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’d rather not rhyme
perhaps you’ve noticed
i mean, it happens sometimes
but it's something I’m not focused on.
in my opinion
rhyme is corrosive,
distracting, unattractive
and absolutely the grossest
Sure, Shakespeare may have rhymed
but are we sure he wasn’t AI?
I wasn’t at the globe
I wasn’t with him at home.
Were his royal plots fake news?
Maybe his ladies weren’t all shrews,
- did Trinculo actually lick a shoe?
I don’t know, but let’s not crown rhyme
in all our designs, as desirable all the time.
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A song for this:
IDGAF by Dua Lipa [E]
Change My Mind by The Motels
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[E] = Explicit lyrics
The is nothing more interesting, than nature
From carefully studying all the animals
That call it a home
Mainly being from the tiniest animals, to the largest
From the predators that feed on the meek
As they spill blood all day long,
Just to feed their offspring’s
While filling up their stomachs
From the Herbivores,
That mainly graze on the brown grass
Which is signaling end of the Summer season
And awaiting the beginning of the Winter season
Funny,
How the plant’s leaf color’s, will change
From the attractive green color
To the unattractive brown color
Meaning the leafs would be dry
You squash a leaf using one hand
Then blow Carbon Dioxide directly into your hand
With the hand wide open
It release the squashed leaf
Into the cold and harsh air
Within an instant
The squashed leaf will fly in the direction
The Carbon Dioxide blows towards
With only just that!
We can therefore say,
There is nothing much more interesting
Than nature
I’m seventeen.
I have not smoked.
I attend my classes regularly.
I still haven’t gotten my permit.
I’m unattainable, and slightly unattractive.
The smoky fumes of the cigarette surround the air;
not from my mouth, but rather my mother’s.
She looks stressed as she puffs in and out the concentrated smoke.
Her forehead frowns beneath a soft smile.
I have not lived her life.
She has not lived mine.
I feel her frustrations now
and worries.
My lips now touch the same burning cigarette.
I find in today's world,
books and readers are missing.
Where have the readers gone?
Why are books so unattractive?
Could it be the style of writing or even their covers?
Years ago many would share their books with friends,
telling them the book was a must read.
Does the book hold the reader,
or does the reader hold the book?
The style of book needs to entice the reader to read,
starting with a catchy and colorful cover.
Yes, the beauty of any book,
is in the reader's eye to behold and enjoy reading.
First time around, I slowly locked
him out and threw away the keys.
Memories of him fell like Autumn leaves.
In reality, he was a father that I thought
I really knew. But in reality, he was also
a father I never really knew.
It was when I was shown a different view
that he became someone entirely new. After
years, and not a few. After years of dismissal
and irrelevancy; years I found nothing in him
of use to me. Long after his demise, he had
become someone unattractive both in my
mind and deep inside.
Things changed when a younger sister revealed
to me a father who made me feel good inside.
He became a father who was no longer a thorn in
my side. In a very real sense, my life became a dance
when I gave my father another look, a second chance.
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Those are the colours.
Which binds together, and then
A beautiful background is formed.
Which mesmerizes people.
Which blends together
And forms an
Amazing shade
Which is then visible to us.
Whatever the shade is
It has never made itself unattractive.
And we still have a fondness for it.
Because it's a piece of art.
Humans are also kind of shades.
Who are unique in their own way.
Beautiful, kind, and lovely
And fascinating for other people.
We humans are pieces of art too.
Everyone has different talents.
Everyone are unique and contrast
And we are the future of all.
It’s a year full of possibilities, though they may come in unattractive baskets.
It’s a year of goodness, clothed in simplicity.
It’s a year of milk and honey, wrapped in uneven layers.
It’s a year of wonders that appear like shadows.
It’s a year of abundance, overflowing from earthen pots.
It’s a year of sunshine emerging from the darkness.
January 2, 2024.
She always thought she was a cut above others
The most beautiful, the richest , the best
A self confidence unbearably arrogant and explosive
When with her, peoples patience were put to the test
Outer beauty, plastic enhancements, riches is all that mattered
She was insincere, rude and vain
Never gave or did for another
In her eyes other women were unattractive and plain
Committed to a lunch work meeting
At a restaurant by the sea
It was a beautiful sunny day
Being with work plebs is not where she wanted to be
Glammed up to the eyeballs
She reluctantly arrived
Disgusted at having to be even near the plebs
She went to have a cigarette outside
She could see the plebs through the window
Looking at them down her perfect nose
Hoping to be rid of these deadbeats soon
In their embarrassing low budget clothes
Her negative ,superior body language was obvious
As she stood outside full of false pride
When several seagulls flew above her and let rip
Raucous laughter heard from the plebs inside
Now he wants her back...
The same cad who called her
"Unattractive" and "overweight"
a moon or two ago,
and demanded
she shed a dozen or more pounds,
or else.
Before she could
do away with just one,
he coldly discarded her
like trash for a sexier lady.
Now he wants her back...
An ugly duckling then,
she has beautifully blossomed into
a sultry, glamorous woman now.
Guess who's back?
Yes, the same cad,
bothering her for the second chance
he never gave her;
the lady he left her for
has since moved on
to a better man.
Now he wants her back...
Ha! Too little, too late.
The words pierced through my heart
Shattering every hope I held for her.
Those shared dreams; the house on the hill
Love, that's her name, the cutest girl ever.
Those words linger, echoing relentlessly
"You're just too unattractive to me now!"
How I wish she'd just left
Without uttering a word.
What an end!
When wonder of my worth erupts
and threatens everything I know
Volcanoes of emotion rush
imparting such a mighty blow
Oh why, to be so insecure
to feel unwanted and alone
Assuming, surely it’s my fault
When no one’s calling on the phone
It must be me, not smart enough
no college gave me a degree
Perhaps, it’s just now I’m too old
There's nothing left for them to see
So unattractive I must be
Perhaps, I sing the same old song
I try too hard to fit the mold
to finally feel that I belong
I’ve wasted oh, so many tears
of my existence on this earth
To try to know just how it feels
to never wonder of my worth
Today’s blessing goes out to anyone
who has ever been made to feel
they are different….
ugly,
unattractive or bizarre.
May you be blessed to remember:
beauty is in the eye of the beholder…
so look in the mirror and BEHOLD
just how beautiful you are.
A tiny home improvement
Can instill a sense of pride
For your efforts are apparent
And results can’t be denied.
Taking charge and getting started
Are the hardest things to do,
But if things go as you’ve planned them,
All the credit goes to you.
So today I finally tackled
Unattractive kitchen shelves,
Adding bright new contact paper
Meant for folks to do themselves.
Every item got a cleaning
And a bunch of things got tossed
And the finished project’s worthy
Of the hours that it cost.
Just a minor home improvement
Yet I gave myself a gift
With some freshly covered shelving
And a lovely spirit lift.
Knumbed by her beauty
I stood in the fast beleif
she'd refuse my suggestion
of suppering in evening
she stood proud and
assured that I would
beg her whilst her friends
observed to sneer and smerk
I stood unattractive to either
but her gentle kindness
allowed me her person
when evening speaks
to the dawn
might the entanglements of
lovers speak to the night
might the crooning of songsters
croon
to make atmosphere for evening
her trusting me allowed me
to be me
unassured and stumbling
then welcomed by her kisses
our feats en lovemaking she
holds me
and makes me
her person
she makes me her lover
might the evening
speak to dawn
none shall know of our
nights together.
Admiration by morning
Inamorate from the night
than she spoke me
to be
to marry
to
marry.
We flew to Hawaii
I met her their
we shared a marvolos time
when we returned home
we married
a preachers stammering
tougne
spoke usas husband and wife.
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