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.
If the wind stopped moving,
If the rivers ceased to flow,
If the clouds no longer soared across the sky,
If time itself forgot to wrinkle—
We would not be who we are.
If stones were not so hard,
If the soil were not so soft,
If flowers did not bloom so beautifully,
If thorns were not so sharp—
How would we ever learn what it means
to be strong, tender, beautiful, and in pain?
Clutching a handful of breath in the lung,
Calling a few fragments of land “ours,”
Having gained everything so easily,
We proclaim ourselves the supreme beings.
Being unaware of nature’s rhythm,
Unthinking of its laws and fleeting existence,
One day,
The descendants of some future evolved species
will look at humans locked inside cages and say—
“Once, they were the advanced creatures of an age.”
Can you grasp the thunder?
Can you hide its flashes from an overflowing river?
Can you pay your river Life a hideous win?
Can you call yourself a mercenary who is stained?
I want to tag you under the umbrella of twisted fame,
I want to hide you between the mischievous game,
I want you to quit the possession you adore the most,
Your appearance on every stage is just like a blissful ghost.
You want to attain prospectus fame,
Thunder is always a strikingly fanciful name.
You wish to call it by your name,
You want to dedicate yourself to a superficial aim.
Can your audience watch out for your audacity?
To you, the river is always an auction house of unbridled necessities.
To run from the light is to embrace the nightlife,
To live in the darkness is quite a harsh dive.
I want to present you a few drops of nectar from my sorcery,
Do you wish to call it your dazzling supremacy?
Do you want it to be the cockiness of a fleeting river?
You are nothing but a callow diver.
We can help out there, it would be the humanitarian thing to do.
Well, of course you are right but one thing left out of your thoughts have you?
I don’t see what I’ve left out, perhaps you can elaborate?
It’s as clear as the nose on your face, but you still just don’t get it mate!
Get what? Why can’t we help these poor foreigners in their plight of need? What is there that stops us, some conceited superiority?
Mmmm! You’re nearly there mate!
What is I cannot see?
We’re ENGLISH mate, you and me.
The symptoms of superiority complex may include:
1.high valuations of self-worth.
2.boastful claims that aren't backed up by reality.
3.attention to appearance, or vanity.
4.overly high opinion of one's self.
5.a self-image of supremacy or authority.
6.unwillingness to listen to others.
7.overcompensation for specific elements of life.
Note.Zafar Khan Supari is sick (Mental Case).
I sense an air of superiority
I feel it in my bones
Noses pointed to the sky
Judging people unknown
Get off your golden chariot
Pop yourself on a mule
You are no better than any other
Simply a pompous fool
Step out of your comfort zone
Give kindness a try
Open your heart to equality
Let your judgements fly!
Inspired by a poet friend
We should never envision ourselves
superior to an acorn
lest an old oak fall upon us and remind us why?
(Shakespearean sonnet form: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG)
If there exists in your vicinity,
Presence of Toxic Masculinity
Give many thanks to your divinity
For this male fortunate proximity.
T’was men created engines, made the wheel.
Now look around, and all that you can see
Was made by toxic men who smelted steel
And conceived by male creativity.
You’ll find Ms. Curie heads a tiny list
Revealing gifts of femininity
A list so small that often it is missed.
Search if you will into infinity.
So ladies all, you should be grateful then,
That we are blessed with many toxic men.
I wish I were a tall tree.
Then I could convey all I see
To the folk down below
As they would not know
Cos they are not as high up as me
½ cup sass
1 tbsp eye roll
2 cups suprirotive
1 cup white privilege
½ tsp rudeness
1 brand new car, softened
5 oz brand name clothing
A dash of allof, to taste
Add all ingredients together, while whisking in misinformed news media. Mix thoroughly for pretentious.
Ignoble though our dawn of days,
yet intoned is worthy praise
of legion minds whose reasoned grasp
has ever roared at starry heaven’s
distant vault—Omniscience’
mighty pillars to confound.
Yet I hesitate and wonder,
if we alone proud mantle don
to reason and opine,
or whether listens now
on curved space’
strange and distant shore
an ancient, brooding mind
who jots it all on pages
of a tiny book it is
writing about us.
Seventh place in the Let's Get Technical Contest
In this world no such thing like hate
It’s a turn about form of love
A dejection of the desire
To have what the hated person has
Perhaps all would have been glad
If there was no fate
But somehow something depends
Not on you but on other people
And you do not control them
You just need to pray
To change their mind
In favour of you
Somehow I need to believe in my destiny
Why you are not born in a wonder home
And I am in our family
Perhaps we would be glad to know that
The rest is in our hand
Including our death
You may postpone it
By having a good wish and by doing good deeds
Or by the parents’ prayer and wish
Another entity
In this world does not have any entry
From which we frequently suffer
That is complex inferiority
Again I would have been glad
Alas! there is no such thing
It’s a truncated, shattered form of complex superiority
The desire to dominate
To ride on hegemony
Oops! The war mongers would have been glad
If there is something like that
But I am very sorry to say
It’s a perverted form of fear and phobia.
Insignificant,superiority
I' don't want you to not say
please don't not walk away
I unsurely don't know
I don't not love you
and it isn't unclear
we haven't found yesterday
why can't we lose our tomorrows
why didn't you not stay
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
this is what I am going to call a Hydromoron
P.S. did you notice that the subtitles in my "The Darkest Rain"
were their own poem portraying the life of man while
the haiku's portrayed life itself?
Go and inform me that I am abysmally wrong
A true pity that I lack your insight
But how do you know of me?
You've no idea who I am
Unable to relate to me
You don't deserve to
Act as if
You're so
Superior.
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