I'm sick of the silence
I’m sick of the distance
I’m sick of hiding
I’m sick of being someone i’m not
I’m sick of trying too hard just to fall short
I’m sick of the lies, the lies that keep me up at night wondering if this was a canon event that changed my life
I’m sick of trying too hard just to fall short, over, and over again
I’m sick of the loss of friendship in our society
I’m sick of the tension
I’m sick of being a teen
I’m sick of feeling
I’m sick of the anxiety and overthinking
I’m sick of the mood swings
I’m sick of being a girl, stereotyped and criticized, expected to do the wrong thing.
The future for them seems bleak
They're crying out to take a peek
In our homes, there's no family unity
All they want is to grasp love
Drugs and violence are running rampant
Children grow up in these neighborhoods
Jobs are not created, so there's no choice
If you would only listen, to our voice
Gang membership, provides a false sense of love
Drug addicts and gangsters we may be
Without jobs and education, we will always be
This is the future of our children
Young people are tired of being stereotyped
All they really want, is to do what's right
Just trust in us, give us much love
And that will give us a little peek
Author: Floyd Neal
Date: June 2003
Inspiration: The prison system
Inez is haughty and stuck up said they
I did not care, decided to meet her and stay
Having heard their strange ideas before
They stereotyped people forevermore
All Africans are this, all Irish are that
All redheads cook with used lard from a vat
All older women eat bland unseasoned food
Their generalizations are simply ignorant and rude
I met Inez who was a delight, not stuck up, just shy
Had supper with her and her lovely African guy
About people I always make up my own mind
Generalizations are ignorant; most are also unkind.
Remember where you came from
And what you had to do
To achieve your present outcome
Before your life was through.
Your life has reached duality,
Rumor is now the known,
And your stereotyped personality
Has assumed a life of its own.
Now that you are famous,
Your private life is through,
Your flame of fame is flickering,
But it’s cored by a tinge of blue.
In times where eyes are fixated at your sins,
judgment trolls in deceptive double standards.
When pointing fingers nobody really wins,
there's no joy in being defamed and slandered.
Swimming in an aquarium full of fins,
sharks will bite your flesh then leave you abandoned.
Scars will bleed with pain making you feel brittle,
hard hearts will laugh with insults that belittle.
Afraid of exposure honest souls retreat,
when their character's stereotyped by lies.
Frenemies hide behind a mask of deceit,
their envy is an embarrassing disguise.
Decline the pedestal they place on your feet
emancipate from enslavements that chastise.
Stay clear from those who act like a spirit thief,
growth from ignoring spite gives you self belief.
Drinking 20 pints regularly, done with consummate ease
Add a bottle of vodka on top if you please
Mixing beer, wine and spirits what a crazy thinker
All the time believing I was a social drinker
There is no one but me to blame
So much behaviour laden with shame
Throwing up in a public place
Never a good look, a complete disgrace
A time lived mainly in anger and lust
Argue, get drunk then a pelvic thrust
A continual cycle of adventure and thrills
Shyness masked with a cloak of inebriated skills
Any sort of drink a permanent extension of my hand
Ejected from many places, even sometimes banned
Often brash and extremely loud
Looking back it doesn’t make me proud
Stereotyped actor I no longer wanted to be
Had to change if future years I wished to see
No alcohol at all for 10 years now
Those that knew me then can’t believe how
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The Lies I Was Told About School
I was told at my first entrance
That schooling is my survival chance
Later knowledge not school made me bold
Oh I discovered, what a lie I was told!
I was told that school is education
But a stereotyped learning brought frustration
Yes, it gave a little but stole my joy
I decipher, its breeding will make me a toy
I was told schooling is success,
A barge of true happiness.
Until I saw successes without school And I saw scholar in poverty's pool
School brings fulfillment
When it's guarded with every commitment.
But how can I be sure of peace
When with her arms, my fears increase?
Now, I refused to be deceived
By every lie I once believed
I learn beyond parentship
I choose a better mentorship
May Allah bless our parents
I was told at my first entrance
That schooling is my survival chance
Later knowledge not school made me bold
Oh I discovered, what a lie I was told!
I was told that school is education
But a stereotyped learning brought frustration
Yes, it gave a little but stole my joy
I decipher, its breeding will make me a toy
I was told schooling is success,
A barge of true happiness.
Until I saw successes without school
And I saw scholar in poverty's pool
School brings fulfillment
When it's guarded with every commitment
But how can I be sure of peace
When with her arms, my fears increase?
Now, I refused to be deceived
By every lie I once believed
I learn beyond scholarship
I choose a better mentorship
Most people although aged
are very much young at heart
They love to dance and play
They get excited in small things
How many old and middle aged would love to behave like young?
Full of joy and enthusiasm
Well... Most of them
That day during a cricket match
I made a bet with son
As my team hit sixes and fours
I clapped and jumped in joy
I even danced an awkward dance
My son said Mom you don't behave like fifty
I said I don't care, I want to enjoy
We all laughed, we had lot of fun
I do whatever my mind says
Sometimes child like and silly
I am young at heart
Such acts keep me always happy
I often wonder why should one behave as grownup
when still a child at heart
Why can't we be our true self
Instead of following stereotyped world
It is so much fun to be a child
Just be and see
I got these words from dictionary:
Enthusiasm, Awkward, Stereotyped, Self, Child
Date: 10/14/2020
Winner 1st position
Me and you we are all the same; same bones, same blood but a different race and a different name. When I walk past you, I feel nothing but shame.
You clinch your purse; you lock your doors. You turn in another direction; but what for?
Do I scare you because of the color of my skin? Does my existence or presence cause harm or offend?
We've been stereotyped since the beginning of time; and being a shade darker than you is like committing a crime.
Do you ever wonder why we run from the police? We are scared of being deceased.
Or beaten by someone with a little more power. We don't run because we are guilty or cowards.
When police walk by, we have to clinch our fist; or be taken down by an armed man with a grip that he might place upon my chest. We are scared not resisting arrest.
When they approach, we hide or lock our doors; and you wonder why we do this for.
If we don't, we may open the door to a barrel of a gun. Now just being honest wouldn't that make you run?
So before you judge me see it from my point of view. Cause to be honest, I am just like you. You fear me; but I am scared too.
Homelessness
Homelessness is not an illness, People have lost their damn minds with a bunch of silliness. People who are homeless get stereotyped as Alcoholics, Mentally ill, Panhandlers, and Drug users, Whoever says this about all homeless people is a bunch of losers. The homeless take care of each other and give a little shove, We share what little things we have with each other with lots of love. Some in today's society are wanting to push the homeless away out of sight are out of their mind, People who look down on those who are less fortunate are not so kind. Let's reflect on the that Jesus Christ our Savior had no bed, He was homeless, and didn't have anywhere to lay his head.
Nigeria my beloved home is under siege:
A death trap I see in her third mainland bridge.
The crying blood of the slain in the North-east
overwhelms vicious politicians with guilt.
Humans with hearts of beasts ravage her North-west,
outgunning her corrupt weakened armed forces.
Catacombs of mass graves quantify losses
incurred from incessant farmers-herders clash.
Darkness looms as stupendous amounts of cash
are cast in an energy sector like trash.
Her healing centres are no more than health morgues,
and her institutions breed intellectual dogs.
Her oligarchs of the six zones unify
to plunder, rape and line their pockets with filth.
With peanuts they entice poverty stricken
youths, just to have their sit-tight bids guaranteed them.
Indulgences from the gullible gratify
custodians of faith endowed with seducing lips.
My beloved Nigeria has failed to hearken
to the values of the elders before them.
With priorities misplaced, we go seeking
for stereotyped reputations in our trips
to foreign climes for filthy lucre to acquire.
Good Lord! When will values my mother-land require?
Will it be gazetted on the pretext of prejudice
As ever spelt...,will justice begotten or merely
Remains unattainable to a few kins in mind's
Declaration of Victor's triumphant jollification
Ever schemed to subdue justice as jurisdiction
Of lame sentiments are we the booty leakers
Whom engraves the freedoms of the generality
Mongers whom strain the ethos of democracy
Monsters whom robs and plunder our bounty
Mobsters and gangsters of that sort in courts...
At the end of the day is the stereotyped "us"
Who will suffer in this political distress spelling
A shipwreck in the gulf of egocentric politicians
Even my thoughts never taken into consideration
Viva... Viva ... Viva with my vote propelling them all
Propelling them to sail through yet they too draw
A blank on my concern, the hope drifts now that
Amandla is begotten by the spawn eager to spare
His glory I shout " Amandla kumajita " Msebenzi for
I am tired of picking from their pocket petty coins...
Lowlifediarist
Dragons have dreams too;
stereotyped, they have been.
quite a friendly lot;
just like us they love to play;
they strive quite hard, to please us.
Dragon suppression, creates great illness
and pain; free your dragon.
Open your heart and release;
for dragons live within us.
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