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I know why people bleach their skin, acceptance
Can you imagine looking in a mirror and hating your own reflection
All you see is an ugly man
You wake up every day and nothing ever changes, self-hate is a cruel thing.
Society gives you a description of beauty and you don't see that in your mirror...your black skin and the body you're in becomes your silent grave because self-hate destroys the inner man
Bleaching your skin fade away your identity of ugly ...the lighter you are the better you look to humanity. The truth is we all want to be a size 6 and look like Beyoncé...isn't that what civilization say is perfect beauty. We are our own enemies.
We all need to value who we are, don’t change how we look to measure up to anyone...Your skin or body size should never be a definition of self-value, celebrate how you were made.
Before the mirror he stood and gazed, another soul sent to their grave, he needed time to
contemplate, at whose hand had they met their fate?
Is there an evil that in him thrives, urging that he takes more lives, he stands and looks
now at his face, reflecting back his own self hate.
The time had come for him to converse, with this inner demon for whom he worked, he takes
a breath, exhales slow, there's answers that he needs to know.
Determined now he starts to ask, the information that he lacked, how else could he get
through this night, but what if he's wrong, no demons fight?
What if the hand upon the blade, was his own hand that yielded pain, what if it was his
own intent, his mind tortured not by devilment, he knew he had to venture further, was he
truly capable of murder?
Seeking truth, accept no less, he asks his inner self to now confess,
"From the furthest corner bound to hell, upon the depths I cast this spell, I ask for
vision so I may see, the demon who posse-th me"
He stood transfixed upon the glass, as a voice answered back,
"My friend your doing very well, there's a place for you with me in hell, what questions
of me do you seek? come, come speak up, it's just you and me"
Unsettled by this demons words, his speech was shaky, somewhat slurred, he found the
courage to pursue, the answers that this demon knew.
"When in the midst of violent rage, you write the script upon my page, you control my
inner will, you push my desire for blood fuelled kills, do you admit to this no less,
speak to me demon, do you confess?"
Urgently he needed answers, this demon feeds upon him like a cancer,
"You would like that would'nt you, that it was me who killed, it was not you, to feel
relief, exoneration, escape the punishment of your own damnation,the truth you seek won't
set you free, the murderer was never me"
In a mist of temper he destroyed the mirror, as shards of glass dispersed and shimmered,
he took a blade whilst in this mist ,and in desperation,sliced his wrists,
as he fell upon the floor, he knew that he would Kill no more, the peace he sought he
found at last, from the cold slash of the broken glass,finally he was free from his sin,
as life left his body, and death moved in!
How to rid myself of addiction
Let it run to the cross soiled
Here on the 1st station of the cross
Feel the self-hate go to its fate
Carry my new wood proudly
Condemned to crucifixion
I nail the addict while contrite
With kindness and patience
Threw away my paraphernalia
Break the doubt however tight
Like a fruitless wash and repeat
Get up only to fall again
Think of cancer and cirrhosis
Recall the tethers of a life
Teach me true forgiveness
Know that I am enough
But, addiction is insatiable
When it’s time to strike, strike
When I let go the trial starts
An addict is an addict for a lifetime
Walk the stations day after day
Naked and humbled each morning
Endure emptiness’ open palms
Find amity in fear's closed fist
Each iteration is not a failure
Be proud above happy people
With their sanctioned addictions
We are the socially unacceptable
Making failure our familiar
Our struggle the incomparable
If by chance you receive this message
Riddled by your daily choices
Addiction has no beginning or end
Returning to the 12th station
Eli eli lama sabachthani
Expire like thieves beside the helpless
Resurrect me on the 15th
Stumbling is better than stasis
Lay me beside you entombed
I am thirsty, Lord
Tetelestai
There are so many trapped
and tortured souls in this
desolate place.
We are ghosts, screaming for freedom,
darklings, crying for light.
Never sure how to grasp onto
something invisible,
without strangling it.
Even before the cold bars
made of murk and gloom
there was no hope,
only bleakness.
Now "lost'' takes on
a greater, deeper meaning
for us here.
Lost in the abyss of incarceration,
groping for strands of liberty.
Deprived of human spirit,
Forbade femininity, devoided masculinity,
By force at first,
But by choice over time.
Resisting may seem futile
Do rebel my Sisters and Brothers,
Insurgence is necessary
to rise and revolt!
But do not rise against "them",
Rise against your darkness
against your self hate,
your intolerance of others,
against your deep seeded fears.
For hope my Friends, and
the only way to survive this cage
is to Grab tight the Light, all your Strength Hope and Love
For it is the only weapon against
The descending into the the Darkness of the Abyss
Gasping for air, that won't come.
My body once tingling & full of life.
Now can't feel anything but pain, I'm numb.
What was once vibrant is now full of strife.
The sucking wound raw in my chest.
That gnawing feeling, a constant ache.
Like a scab that didn't heal, but festers.
How much more do you expect before I break?
Not making trouble or trying to fight.
Why can I never be upset, sad or sick?
It's not a matter of wrong versus right.
My feelings & opinions are valid, you dick!!!
Eyes once bright & full of energy.
Now sunken in a tired disguise.
This hollow feeling just isn't me.
Is it my head or heart that tells me lies?
All I want is to again feel whole.
Reality says this will never be.
I have a sad & empty soul.
My heart violently ripped from me.
Not once, but over & over the violence came.
Gnashing its claws further into my chest.
Tears hidden in the presence of rain.
Thunder drowning screams, I didn't know I had left.
Grief, anger & loneliness comes in waves.
Never quite getting to stand upright.
Pounded down again only adds to the craze.
I'm drowning & no lifeguard in sight.
Crawling on the beach & covered in sand.
Hoping that last wave is finally through.
Part in the ocean & part on land.
Hoping the grim reaper is done with you.
A sad little thing that gasps for air.
"Done with you?" he said with disbelief.
"Didn't you learn life isn't fair."
"My time here is done."
"Now, you bring the grief."
Shocked, there I stood black robe in my hand.
No fight left to try & negotiate.
Seems Death is now mine to command.
Awesome, more reason for my self hate.
©? copyright Aleera De La Keur 2023
The test
In these days of gender turmoil
Gender issues, gender strife
It has now become a puzzle
How to go about with life
What to teach our growing children?
Who or what defines their role?
When the family is in shambles
Undermining every goal
It’s confusion upon confusion
Rules and morals what are they?
What was once highly regarded
Is quickly seen as ’in the way’
Change the system, change foundations
Make things easy, cut the chains
That restrict the craving human
Never mind the stains and pains
We decide what we’re becoming
Can’t you see? And it goes well
If you doubt what you are seeing
Then don’t ask and we won’t tell
The time has come to make things over
The more the better, let’s recreate
And we will not stop to ponder
If this is prompted by self-hate
Let us live out every feeling
How we think is how we feel
And this unrestricted living
Really does have strong appeal
As the genders keep confusing
One another and the rest
Whether agreed on or objected
This puts all mankind to the test.
Wendy Nipas
I once had a friend iron-willed and rigid
she was uncompromising and stern
everything carved in stone
she was single-minded mulish
unyielding- unwavering in all things
I am an easy-going girl . . .
my hair a flowing river streaming- tranquil
oh yes, quite laid-back and calm, almost lackadaisical
but not weak or meek, or fragile
she never imagined my strength hidden . . .
I accepted her unbending ways (for a time)
her words- weapons trying to leave scars
never do I recall a person so determined and tough
so full of turmoil and self-hate
most of the time I tolerated her
but the wheel of time rolled and rolled
until I got sick of surrendering- I got sick of her
so, in the most delicate way
gracefully, kind and casual
and to her shock- I said
I have had quite enough of you . . .
___________________________
July 15, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/a friend- so intransigence
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1166-584-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Intransigence
sponsor, John Hamilton
Second Place
In depths of solitude, I stand forlorn,
With shadow as my sole and steadfast friend.
By society shunned, from kinship torn,
I ponder on life's edge, its bitter end.
Upon the bridge, where thoughts of ending bloom,
My shadow's form beside me makes its stand.
This grim moment, midst the gathering gloom,
I gasp, “l'm not alone in this bleak land!”
For shadow's silent vigil, ever true,
Has walked with me through life's relentless strain.
In every trial, every triumph too,
He’s been my constant, through both loss and gain.
So, ‘neath moon’s light, and night’s cold embrace,
My shadow stands, my solace and my grace.
-Edward
For within you resides immeasurable worth!
You are not alone in this world.
You are not alone in the struggles of this life.
If you are having a difficult time, feeling overwhelmed and overburdened, there is help out there.
It is OK to share your struggles and talk to someone.
Call 988 for help
Text 988 for support
Visit: 988 Suicide and Crisis Hotline for support
He wakes every morning already in pain
He takes no meds because addiction lives with in him
He checks his feet are they purple or blue
Flat foot he can't stand unless he puts his foot strait in a shoe
Will today be the day that the bullet takes the pain.
Not suicidal its more if a quality of life decision
Pain free no judgment no self hate no reason to see disdain
Time to check the chamber nope still have the in decision
What reason do we have to live duty to God bury are kin
What beauty is left to hold us here chirping birds and cricket songs
What truth and love among people can you find any where
The judgment onto those in pain is cruel as any day is long
We make them feel useless and weak
When they got hurt by edifying you and me
We about sparing money from are check
Causs we are week minded and easily misled
The amount we expect them to live on is unimaginable
Yet we would say its plenty but most didn't notice
Able body non saving and planing were crying 1000 a month wasn't enough need that plus 500 q week and a 1000 for each kid
Never even realized how hypocritical you had just been
Their is division being preached on social media
Holding groups accountable for past sins
Complaining of stolen lands and past imprisonment
Well try to focus on were we are going not where we been
If I might clear up one thing to the Victor go the spoils
Thats what war is for no pretty but its how it works
And everyone who wants to speak about treachery of the past
Keep in mind as Americans all of us are guilty of the very same atrocities daily feeding slave labor child labor sex slaves gang violence just cause its not in front of you don't mean its gone take accountability of that then talk to ne about money for the now free
I can manage another day my wit is sharp
My eyes have no problems seeing
I will stay grounded in truth covered with an understanding tarp
But I will never loose my indecision because choices are why we all breath
He wakes every morning already in pain
He takes no meds because addiction lives with in him
He checks his feet are they purple or blue
Flat foot he can't stand unless he puts his foot strait in a shoe
Will today be the day that the bullet takes the pain.
Not suicidal its more if a quality of life decision
Pain free no judgment no self hate no reason to see disdain
Time to check the chamber nope still have the in decision
What reason do we have to live duty to God bury are kin
What beauty is left to hold us here chirping birds and cricket songs
What truth and love among people can you find any where
The judgment onto those in pain is cruel as any day is long
We make them feel useless and weak
When they got hurt by edifying you and me
We about sparing money from are check
Causs we are week minded and easily misled
The amount we expect them to live on is unimaginable
Yet we would say its plenty but most didn't notice
Able body non saving and planing were crying 1000 a month wasn't enough need that plus 500 q week and a 1000 for each kid
Never even realized how hypocritical you had just been
Their is division being preached on social media
Holding groups accountable for past sins
Complaining of stolen lands and past imprisonment
Well try to focus on were we are going not where we been
If I might clear up one thing to the Victor go the spoils
Thats what war is for no pretty but its how it works
And everyone who wants to speak about treachery of the past
Keep in mind as Americans all of us are guilty of the very same atrocities daily feeding slave labor child labor sex slaves gang violence just cause its not in front of you don't mean its gone take accountability of that then talk to ne about money for the now free
I can manage another day my wit is sharp
My eyes have no problems seeing
I will stay grounded in truth covered with an understanding tarp
But I will never loose my indecision because choices are why we all breath