As a woman I was taught to wear makeup to cover up. All of my scars because no man would, love me. As a woman I was taught not to, disrespect others. Whom have disrespect me. As a woman I wonder why a lot of women talk, badly about other women. As a woman I have come across. So much obstacles but I’ve accomplished, a lot. As a woman I was taught that. I only belong in the kitchen cooking for my husband, to be. As a woman I was taught to be polite. As a women I was taught to love myself first and foremost. As a woman I was taught. To cry is a good coping mechanism skills. As a woman I was taught that being different is, unique. As a woman I was taught to follow through, my dreams. As a women I was taught to. Stay my ground and not to be a pushover.
Jed, the new husband wanted to control his wife
But failed terribly in attempting to domesticate her
and control her
She was not a willing participant or pushover
neither was Jed’s second or third wives
You cannot control women! His sisters told him.
He should have known that.
But he didn’t.
He is still looking for a compliant wife.
Potential wives four, five and six have all dumped him
None of them liked being almost-controlled either.
Santa Badger can handle it Mrs. Badger said.
She was in charge, and this is not in my head.
I have seen the two together, she gives him no leeway.
He cringes from her directions by the end of their day.
Santa Badger was a pushover and gave much away.
Bunnies, hedgehogs, and mice soon showed up to play.
Let’s go out and eat, one of the mothers suggested.
By end of the day Babysitter Badger’s nerves were sorely tested.
I’m a push-over,
even the moon changes color
when I turn away from it.
Cats only take note of me
when I eat a banana.
A banana is as much a mystery to a cat
as are the pyramids to us.
Last week, if I had died at home
bits of me
would now be in their feed bowls
and litter box.
Cats understand
quick convenience eating.
If the bananas could talk
the cats would be exonerated.
All that while I thought we had a common goal.
To relive each other from past angst
to protect each other's hearts
all that while I aborted my babies because YOU were not ready.
I wanted to be worthy of you.
By allowing to be a pushover
all that while you were body shaming me every time we went out.
I yearned for your approval all-day
that I forgot the real ME
all that while I saw YOU starting to be distant,
I loved you still.
I tried being spontaneous to avoid YOU getting bored with me.
all that while I had to constantly lie about how I got my bruises.
I was scared of being without YOU,
that I would break my back defending you.
All that while I heard rumours that you were cheating on me,
YOU said my friends were jealous of us.
YOU told me to cut them off.
So, you would have the ability and chance to abuse me in all ways possible freely.
and I was blind to that because I misunderstood being used with love.
1/11/23
Typical that they have doubts
It's often dragged out
All this crap being bragged about
Moving over the speed of eight knots
At a great cost
I had to take shots
In order to make lots
Otherwise just stuck in the same spot
Meanwhile all these fakes and snakes watch
From that pettiness I break off
Got no time for it, stand in the way and it's chaos
The pieces haven't fully fit into place
It's been a bit of a wild goose chase
Quite the journey
Taking steps that put me on a gurney
Much remains that is a threat
I'm building my skillset
It's just not the same as trying to kill pests
This time it's no drill test
Because this foe will vex
No pushover, meanwhile secrets still kept
Not always see through
It is indeed true
There is much out to deceive you
Meanwhile in the world greed grew
I'd give you endless love and support if only she knew
As the breeze blew
A change in vision
Gained wisdom
Out to make a difference
Not remain in the same position
No matter if people stay ignorant
I can’t just ignore how tight it hugs me
How it caresses through my soul
How it exposes pretence of innocence overhaul
A touch of it sending goose bumps all over me
I can’t hide anymore, from beautified macabre
Coz its radiance reveals my dark silhouette
The mask unmasked, pulled off and shoved off
Am its pushover, adjunct to its whims and in it swept off
I can’t resist how I slide along its gooey surface
Ever since its appearance, smoothening rough edges,
My entire itinerary requisite sufficed
Back and forth am pushed, taking past hooey serious
To extremities that I could dare not imagine were precious
I sloth at time wasted on fingle-fangle,
With tremor and cowardice, had waved off
And wafted away pots upon pots of inviting cosset
But with it, my tour de force is world class and it I covet
The urge to stretch forth, pluck and sink my teeth
In both poisonous and supple, sweetened sour, to pleasure writhe
Lowering my bucket so deep in their pristine cisterns,
To just drink and drink from their forbidden cool rith
And quench my thirst, decade old thirst
As they call my name amid a bene placito!
I find it hard to say no
Not because I'm weak
When someone feels uncertain,
And a listening ear doth seek
I listen carefully to everything they say.
And try to give the best advice,
To help their worries fade away.
I feel honoured that they trust me,
To confide in me for sure,
I worry they see weakness,
And think I am a pushover what's more.
Have I had my eyes closed
Or choose not to see
I now have the feeling
Some have tried to make a monkey out of me.
This awakening causes me concern,
It puts me in a different state of mind.
I know it's not a weakness.
It should be normal to be kind.
Not one more me and you's
the silence that layout in the open
reveals the unsaid truths
everything is broken
nothing left for love now stolen ...
Just another open-heart surgery
that tears apart my soul
that me and you lost in our perjury
making us cut apart from the whole
everything ends of a once me with you toll.
Pack your things as quickly as you can
the holiday is over
better to go now than then
wave goodbye over your shoulder
as we end, don't say it ever again, I'm no pushover.
scare of coronavirus is far from over
it's rapid mutation, no easy pushover
we stay at home and pray.
a cure or vaccine will take more time to firm up
scientists across globe doing best to make up
all waiting for that day.
all healthcare workers are fighting hard to save lives
governments are pushing hard for containment drives
economies astray.
masks and social distancing are now new normals
work from home are fast replacing office formals
seeds of change sown today.
2.8.2020
Tail Rhyme stanza poetry contest
of Emile Pinet
Used rhymezone.com & howmanysyllables.com
Syllable count of all stanzas: 12, 12, 6.
Struggle is a rythme we dance to
Never be a pushover they run through
Rather be a protector they run to
You've got to be strong to move mountains
Be strong enough to worth something
Live will leave no handouts
Better snatch yours and run out.
My refusal skills are pretty much non-existent.
I grew up in a small town where most people say yes.
Others use words like no, absolutely not, not my clowns.
I say okay almost immediately to any request coming my way.
For where I grew up anyone who said no was labelled a trouble maker.
An outcast, a do-badder,
I know it is crazy, but I really do
want my reputation for being a pushover fully intact.
My Voice is Silenced
I look within, for my time to being
for a chance to feel, that the potential I conceal
to be accepted and embraced, but all hope is left to be chased
the doors are closed and windows I suppose are left with a desolate view
I once loved to sing, but performing not my thing
I had no faith in my voice and chose silence by choice
so that I wouldn’t face, the words of others would not replace
the insecurity left over, from a life of being a pushover
and never living for the day
I arrive to a place, where my surroundings have no face
time is not a friend I can hold, it is fleeting and free once past is gone so I’m told
I wanted more from me and wanted greater things to be
my offerings left for others to know, but time moves quickly when it’s your time to go
Above the abyss, the real me is who I miss
I fell I deserve so much more, from the person I was before
is time running out, am I the one easy to forget about
can I still make a difference, and have an impact and some significance
or should I let my voice fade to silence
She acted tough.
Called herself spider.
Built an enormous wall.
Around her feelings.
She scared newcomers.
They shied away like crazy.
Afraid of her bark.
Not knowing there was no bite.
She used a gruff voice.
Laughed at her whimsy.
Smiled at their fear.
Knowing they were in no danger.
In actuality, she was such a pushover,
This was her only way to say no
When she used to always say “yes”.
Pushovers often have to do this.
I wonder where to wander,
alone I am a loner;
once your mate-rover
but now just a harmless pushover
for my path is over
by turning a cold shoulder
to me, you alter into a voiceover
of my kismet, a veiled exposure.
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