Manipulation
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Black people we have to do better
Things would be better if we came together
We are more powerful as one than separated
Generational oppression
Generational curses
It Seems That MISINFORMATION’s Emanating From Stations...
From Food To Education To This Corona Situation... !!!
It Seems They’ve Been Relating A LOT of FALSE Statements... ?
Now I Be Putting In Work When It Comes To My Verse...
But UNLIKE THE CRIPS... My Bullets Are WORDS... !!!
So Require NO HEARSE... !!!
Because They’re Well Observed To Leave A Fool SERVED... !!!
The CROWDS... WOW The CROWDS... !!!
So QUICKLY After A GLOBAL LOCKDOWN... ?!?
Because of A Virus That SHUT The World Down...
But Instead of Silence...
We’ve Had Crowds Running Round...
So Could The Dons’ Downfall...
Be A Part of...
Like Reggie DONE SAY... It's Time For Some ACTION... !!!
The Use of Wordplay To Stand AGAINST Factions...
Political And Criminal By Use of Verse That's CRITICAL...
When you turn up the loving it heals the broken parts of me.
You create a love so strong it takes my sight, it’s blinding.
Feels so damn good, there has to be something special about me.
Revolving door, I guess I’ve come back for more of course.
Spirit numb and heart can’t take much more.
Only takes a smallest of gestures to have me banging on your door.
Begging, pleading for just a little more.
There is a sickness within Us, that gained control of Us. Took the lives of the best of Us, introducing Us to the worse in Us, destroying the trust we had between Us.
From Schools To Bedrooms To Business Boardrooms...
As Well As These People In Government Crews...
MANIPULATION... Is A Thing That Is USED...
To... Maintain Control of Submissive Folks... !!!!
It Seems That MANY Are Living With... “Limited Vision”... !!!
Cos’ They’ve Fallen Victim To Being Those Willing...
Ya Know ... We CAN'T ALL BE ...
... Artistically Free ... !!!
It’s A FALLACY To Truly Believe ...
That Artistry... Truly Deals In FREE Speech ...
Heart Breaking
Tear Inducing
My world stopped when you left
Sleepless Nights
Numb Feelings
I couldn’t pick myself back up
I wanted to forget
I wanted to stop existing
All together
Wounds open for you
Blood is shed
Tears escape my eyes
You don't care
You just don't
You gave up
I haven't
One hour.
Maybe it was less than that,
But it was only that one time,
It took you to ruin me.
I play through every word I said,
Remembering like a movie,
I can never unwatch.
You didn't want me
You wanted to be wanted
You wanted someone's world to revolve around yours
You wanted constant attention
And reassurance
And sympathy
You wanted me to make you feel better
by Ariel Douglas (2 June 2018)
I believed you
I trusted you
You broke me
You used me
You never loved me
You took my heart
How is our baby bear?
Is it healthy is it strong?
For you two I'll never cease to care
I don't care if chasing you is wrong
You are worth the world
I wrote the poem to my ex
My heart is pounding. My head is racing with every single outcome in my head as my phone sits in between my palms with a decision to make that wouldn’t be easy.
Statue
Pure and white
Immortal in her fright
Carved by a man
Defiled by one too
The horror of a woman
Is multiplied when considering
His manipulation
I used to say I didn’t like brown eyes.
They were too boring
or dirty
or lame.
I preferred green or blue --- anything
but dirt.
Your eyes intrigued me.
The color of your eyes,
you fooled me once,
charming and true,
every inch of my heart
was devoted to you.
your breath was like the wind
whistling over the pines.
your palms felt like home,
You wanted a seed, to bloom a flower of your own kind. Change it to your preference, to prod and pluck. Yet this flower began to wilt and wither into defiance. Disempowered, you gave up on it, no longer yours to handle.
Because I love you….
I will allow you into my heart,
I will share my secrets with you,
Because I know they are safe with you.
I will cry in front of you..
And with you..
I am not her
I do not have the effortless waves that fall below her shoulders
The works of art created that exceeds any previously set expectations
The good grades
Top athlete awards
Perfect social status
Mother,Did you ever see me as a child
and not a possession?
Or was I the duplicate picture of your second-hand negro barbie,
our souls are fickle things
they float about the world
lightless and heavy
with one mission in their heart
It was when you told me you loved me
that I really began to faulter
the words that came to my ears
from the mouth of my love
but instead
made my ears sting
Because I Love You, but not really,
I will slip my hands into your mind,
Your Heart,
Your Soul,
Your Body,
And I will slowly destroy everything that makes you,
You.
I love him.
I say in my head.
Over and over.
I love him.
Of course I love him.
Why wouldn't I love him?
There's no one better.
I'll never find anyone better.
I don't deserve any better.
Because of my love, I'll stay by your side
So it's only fair, that you'll stay by mine
Though they speak badly, only you truly know me
How could I repay the kindness you've shown me
No control,
No marks to hide,
No taking its toll,
No scars inside.
No blackmail,
No control,
No marks to hide,
No taking its toll,
No scars inside.
No blackmail,
Sometimes it hurts to breathe
Because the air around me falls away
As if a dagger digs into my heart like a sheathe
And with blue lips I pray
Over magnolias and lillies on the tender wreath
Empty puzzle pieces gaping wide,
Showing the world in which I cannot hide,
Shallow emotions flutter throughout my being,
Showing everything that possesses absolutely no meaning.
You have no love for me!
As the concept of admiration
Seeps through teeth of a mouth at grin.
Just as an angry shade of red
Would color spotted grief
Upon the face of the cruelly
Disfigured.
Hands or claws?
Fangs or teeth?
Fur or skin?
The broken dishes
The broken chair
The broken girl
The broken home
Shakingly removing the weight from her left hand
Realizing the danger
Take my hand.
We are only as good as the hands we're dealt.
I was there to lift you up.
When I met you I was young,
but you were younger.
I was a senior,
You were a freshmen.
Why does it hurt so much?
The words that fled your mouth
into my ears
still linger in my brain.
And the promises you made,
the hope you fed me
and the lies I gobbled up,
gullible child I am,
i never wanted to admit this to myself.
i never wanted it to be true.
i feigned ignorance,
hoping that maybe if i pretended
it wasn't happening,
it wouldn't happen.
but it did.
Oh America, I love to call you mine.
If I had the courage I would fight for this land.
I feel useless compared to those who give everything for this land.
For this land, I shall become the best person I can be.
I keep coming back to you
even after all the shit you've put me through
I try to stay away and guard myself
but I can't, and I won't
you're poisonous to my health
now things get worse
The knife in our backs
The memories revived
I see it all
When he plunged it in my soul.
How cruel was he,
Listening to me complain
As the soul I was allegiant to
Like a ballet dance on blades,Your mind is a fickle thing. Relevé, going fully en pointeOn razorblades,Slice your sole to sorry shreds--So very fucking sorry.
Baby, please, sunshine--darling;Gimme more of that light, little bit ofEnthusiastic beaming, sunrays I tore from your shy smile.I love making you think it was your idea.
Limp limbs pulled taut,
Head high, gaze empty.
Strings pull lips into grimaces
Everyone sees through and believes.
The day begins.
Clumsy stumbling through daily routines,
"You Motherfucker"
She said as she let the darkness within her
That she suppressed and kept hidden for
so long, awaken.
Rendering him powerless
with every word she spoke.
Light of my life,
Light in the dark,
I wish that were true.
You would never let me look up,
But now I have
There was a man who ventured off
to pillage and to rape
Gluttons had consumed their home
though
they left not to escape
Greeted on the shore by people he called lovely
My mind mulls over the past and asks
what counts? What crossed the line?
The car ride to the movies?
No
Doesn't mean
Try to change my mind
Or try again.
It doesn't mean
Repharase the question,
Or
Tell me come on.
It doesn't mean pressure me
By saying it's been a month
there is a version of you
that makes me feel the best i have ever felt
the version that is hardly ever seen
instead the many sides of you that frequent the surface make me
feel
I don't appreciate
when you approach me
just to tell me that I'm so blessed
with such a sexy body.
And you have no right
to be offended when
I don't kiss the ground you walk on
Hey,
This is a poem about the media and advertising, and how it has an impact on us.
Enjoy! Feedback welcome.
Cheers,
David
We live in a nation that's afraid of change
Religious nuts in our faces, acting deranged
They preach and force
Attempt to convert others on their course
Family.
Such a frail fragile thing
It is a living ecosystem of aunts and uncles
Mothers and Sons, daughters and their fathers.
What becomes of this intricate unit when it is disturbed?
You hooked her heart up to strings
Told her you'd give everything
You'd cover her scars with a ring
Your little puppet gave everything
You pushed and pulled on the ropes
She bent and bent 'til she broke
Screw you!
Your superiority,
Your self-righteousness,
Your personality.
Screw you!
Your attitude,
Your martyrism,
Your hate.
I'm done trying.
To please,
To serve,
and you sat complacently
back arched, head tilted
i slinked behind you, grazed you with my fingers
i could see the trichomes on the nape of your neck stand up in uniform silence; electrocuted soldiers
This girl once had a purpose.She strived to be the best.She left it back behind her on the Golden Gate bridge.
Pain.It strikes quicklyalmost unnoticedalmost unfelt.It settles in stages-A fear, a sadness,you shiver, you shakeyou feel the heart quakecrumblethe feeling sinks in
I take my seat in my usual chair.
Hey, it’s good to see you!
You too.
How have you been?
Silence.
Tick…tock…tick…tock…
I pick at what’s left of my nails.
Okay
Just okay?
Yeah.
You Turn me into something that never existed,
Your personal shape-shifter has no control.
I've never realized how much I've been committed,
To your necessities that seem to be your inevitable goal.
Clockwork heart.
Wind it up
and off it goes.
Don't get too close,
or it might explode.
Dormant, it lies,
therefore unscathed.
It one was new,
pure, whole, expectant.
In a field full of dandelions, you grab me and say "love me or love me not",
you throw a long stemmed flower at me and questionably ask "lets see!?".
As I pick through the petals and I jokingly shout "love you not!!",
The misconceptive claim
That all men are the same
Hurts males as a whole
Because of the toll
These women take
From a manipulator’s mistake
You know the intentional act
To screw a girl over
I walk down the sidewalk, the trailway, the road.
My feet move beneath me with no thought of where they are going.
Desperately wanting for guidance but hating the strings attached,
I wander aimless, unmoving.
The man controls the puppet,
The second it is finally made-
And goes on to make the rest
To fulfill a romantic charade.
I tried loving you, you tried feeling me
I tried reaching out, you tried pulling in
I tried to make it work; you had to break it first
I tried to be free, you tried to chain me
I tried to fly, you took my sky
This shadow covers me
It's so dark
They walk about
I can't give up
I'm deep in pain
Screaming for help
They are looking
They don't care
I am an animal
I AM their joy
But I need help
