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"Flip the pains to see how this feels to me"
Flip the pain to see how this feels to me…
Lost love:
Oh how it hurts, how it feels to
lose the one that make you feel like
a super human being but when
they are gone you feel nothing.
Inequality:
I knew someone who had a son that wanted to play a game.
It was of football that he enjoyed but he was denied that day.
He was not chosen because he was gay. How it is that
someone’s preferences makes you unliked because of a
physical or sexual type.
(Naz’e’s part)
Flip the pain to see how this feels to me…
Influence:
The sarcophagus leaks through angry corridors infecting the minds of impressionable young boys who desperately taunt and wither your dignity and stamp on those rose-wine views of your pure, miscomprehending character.
Judging Eyes:
You see her, as her father locks the door against her back, as she gets into a car with another replaceable, template man. You watch her drink and smoke and hitch up her skirt and dye her hair and swagger. But you don’t know the way: She welcomed me indubitably and made sure I was not alone on that first day.
(BitterBud’s part)
Flip the pain to see how this feels to me…
Abandonment:
I really resent the tone of what you say that there Isn’t or can’t be a way that the love and care for your child can’t stay. You should’ve thought about it before you spread your legs and let that dead beat man lay his eggs. Because you knew, you knew he was junk from the start and now what he has done is left you alone with a baby for you to care on your own.
Now abandonment is your only answer you moan.
(Naz’e’s part)
Ineuality:
Flasher flutter under beat’s breath juxtaposing towards the home to raise children, wrapped in woolens against the unutterable injustice because of what lies beneath her suite. Virtue is her virtuosity in the eyes of men’s pomposity.
(BitterBud’s part)
Flip the pain to see how this feels to me…
Liar:
Liar with fervent and fire extending the hand of pain and desire.
How many do you have to pleasure 1 or 2 or 3 or 4. You are a
married man why can’t you commit to the one that you once
loved. Making yourself a jackass of the human race instead of
following the commandments of God and loving your wife through all the rises and falls. Claiming that she’s at fault but it’s you who is putting a deposit in others vaults.
(Naz’e’s part)
Racism:
Leaves camouflage against the contrast
of trees barking blatantly
towards the beautiful redwood.
But no matter the jibes or insults;
They leave no mark.
Redwoods have the thickest bark of all
and will tower over your prejudice.
But when it is stripped of everything
And other branches become gallows,
Human illness is revealed
And spreads like ash disease
Infecting young minds
And reinforcing old evil.
Internal convulsions overwhelm
The simple-hearted - like me,
But apparently persecution is enjoyed,
Encouraged and normal.
It makes me ashamed to be human.
(BitterBud part)
Flip the pain to see how this feels to me…
Addiction:
My, my the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
this young man is 18 and has seen all of the
weed and the crack scene. Shoving the ivory powdery
content in his nose and selling his body to who knows.
But there is a history in this family
the mother has an addiction of smoking,
the father has an addiction of drinking.
With that combination they have an
addiction in fighting. The son has an
addiction of lack of ways of coping.
Glossy glazed is his eyes and what
Is the age number that he will survive.
I am guessing maybe 23 because it’s
more than likely that he will catch HIV.
(Naz’e’s part)
Flip the pain to see how this feels to me…
Instability:
Heathen longings to grope at the stars,
To stay in the same galaxy
And weep over the constructions of roads
Brand me and taint my view of home.
The lightlessness of views overloading senses,
Overwhelming to wail over sensational belonging.
(BitterBud’s part)
Equality:
We men think that we are all that and we treat women totally like crap, I really what to use the other word but I want everyone to be able to read this poem. Treating, beating misleading, lying and raping the most beautiful gift to man. What’s a woman’s worth, if you ask a man? We men don’t have
a clue. We think the creamy middle is all that is good. But there is sooo much more if we really understood. If we really took the time, but our attention span is thinner that a dime. And yet we wonder why women are mad at us all the time maybe it is the fact that we don’t treat with equality.
(Naz’e’e part)
Flip the pain to see how this feels to me…
Bureaucracy:
Fleeting judgments release ramifications
To destruct the proletariat
From the pedestal that governs capital minds.
Further and further, clipping off the shrunken wings
Gliding through on stolen feathers of freedom.
Pushed throughout the future of yesterdays,
The future becomes wealthier and less salubrious.
(BitterBud’s part)
12/2023
This poem is a collaboration between BitterBud & Naz’e. From an idea that came from the great mind and work of BitterBud. I hope that you all enjoy this poem and read the works from both us. As we look forward working together on more collaborations. Also to add BitterBud is an amazing poets amoung the other poets that I have as my favorites at allpoetry.com. I Can't wait for the next collaboration!!!! © Dec 2013,
