trigger warning Rape, sexual harassment
you were 6 when the boy in the desk behind you kept pulling your ponytail till he made you cry. It was okay though,it meant you had pretty hair.
You were 9 when the ball kicked at you by the boys in the field coloured your eye instead of the makeup you were not yet allowed to wear. It was okay though, they did that because you were so pretty you intimated them.
You were 12 when the filthy fingers of the boy next you on the bus marked your thighs blue. You didn't tell anyone though. You knew it was your fault really; that skirt was too seductive.
You were 16 when the man on the other side of the street had the brilliant idea of following you down the road, cornering you in that dark aisle and thrusting himself inside of you. Only to leave you there, a bloody half-naked carcass, repeating to yourself again and again that this was okay. This was okay because boys will be boys. Girls? Well, we just have to take it like a man.
Lord I've grown so weary since
my life got out of hand
These trials and tribulations are
just more than I can stand
How much longer must I wait
for the life I choose to live
And how long must I pay you back
for all the things I've did
Must I suffer through this life
just a victim of the game
Most times it seems I'll leave this world
with nothing but the pain
Although I struggle constantly
with demons I can't shake
I pray each night before I sleep
that tomorrow I will not wake
Lord I hope you hear my plea
and grant my final wish
Whatever life is after death
can't be as bad as this
I've done my best to face them all
and take it like a man
But now I've grown too weary since
my life got out of hand
Up, down
Keeping my stairs
Please hide my sad eyes now
Take it like a man would take it
Only I can decipher the reasons
how many times we fight you
as many times as you like too
rise, take it like a man under the face of fire
gunshots i like to run to - troops I love to run through
crazy as they come son
i love the adrenaline rush when i brush with death
I'd love just to touch her
Every since I seen her face its been downhill
struggles never sound good
But there's some things in this life we must fight for
friends frozen in time only remembered amongst the dying
Remember what they died for
remember, remember, why they died
remember, remember, why they died
freedom isn't that what we fought for
it's delightful, insightful, may i remind you
In my hand is a sword
How many Soldiers can we count for
As many as you can count son
You say it's not fair
but why are you
in this moment
in this space
now?
Choices you make
is all it is
circumstance you say
and a higher power
the devil made you do it
the decision was yours
suck it up
take it like a man
or a woman
are you here now
in leadership for
the wrong reason ?
burnt out you say
short vision
and blinkers on
is the trouble
more often than not
these days
stuck in a rut?
Burn
and they were all gathered around the cross
dancing and singing yahoo the witch is dead
O I know some recognized the loss
and sometimes I wonder
how long it's gonna be until it's my turn
and will I be strong enough to take it like a man
when it's my turn
to burn
(This is a fictional poem)
You used my credit cards to buy stereos, 4 wheelers, motorcycles and even a car.
I owe a ton of money because of your sorry ###, this time you've gone too far.
I told you that you could use one of my cards in an emergency but you maxed
them all out on the internet.
When I made you eat horse manure and crammed a bird's nest up your ###, it
was something you began to regret.
The buzzard saw her nest sticking out of your ### and she landed on your head.
I thought you'd take it like a man but you cried like a little girl instead.
That buzzard pecked out your eyes and #### in your hair.
I video taped it and showed it to your fiance who wasn't there.
When she saw it, she dumped you on the same day the two of you were going to
get hitched.
I learned that the stuff you bought couldn't go back because you gave it away and
I called you a son of a #####.
Your mama got mad because she heard me call you an S.O.B.
She grabbed me by the throat and beat the crap out of me.
When I pay those credit card bills and my hospital bill, I'll be a very poor man.
As soon as I get out of this hospital, I'm going to get as far away from you two as I
can.
Show down.
Eye to eye,
Tears sweat from it's cheek.
Little bit of a shake in the bodily wise.
"You can't do this to me! Speak in that tone of voice!"
"Look around. They'll think you're insane!"
"Get back in line!"
Cirlcing my lens sight about,
Seeing the expression of anguish hysteria in the norm,
The air is now poisoned with agony emotions.
Who can escape?
High noon like never seen before.
"Don't come any closer!"
"Do you know who I am? 21 St. Century."
"You live in me."
"Play by the rules, be quiet, and take it like a man!"
Smiling infinity within me.
"No! Do not walk away like that!"
"You need me!"
Turn with final words of free,
"Who needs who?"
"Time. A lonely place without man. Better thank the One who keeps you in His
Hands."
"As for me. Better things to do. Live on Earth in her humbleness."
"By the way, shut off the light before you leave. Too late! The roundabout living are
your witnesses that it was done long ago."
(Thank you Jill Martin for your comments on "Blank Screen". Your comments
fired me up to write this one.)
Things should never have gotten this far
so fu@ked up, so washed up
laid out on some dirty bar
Head kicked in
from whiskey and gin
but then again who hasn't been
fu@ked up, stabbed in the back by some closest friend
Take one down, sing so loud
choke it down, fight so proud
but in the end only the fu@ckers win in this game
no amount of drinks will ever erase that shame
oh what a shame
what a shame
Things should have gone better in the end
but then again when has it ever been
fair or right at the end of the night
guess it lasts forever in an endless fight
But along the way
to my dismay
all that ever helps it go away
is a swig and a chug and full-out binge
pass some more and i'll pass out loud
i'll crash so damn hard, i'll take it like a man
drink so much until it's impossible to stand
but i'm sure i'll fall and when i do
i'll hit so hard that i'll forget about you
and everything will be just so fu@king fine.
You'd better wipe the tears from your eyes.
You know that makes you seem weak.
Put down don't you call her and tell her
just how much she means.
Don't confess that you stair at her photos
and read her letters before you go to sleep.
Or the you pretend that you kiss her good-night
and she's still the girl of your dreams.
"Take it like a man.
Don't let your feelings show.
Listen to your friends.
Just let that girl go.
Although there's only
excrushiating pain,
suck it up
and take it like a man."
When she walks right on by,
show no emotion at all.
Dn't let on how it's killing you
to see her moving on.
And when you see tat radient smile
that you know you used to bring,
don't jump and say you're sorry.
Just act like she don't mean a thing.
"Choris"
And when you're lying all alone in your bed
wishing she was there right next to you.
Don't start feeling sorry for yourself
because it was you who chose to...
"CHORIS"
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