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women-fashion-silhouettes_855051511_largeSociety says I should be a certain way,

A certain type in order to stay,

How I am and not to change,

As this attitude is all the rage,

Looking around a media obsessed,

Society that is totally fixed on being the best,

This technology is it meant to make us feel blessed,

As we put our bodies under more stress,

Polite old school manners scrapped as modern slang expressions take order,

No wonder most of us claim to have a disorder,

If society doesn’t accept me as yesterday,

Today nor tomorrow so my soul just weeps and has no hooray.


This poem will feature in my upcoming poetry book ‘My World’

The one laying there in a rocked out state,
Do not you know listening to that crap will only lead to your own hell,
As least I do not lead by a misguided judgmental fate,
Booze and drugs your only loyal addiction,
At least my mind can forget and tame,
You are embarrassing old age shame.

Just skate to this fucked up wait,
Use a bewitching spell upon this nation,
People throw their best disses but still fail to integrate,
Rocking out to our fucked up creation,
Don’t you know your patronizing attitude is lame,
Making out the odd ones are to blame.

In your high heels,
Strutting around like a deluded easy slut,
Looking for your next abusing whore thrill,
Adding to your abortion rate, as the surgeon goes in for another cut,
Don’t you know sexy underwear only makes you ending up being killed,
No morals or standards to say, that you are skilled.

Making us feel demoralized as you lecture us over our sins,
Yet how you treat others says you are a liar,
Acting like the high almighty are the only ones that win,
Bestow upon us like a fire vampire,
At least I take me as me,
Not what people think I ought to be.

The fucker who is corrupting this world with your imagery and written hand,
Its due to you I don’t hold me head high,
As you walk and raise your hand like you own the land,
You just leave me thinking…only to sigh,
Your fake intellectual frown a disguise,
As your personal opinions no longer accepted and wise.

The forgotten quiet one,
Not being the performer,
Hiding shamefully alone,
In the corner,
You are probably the only one,
Who is innocent to not let the world make their beauty gone.

The ones that make this world so cruel,
Mean and filled with hatred,
Constantly needing fuel,
For its stereotypical nature to spill,
Making people want to surrender at their own will,
Categorizing making your perfect model,
Another lays dead and still.