i love this so much
I don’t know if you would consider it a rap, but I do consider it free style, I wrote it start to finish without stopping.
These words are my poison,
Slowly killing me.
And I use them like blow darts
At everyone I see.
My tongue is a wild, untamable beast
That I can’t keep hidden safely
Between my teeth.
Why am I allowed to speak
With all this negativity?
Why do my friends listen so eagerly?
Can someone please help me?
Help me find a remedy!
I hate the destruction that my careless words can wreak .
You see, the power of hate
Can run so deep.
It will break bonds and trust,
And even break me.
I don’t want this anger,
I don’t want the burning rage.
All I ever wanted:
Was for my tongue to be tamed.
The tongue can’t be controlled,
But the heart can be changed.
If only everyone
Could see it that way.
I don’t want to loathe myself
When I remember what I say.
If only I knew how
To let True Love reign
My sin is the source,
And my toxic words come from pain.
And every time, I swear
I won’t do it again.
Yet my friends all listen
With disapproving ears.
They love it and they hate it,
So they’ll listen for years.
But when I’m alone in my room,
I burst into tears.
I don’t love these words.
They hold my biggest fears.
Words have a power
Of death and of life.
They can turn away wrath,
Or they can stir up strife.
So my heart becomes broken,
Because I want to be kind.
Yet my pain falls out
Without asking my mind.
And I struggle so hard
To be better next time.
But I guess even those who listen
Must be a little bit blind.
Cause they must not know how
These words poison our lives.
The reason I think that Psych is the best version of Sherlock Holmes ever, despite the fact that it strays so drastically far from the source material, boils down to Shawn and Gus and how the creators chose to have those two be as individuals and as best friends.
Because they said What if we…
Let’s see, where to begin?
I’m white. I’m also the only girl in a family of FOUR men.
and I burn with frustration every time I see posts about how ALL men are misogynistic. (give me the definition of that off the top of your head, please.)
On top of that, because these four men in my family are white, they are also thrown into the stereotype that they are privileged racist white men.
Let’s break it up into two parts, first, I’m going to discuss the unfair, prejudiced idea that all white people are racist.
Like I said, I’m white. and I would be furious to know that people of different cultural backgrounds who see me walking down the street assume that I hate them because I’m “white.”
First of all, I’m not just “white.” I’m Scotch/Irish/Cherokee/Seminole. I’m an Ecuadorian American. I grew up in Latin America.
and to most people, I’m clearly a “wealthy” white woman walking down the street. Seriously? I’m more than that. I refuse to be ashamed of my cultural background because other people somehow think that it influences my personal character and behavior.
They don’t know my background. They don’t know that I would only let the natives of south america hold me, not white women. They don’t know that the first baby I picked out for myself at 18 months old was black. They don’t know that I didn’t understand the idea of “us vs. them” UNTIL I moved to Texas.
So, how dare you. How dare you judge my character on the color of my skin and demand that I don’t do the same for you? MY color has NOTHING to do with how I see, treat, or love people, and you have no right to throw all white people into the stereotype that we all hate black people and look down on them.
On top of it all, why else was I in South America in the first place?? It’s because these “white people” that you’re so disgusted with were so moved by the pain and suffering of the minorities in South America. My parents gave up their families, money, security, and health, just to serve the peoples of Ecuador. My dad was constantly on river trips, risking malaria, skin cancer (he’s a straight up ginger), and being murdered by violent indigenous people, in order to reach the peoples of the Amazon. and somehow, he’s a racist white man.
Clearly, you have a very convincing, and logical argument.
Secondly, let’s address this issue of misogyny.
According to Sociologist Allen G Johnson, “misogyny is a cultural attitude of hatred for females because they are female.”
Hmmm. Interesting. Because from what I constantly see from burning feminists is that ALL men are misogynists.
So, you’re telling me these three guys have a burning hatred and disrespect for women? I look way too happy to have grown up with a bunch of misogynistic men.
Let me tell you something! These guys are my three reasons why I’m not a victim of misandry, which is the hatred or dislike of men.
Because, yes, I have been treated badly by guys. Let me remind you that, regardless of gender, people are jerks. We mess up. We’re selfish, and we treat people badly. It doesn’t necessarily make a man a misogynist. Granted, there truly are people who are misogynistic, there are also people who are truly misandrists. We don’t go around discussing women as a whole for being men haters.
My whole life, I’ve been treated like a princess by four WHITE MEN.
The love and respect they give me none can compete with.
My dad encouraged me in multiple ways. First, he encouraged me to be smart, to grow in knowledge, wisdom, and common sense. Secondly, he encouraged me to be an individual. That I didn’t have to walk in a cookie cutter mentality. My dad married a strong, independent woman. My dad married a brilliant woman who is a published author. My dad was able to marry a strong independent woman and still be a strong independent man and manage to not be your idea of “misogyny.”
My dad also was my most inspiring person when it came to helping me accept and love my own body and self image. It was okay that I was tall. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t skinny. He reiterated that I had value and worth and that it shouldn’t matter who did or didn’t see it. He was the person who sat on the floor of my room while I cried into my pillow. He was the person who was there for me when I was bullied, rejected, and in pain. He was the man who reminded me true worth really did come from within. He respected me. He protected me. He defended me.
That doesn’t sound like misogyny to me.
Then you have these guys.
My three older brothers.
They are the reasons why I have high standards. They’re the reasons why I believe in waiting for the right man. They’re the reasons why I don’t hate men.
These are guys who have respected women. Two of them are married and they treat their wives like those women are worthy of the entire universe.
These are guys who waited until marriage. These are guys who didn’t kiss their girlfriend until they had permission to. These guys pursued their women because of who these ladies were. These guys waited for the right woman, and then married her. This is why I believe that marrying your first significant other can happen.
These are men who, when an inappropriate commercial came on, WOULD LOOK AWAY. Yes, these men exist.
Men who weren’t victims of the porn industry. Men who didn’t peruse the magazine aisles of playboy. These men didn’t stare at girls who dressed indecently, but out of respect for the female kind, looked the other way.
These are my big brothers. They’re guys who gave me respect. They treated me like one of the guys, and would stare down any guy who approached me, because they are protective of me.
That’s known as love, not hate.
And somehow it so happens that ALL FOUR of these men are great people. Despite being white, AND male. Oh! the horror!
How about you stop piling everybody into one minor stereotype? My family members aren’t the only white males I know that are good people.
Gender and ethnicity have absolutely nothing to do with the character of a human being. There’s so much more to the human psyche than that.
How about we start introducing the term of philogyny? The LOVE/fondness of women. Why ISN’T there a term that’s opposite of racism? something besides “tolerance.” because, let’s be honest, “tolerance” sounds like something done against a person’s personal will.
How about we stop making things like ethnicity and gender the leading factor of being a jerk?
How about we stop putting fuel on the fire by complaining so much about rude people? We blow things so much out of proportion by judging the things that a person didn’t choose.
I didn’t choose to be female, nor did I choose to be white. But I do choose whether I treat a person with respect. I do get to choose whether I treat a person like they matter or not. It’s about time we stop chalking a person’s identity down to two minor things.
Choose your socks by their color and your friends by their character. Because choosing socks by their character makes no sense, and to choose your friends by their color is unthinkable.