only the one percent will have it—
digits on screens,
coinless gold,
cleaner than blood,
colder than God.
you kept printing your paper,
tossing it like confetti
at a funeral,
your wages wrapped in lies,
your hopes barcoded,
your future encrypted.
you can't eat a dollar bill
and you sure as hell
can't chew a blockchain—
but they’ll tell you to smile
and have more kids
for the labor farms.
keep breeding, they said,
the system needs cogs.
you gave them your teeth
your time
your trembling nights—
and when it all crashes,
you’ll hold your children like currency
and they’ll be worth less
than the lint in your pocket
when no one’s buying
anything but bullets,
and the rich are buying planets.
how is this in your best interest?
you had more than ample warning
and still lit the match.
We feel stepped on,
We feel left out,
We feel not loved,
We feel alienated,
We feel insulted,
We feel hurt,
We feel betrayed,
We feel hated,
We feel alone,
We feel slandered,
We feel distant,
We feel left out,
And all those feelings
Make us feel worthless.
I think I’ll stomp on you
Crush you, you worthless weed
Fools include you in a bouquet
Recipients look the other way
Oh, drat, my trouser cuff is yellow
The launderess will bellow
Greasy stains take time to fade
~ Reputations rarely remade
Why do I cast away this mind that constantly reminds me I'm worthless.
No charm, no clever catch phrases- I'm left feeling ill-equipped.
To face the pressure that I cannot measure.
Each reminder making me feel worthless.
I sometimes forget that every day comes with problems.
Yet every problem has a solution.
But it's my cross to bear.
But I just hating to have to sit and stare and ponder that I'm worthless.
But these solutions seem to much to care;
Perhaps I wasn't prepared for this heavy feeling.
I hold no ill will, but still, everyday reminds me I'm worthless.
Feeling dreary and drained, I've finally reached my limit.
It amazes me that I still exist but I guess ignorance is bliss.
But everytime I take aim at life I miss I guess I'm just worthless.
My only wish is to find a life worth living.
Worth breathing and fighting for.
A way to escape the judgement of others.
No matter who they are.
I feel the need to break free.
For this is no lie-everyday, I'm made to feel worthless.
{"What’s a daughter?
What is a daughter’s worth when a man has a son?
Absolutely nothing. That’s what it is.
I must admit that I grieve and envy to be anything like the son that is not a disappointment after all.
And your reminiscence of coldness spread throughout my gut and core. Whereas once they were kaleidoscopic until the shades leaked off.
And all left from it was hollowness and darkness with no granted exit or escapism.
Just like the downpour that couldn’t collapse.
The clouds dampened with unshed tears, I am the daughter that couldn’t ascend.
they should see me,
Every bit of leisure morality vacated within me, they should see me relinquish it right now.
They should see me lose, my sanity, until every last bit of it
vanished into thin air…"}
Not many people
Deserve your good energy
Not worth it at all.
“The worst is feeling worthless.” Quote: Donald Glover
I tip the scales.
Life curtails.
In luminous light
To suffer delight.
Yielding bend.
New age trend.
Wanting to break.
Now awake.
Softly spoken.
Appearing broken.
Never cherished.
Hopes perished.
Always alone.
Hearts of stone.
Meandering.
Never pandering.
Solace is mine.
Gives me a sign.
I wander on.
Comfort gone.
Feeling free.
Serendipity.
Born of the earth.
Little worth.
Mother of mine.
Minds entwine.
Often mistake.
For angels sake.
Wishes plummet.
Unreachable summit.
Never to be.
Don’t pity me.
All forlorn.
Vow is sworn.
Radical change.
Must rearrange.
Nights slip by.
Wondering why.
Wander to edges.
Witness alleges.
Of life’s torment.
Self can only repent.
Watching the clock.
Taking stock.
Time is tragic.
Feel the magic.
Wont commence.
Its all pretense.
Solitary one knows.
Let the door close.
Beat a different drum.
Let the doubters come.
Find my heart.
Don’t let teardrops start.
Bequeath to me.
All that’s free.
Guide me to bliss.
A lollypop kiss.
The forlorn sorrows.
Yesterday’s tomorrows.
Of this earth.
Absolutely no worth.
Blank for poetry
For the first time, I’m blank
No poetic rhythm
or vocabulary connoisseurship
Just plainly and utterly blank
I’m searching and scouring
Not finding the right words
Or any words at all
I’m just...blank
Maybe that’s what this does to you
This way of being deliberately broken
With such a piercing pain
it echoes through the shards of sobs
As I watch the shreds of ashes
Of all I’d based my short-lived life on
Stain the same palm of hands
That worked so hard to appease
Touching the ever so intricate part of me
Shattered
Weeping for the part that held
Every single thread of my dedication
Woven into the most validating piece of clothing
Warm and secure it embraced
Like a heated coat in the cruel winter
And I sat there, blank
Lips sealed with grief
For a self that made the psyche rest
And now I stand worthless and wordless
Blank.
Can you hear the ringing of warfare?
The scent of steal lingers in the air.
The weeping widow who can no longer abide her grief.
It steals the happiness she once had like a thief.
You question yourself if all this is truly fair.
To take fathers from their families and watch them fear.
Does the end of this fighting bring any relief?
Or will these lost lives drift endlessly just like a dead leaf?
Can you prevent the cry of a babe and his mother’s tear?
Or will you continue to fight with no intention to repair.
Worthless.
That's what I thought of myself.
The things that you did to me,
But I'm the one saying sorry.
The other day, mom asked me to press charges.
I said no.
Not for you.
Not for me.
You've had charges pressed before.
Your own sister.
The court did nothing.
She was 6 and you admitted to doing it for years.
I guess you had a type.
You assaulted my cousin, and you assaulted me.
When people ask if we're cousins, I have a knot in my throat.
Because yes, we're technically cousins but not after what you did to me.
What you did to us.
For years I've lived in denial.
The truth just recently broke out.
I have my first therapy session tomorrow.
I haven't gone for years, because if I meant nothing to you...
Why would I mean anything to anyone else too.
I have hated myself.
I have struck myself down for not speaking up earlier.
Because maybe if I did say something, you wouldn't have done what you did to me, to her.
Back in the day they had what was called Silver Certificates meaning you could go to any bank and get 1oz of silver for your dollar bill. 1 oz of silver today is worth $21.09 per ounce can you buy $21.09 worth of food today for one paper dollar? at $15.00 an hour you should be making $316.00 per hour, this isn't rocket science lol
I'm not that valuable
A person,
A friend,
A citizen,
A woman,
A daughter,
A sister.
No, I'm that valuable at all.
I'm aware what I am worth,
But I want to be shown
Just how much I mean to you.
I guess I may never know
Until the day I die,
But that just won't do…
She scrunched her nose when she laughed
now she lies still
the overwarm water
splattering her skin
causing no change to the blue
everything inside
screaming she was in there
as we punched the one voice that let
the words she's gone
wanting to wrap a towel around
and dry her alive
leave the shower running
i want to drown the world
cause the one thing worth it
has made it...
I need help she told me.
Okay, I agreed. What can I do?
Tell me I’m not totally worthless.
You are not totally worthless, I parroted.
You are not convincing, she told me. I need a better friend.
What are you doing right? I asked her.
Nothing.
What do you love to do?
Long silence. I don’t know….
Have you ever enjoyed your life?
Not really.
Surely there has been a time in your life when you had a great day.
She shakes her head ‘no’.
Maybe when you were younger?
Kids bullied me, she told me. I was hated by everyone.
Surely not everyone, I said.
She glared at me. Even my parents hated me.
I could not imagine this. Even when you were little?
They used to beat me, she said. They were horrible.
My life has been terrible.
But now you have a job, right?
She shook her head ‘no.’ I got fired yesterday.
But you have a great guy.
Another head shake. He left me for another person.
I could readily imagine it.
Maybe I’m just bad at this
but nobody wants to be the one
to burst my bubble
fearing they’ll hurt my feelings
though that’s never stopped anyone before
After all I’ve failed at almost everything
I’ve ever attempted for the last forty years
Perhaps I was pretentious to think that any thoughts
I might conceive relating to the world as I perceive it
would be of any interest to someone like you
or to people stuck like glue in front of screens
Poetry is passé today
obsolete as fax machines and landline phones
out of fashion like flannel shirts, shopping malls
and garden gnomes
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