How To Not Be Hated By Society: A Foolproof Guide by RoseScarlet, literature
Literature
How To Not Be Hated By Society: A Foolproof Guide
1. Don't be anything but white.
When you're black, people will hate you,
because you look ghetto, and uneducated.
But when you're white, people will hate you,
because you look racist, and stuck up, and unapproachable.
And when you're anything in between, people will hate you,
because you're different, but not different enough, and there's no one to stand up for you.
So actually, don't have skin.
2. Let other people decide who you spend the rest of your life with.
When you're gay, people will hate you,
because it's unnatural. You should have control over your mindset, and so should total strangers.
When you're transg
He wakes up
and notices nothing unusual.
He wanders downstairs in skimpy pjs, switches on the radio
The breakfast show, a witty host and her regulation male sidekick-
the butt of the jokes.
The news is going, that abducted boy found dead, sexually abused, throttled
A woman helping with inquiries
inevitable really.
Bored of the chatter he turns it off
Eats his cereal before the telly, a music channel
Women in baggy jeans singing about how nice men look
in clubs, dancing topless around holes.
He unconsciously scrutinises the semi-clad men that surround her
Winding their perfect bodies in sync to the beat, hip rolling
Looks down
You're anorexic if you're thin
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
You're not?
Then you must be perfect.
My opportunity to TELL YOU OFF by enyo-soldaat, literature
Literature
My opportunity to TELL YOU OFF
You think
(Because i dress in black)
That i am violent
and angry.
What you dont see
is that im gentle enough
To hold a newborn child in my arms
And feel my heart race.
You think
(Because I reject everyone)
that I'm playing "Hard to get".
What you dont understand
Is that I reject people
To protect not only myself
But everyone around me.
You think
(because I refused to try)
that I am a quitter.
What you dont hear
Is me alone, singing,
Because no one can hear me
And thats the way things
Should stay.
You think
(because I'm a white girl)
That i dont know
What its like in the city.
What you've never lived
Is my pa
Monday:
I am victory rolls & bandanas, tattoos on display
an American Spirit pressed between lips on
the mouth of a sailor painted
the brightest shade of red I could find.
Tuesday:
I am sorority letters, skinny jeans & flip flops,
a Vera Bradley bag with adorned with a large K∆
incase the letters on my shirt weren't enough
to show people I belong somewhere.
Wednesday:
I am messy curls, vintage jewelry & a thrift store dress,
accompanied by saddle shoes
that look vintage but really cost
$18 at the Urban Outfitters downtown
Thursday:
I am a Blackhawks jersey, hot wings & PBR
goal sirens followed by "Chelsea Dagger" sing-
I was born innocent and sweet
I was born lovely and meek
I grew up shy and quiet
I grew up stupid and silent
Now I am different
Oh how I changed so much
I am outgoing and aggressive
I am lazy and artistic
My imagination was small and as big as the others
Today it is soaring farther than my father's
I was voted tallest in my class
And now I am known to be shorter than the mass
I drew horribly back then
Now I am pro with the pen
I forgot so many things
And I remember even less
My mind is always changing
It is never at rest
I lost track of my identity
Too long ago
My words are sometimes untruthful
My actions are occasionally
I look in that mirror
A stranger looks back
She looks shocked
She's just a body
She's just a cage
A vessel for this soul
Something to carry me
Force me through life
The world isn't big on choice
I look at her again
She's angrier now
"Screw you" I whisper
This mirror won't tell me who I am
Only what the world can see
Only a physical identity
Addictions Drive You Mad by Insaneymaney, literature
Literature
Addictions Drive You Mad
We all have our addictions
And they eat us up inside
You say you'll try it once
But that's a fucking lie
You get used to self-destruction
Anything to take away the pain
Disregard that it's obstruction
It's your ball and you're the chain
"I need smoking to survive"
Says the man with lung cancer
"Alcohol gives me that drive"
Says the other who wants answers
"Cutting soothes"
Says the patient in a hospital bed
"But what am I trying to prove?"
Says the man who held a gun to his head