small eye.
The first TV was institutionalized
it lived behind bars, it was white and black
and always mad about its watchers.

The first Tv made whole families kneel before it,
our ears pinned to its tin-can speaker.
The first TV was creamy and plastic
it had a helicopter heart. The first TV
had an alien child. it was party-colored and round
like a bubblecar in a spacesuit.

Now we are men, and even females
can flip a hundred channels with one narrow wrist. 
Yet the windows are locked,
and doors are buttons for beer guts,
keyboards cloned, 
fingers and thumbs drugged and droned,
in a Japanese dream.

The first TV hangs around our necks;
a fish-eyed tank in the dead center 
of our echoing minds,
its inward probing eye
waiting for all of us to be the first 
to crawl into it.

What a Lecher Does

She was twenty-two-years old
childlike, but not childish
her mind was not as deep thinking as many
but she was empathetic and kind
goodness oozed out of her
she was the victim of a lecherous relative
he knew she was going to expose him
he talked her mother into giving her a lobotomy
she was institutionalized the rest of her life
barely able to speak or move
her father safely moved on to other young victims

Ptmd 2

laminated love
    institutionalized us
dead marriage-go-round

To Do Lists Are Not For Me

I made a to-do-list, anxiety crept in, sneaking quietly in an institutionalized way.
Every time I saw this list, I began to tremble, feeling inadequate, worthless.
I refused to begin, because the list was taking up all of my time, ruining it.

This list stared at me from inside books, underneath lamps, beside my TV tray.
On the second day, I thought I could master maybe one thing on the list.
I looked at the first item and slammed shut harder than New Orleans in a hurricane.

I kicked the list from room to room, because it had begun to steal my hours.
It stole all of the happiness from my second day, and I allowed it, aiding it really.
I tore the list up that night. My conscious hissed at me, took a little bite. Ouch!

Today was the fourth day. I called people and promised them I would do the list tomorrow.
They will not make me accountable, but now I will. 
My integrity will force me to do
All three things I have allowed to ruin seventy-two hours of my life. 
I hate lists! I really do.

Institutionalized

What goes on
behind
closed doors
prognostics
diagnostics
the fears
the tears
a number
mere statistics
yet
when
it comes to us
a perspective
most unique



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on October 2, 2019

A Unicorn In a World of Gargoyles

Zebras. Monkeys. Lions too.
Decorating every corner.
Gorgeously done. 
Not the approved way,
But a gloriously new classroom
With a fresh teacher with crazy ideals intact.

She was a bit too cheerful.
Too open. Too friendly. Maybe a small-town girl.
Not institutionalized at all, not used to our ways.
What is she thinking? We whispered
Behind her back, and in front of her face.

She was a unicorn in a world of gargoyles.
We poked fun of her with our cracked cement faces.
She obviously knows not what she is about, we said.
The students will tear up that classmate in seconds, showing their colors.
Browns and grays ourselves, we never got around to showing her,
for children saw her for her pinks, oranges and greens.

The test scores came out in July.
Zebra, Monkey, Lion, Unicorn odd-ball’s class
Had the highest test scores in the state.
She was promoted to coach, to teach the others how to show kind colors.
Many of the whisperers left, not wanting to be taught.
I decided to stay and apologize.
The next year my classroom is filled to the brim
with gorillas, tigers, unicorns, hope, kindness and colors.
She is teaching me her magic ways.

My Rap Skills Verse 3

Stereotypes on the mic are all alike
one with the rest
can I stress I'm the best on a savage conquest
to conquer those plonkers with lyrical bonkers

institutionalized no, individual guy,
about to spit to all the fools
I live a life with miracles
you scream out scenes with vocal cords
that draw on boards the done before
a blunder under wonderful
in the bin and dumpster walls,

these Trim sounds sing original
the dawn that spawns phenomenals 
ba-da-der ba-da-der ba-da-der ba-da-derks
yes I write these words and that rhyme bloody works
sing along and feel the perks
I think I rhyme the just desserts.

3 Perspectives

I.
The red winged blackbird  knows how hard it is for me to connect with humans.
But I can still share my joy over this bird with my mom, who is dying for a way in.
II.
I was just told today by my teacher that I have a learning disability.
I was sad, confused. But my mom, she was “furious”  when she heard.
She’s a real go-getter, too, and she went and got them,
Made them stop calling me that.
But now, things are worse.
Teacher Brett doesn’t help me anymore.
He’s helping some other kid.
Things are much harder now.
III.
My name is Betsy and I’m 25-years old.
I love Panda Express orange chicken more than anyone else on the planet.
It isn’t the fanciest restaurant but it’s cheap and I can walk to it. (I hate cooking.)
Without the spirit of inclusion,
The persistence of my parents,
And my high school “inclusion facilitators,” 
I’d most likely be institutionalized or in some group home.
Instead I give speeches to crowds of fancy adults
About the power of not giving up, the power of support,
And the path of independence it has provided me. 
(Straight to the orange chicken.)

Institutionalized

The suffering, and pain and the horror stories to tell
From the throws of brimstone to the fires of hell,
I’ve walked through garbage, I have seen real pain
I’ve taken the walk down memory lane.

Evil people, hard people, who like to take life
Memories so real they cut like a knife
And jails, prisons, and institutions insane
From having guns to selling cocaine!

And deep in their world there’s always a cot,
They lock you away, and leave you to rot.
So fight the system my friends, its needed 
For life, otherwise just give up, and take on the strife.

So ill leave you my constituents with one final thought,
Fight through all the bull ****, that this system 
Has brought!

Overcome

It's not my imagination, the tribulation surrounding me. Everyday's a struggle, to hustle, necessity. But, who are they to judge who I am and where I'm from? I am who I am, until the day of kingdom come. And, this vision of prison will never be my home. There is no escape. So crowded, yet alone. But, my freedom is near. Picture perfectly clear. Look into my eyes, you will see no fear. My chin's up, shoulders back, standing strong with no slack. Got to keep pressing forward with the wind at my back. "Count time, pill line, get in compliance". Defiance is my only reliance to keep from being institutionalized, and hypnotized. Tic toc, the clock is ticking right before my eyes. And, im focused on the prize. Never leaving my sight. Miracles in progress. Dreams are taking flight. Everyday's a must, sleeping on a bed of rust. But, im about to leave them kicking rocks while they bite my dust. Its a dog eat dog world, in this place i call hell. But, all dogs go to Heaven, you cant keep em down.
05/20/2016

Our Astounding President

Our Astounding President

Did discover there are those I do deplore
Who are the ones who I will always ignore
If more of them are in store for me next
This is preposterous and became perplexed.

They must be politicians who are many more
Getting so numerous we can't keep the score
All appear cumbersome are those in view
And on us ridiculous they grew and grew.

None of their plans looked like were well laid
And communicates having been conveyed
Was at the point we all finally had realized
We should have politicians institutionalized.

But unbeknownst to us and also by golly
They went to Virginia and California Poly
And about it not trying to get technical
They slept on sofa that was a sectional.

Wives had refused to allow them in bed
After down deep, dark path having been led
And one of them finally got God's consent
She soon will be next astounding President.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet





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I Am the Girl

I am the girl…
 Hidden Behind Caged walls
The survivor 
That strives for Unlimited happiness…
I am the girl
The punching bag…..
Made with sand….
That makes Knuckles bleed
I am the girl
Sharper than 
The knife but 
Duller than crayola
Color grey

I am the girl …
I am the girl…
I am the girl…

I 
Im 
Me

I the deifier of gravity
I the institutionalized
I the lack of communication
Im the madness of insanity
Im the protagonist of my life
Im the window to creation
Me the indifferent
Me the Alice in that wonderland
Me the creator of this poem

I am the girl

Humanity In a Terrible Delimma

A land of tumoil, you left;
a terrain of peace and progress
into it, you’ve been embraced.
You settle, multiply but never mix,
time acquires a rocket engine then decades pass
from nowhere, demands begin to emanate
forcing unto your hosts, your migrated laws
pointing your fore-fingers at them
if your faiths and cultures are not institutionalized,
then shouting to the world and claiming the victim;
raising banners of discrimination and segregation;
creating lines and societies highly unmissable
terror’s attention is subsequently signaled
to make its agents begin to manifest.
Then either through physic’s inventions
or through human manipulations
unrest is born, pushing a once peaceful corner
towards a land of cautious eyes and hearts;
going back to the exact place once fled for peace.

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