There is no
real need
for people
to be mean
to innocent
people they
do not even
know and
a line must
be drawn
when many
people we
care for
are being
targeted
just for being
Black or Brown
while they are
out and about
and it always
makes me frown
at the
computer screen
and that vibe
gets me down
which is why
I choose to
detach mentally
from it all
and log out
so that I don't
feel spiritually
drained for
these petty
online conflicts
are not even ever
worth the clout.
There's incels in my (in)box...
They're trying to get too me.
Old private ones and AI made,
Things no one else should see.
Not even there nor did consent...
Report, delete and cycle more.
Man made and generated,
Sociopaths, that's for sure.
I understand rejection,
Assault does cross many a line.
A woman who is trying,
Targeted multiple times.
There's incels in my in (box...)
They're trying to get too me.
It worked out for a moment,
They will not have victory.
Children are just innocent souls
Just trying to live long enough
To grow up, they love to ride their
Bikes, play video games, and sports
So, why are they being targeted
By dark forces, why would any
Human being want to hurt a child
In a sexual way, this is a child
Not an adult to be traffic in any way
This child's life and future is being
Destroyed for lust and profit of another
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Targeting specific behaviors diets are targeted to certain types and admissions. A larger person is asked to reduce portion size and calorie intake.Expending energy: The scientific term for using the food you eat as fuel.Exerting physical effort: Best for describing workouts or high-intensity tasks.
Increasing physical activity. While a thinner person may be asked to evoked a calorie surplus meaning use less energy to maintain weight or gain healthier weight like in muscle gain.Body recomposition, meaning losing fat and gaining muscle. Balance your macros with nutrient-dense carbs for workout energy and healthy fats for hormone regulation
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I have always had my own voice
but my peers chose not to listen
Instead they negged and bullied
or overlooked to support others
But now that my voice is freed
they all scramble to give credit
Or praise that I did not ask for
even though it's long overdue
It feels bitter and purely untrue
which is why their new compliments
do not mean anything at all to me
These people are all just echoes
seeking my attention in the void
but I don't hate any of them at all
I just view them as mere shades
appearing on an empty, dimmed screen
Holding their hands out to reach me
but I refuse to listen to them now
It's my turn to tune out their speech
in favor of the peaceful silence
That my arts and crafts have given me.
Note: I wasn't comfortable mentioning it at the time and I probably should have, but this is a poem about the incels who are fake-nice. It was inspired by my short time in an online video game community where myself and other women gamers were targeted. It was an awful experience none of us deserved to go through. I kinda socially withdrew for a bit after that happened, honestly.
Something as simple as walking Black in America can be a risk, especially for Black males. They are sometimes labeled as suspicious, not all the time, that’s why I said “sometimes.”
They can be harassed, singled out, targeted, stopped, questioned or even arrested just for being Black.
Suspicious can be considered as, walking Black, the type of clothes you’re wearing, your hairstyle, for walking in “their” neighborhood. I don’t know a single person who owns a “neighborhood,” but whatever. It can be if you’re walking in a group, walking by yourself, if you’re walking with your hands in your pockets, the time of day, the time of night, walking too fast, walking too slow, or even to meet a quota.
So keep in mind, while walking Black in America, you may be considered a “high risk,” and it’s a possibility you “might” get stopped, so I ask that you please be compliant.
Be safe, be careful, be vigilant, be blessed, be aware, but do not afraid.
And last but not least, Be Proud!
You have a right to walk, so walk with your head held High. Walk with Boldness, Walk with Confidence and Walk with Integrity, but do not walk in fear.
Blind Justice of Quotas
The gavel falls by decimal,
The judgement by percent.
The individual decreased to small,
A fraction of intent.
The scales she holds no longer weigh
The implication of the crime; They total up
The data-set to clear the queue of time.
Injudicious eyes are bound
To grids of black and white
Where no extenuating ground can alter
Wrong to right.
We trade the law for calculators, Truth for
targeted numbers.
Escaping fair adjudicators for anything that
computes.
She stands in stone, a blind sum capture to
A pie-chart, crown- a goddess turned outdated,
While column weigh her down.
A ledger filled, a ratio net, The target achieved
And clear;
While justice weeps inside the trap of a
Mathematical World.
Deep within the city park
stood Barnaby, a highly
grumpy, semi- sentient apple
tree.
He absolutely despised
when children approached
with fawning, goofy faces to
steal his fruit.
Whenever kids giggled and
reached up, Barnaby would
furiously shake his wooden
branches.
THWACK! A barrage of ripe,
juicy red apples went flying
like heat- seeking missiles.
He pelted the screaming kids
right on their bottoms, chuckling
a low, creaky laugh.
The children thought it was a
hilarious game and ran through
the park intentionally.
They made ridiculous,
exaggerated kissy- faces just
to trigger the tree's flying fruit
defense.
Barnaby snorted woodchips,
launching a rapid- fire green
Granny Smith straight at a
nose.
The park echoed with loud,
joyful snorts as apples
bounced harmlessly off
targeted bellies.
The grumpy tree finally
smiled, realizing his thrown
treats made everyone incredibly
happy.
What to know
resumed control
to block
transit
effect.
gunboats
targeted
talking
shuttered the
close up
blackmail
is under control.
the only real winners in conflicts ~ are the arms manufacturers
*
bombing campaigns don't ensure victory ~ people's resolve is stronger
*
wars are expensive for everyone involved ~ peace costs you nothing
*
why are schools and hospitals always targeted ~ they cannot fight back
*
Just because others do not share your views ~ doesn't mean that they are wrong
*
history remembers the warmongers ~ but why not the peacemakers
*
talks about ceasfires and peace are futile ~ without trust and compromise
*
lennon and plastic ono band sang give peace a chance ~ so why don't we
*
why do all the despots in the world ~ have weapons of mass destruction
*
skeletal buildings a dreary landscape ~ once thriving communities
Written 14th April 2026
Another Mass Shooting
What's wrong with this country
Put your arms around the cities
Another horrific shooting
Another historical tragedy
Guns and bullets to destroy our lives
Innocent children have to see this
Our hearts goes out to the victims
Another church shooting targeted
With no morals
No fear of judgment
More bullets flying
The world is burning
Another unraveled town
Someone has to pick up the pieces
Violence will never end
More flowers placed on the graves
Look up to the Cross
There’s no reason for this
Leave all of this behind
Another motive unwind
No one deserves this
Stand united with open arms
Minneapolis Minnesota
I silent them all, in sweet confusion...
Without any form of agitation
That could promote tough sensitive violence,
Cum the targeted aim via annoyance.
I brief them all into falling failure,
That keeps degrading their young minds pleasure,
Without possible mastery of goodwill,
Cum troubling care dreaming to stand there, still.
I cut them all off in near distance hot form,
That seems weak to get back on... or transform
Another chance to hook up lovely plan
Without letting go ease, till peace be ban.
I keep up with writing to make hints; fresh...
Cum wandering war receding to refresh.
I lost my fairest thing
That's my own fault,
I never stop myself
It's a lost battle,
I never forgive myself
For this lose,
My breath go slow
Eyes still at one point,
Imagination stop
Realization on top,
Feel like a stone beat
In the place of heart,
As a corpse remain
Body cann't feel,
Melancholy spread
Nothing remain to live,
But still go ahead
Don't want other's bad,
Yet,curse fall on me
Give other's bless,
Yet, thanks to God
To give sweet dreams.
Nothing replace that
Even emerald not,
Whole the world
Short than it,
Always it still
Like the star Dhruv,
Deciever fate
That I get,
Never leave me
Really I 'm so bad
I think no,
Why I get
Targeted for it?
Tell what is
Going on.
Never dream
Never complain remain,
That I lost
My everlasting Hope.
But still I believe on
You my Lord!
That you judge me
Very well,very soon.
Freedom, a stolen patent by the white man
Seen as a capitalistic venture,
Marketed towards those deemed ‘inferior’
Not seen as a right, but as a luxury
Tied with the ribbon of controlled hierarchy -
To keep black in a constant state of survival,
And the white in a state of insecure power -
Externally polished, but internally cracking
A systemic imbalance weakened by unease
Freedom a currency owned by the corrupt
Used to dictate societal roles -
A way to systemise racial control
A way to protect the weapon of inequality
Reducing the oppressed to desperation -
Of basic human rights
A sadistic trait of the oppressor -
Watching the loss of our dignity in order for our humanity
A history of embarrassment, forced onto our ancestors
All to distract from their inner battles of inferiority
A secret they won’t tell, they’ll decree it as impossible
Despite a history of targeted discrimination
Despite a lifetime of oppression
All because black people are everything, they will never be
There is no honor among thieves
They were in and out a crime spree
Despite the frost white winter breeze
Screams were lost by autumn’s leaves
There were valuables taken indeed
Likely sold the gold across the sea
And the art was a smart centerpiece
Repainted by dark bloody crime-scene
Was it a targeted or a random thing
Corpses keep secretes horrible dreams
Who did it why how did this come to be
Will the fingerprints tell us anything
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