The bee and the wasp are not the same
Category: poetry
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wierd, wonderful, diverse
They are insects that can stingPresenting colors of yellow and blackFlying from their homemade nestsBut only one produces lovely honeyWhile the other is viewed as a pestAnd while one wasp can kill a beeMany bees can defeat one waspThis is the world we live inSimilar and differentA life of conflict and beautyWierd, wonderful, and diverse.
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Only in reality
I wouldn’t survive a narrative
Of horror or action or fantasyOf an inevitable apocalypseOr a horrifying dystopian futureOr a past plague without vaccineMy body would be the first to fallAt best I’m the supporting characterThe one you knew wouldn’t make itI’m not the character that livesBut today isn’t fiction and modern life meansMy broken body has advanced medicineMy flawed mind is of corporate valueMy imperfect self thrives in this reality.
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Anti-racist
Academic texts don’t speakThey can’t express lived experienceSo I beg you, hold my hand a littleLead me towards the truthYour anger is validBut it also stands between usI know my ignorance isn’t fairAnd I know you are tiredBut if you can give me your patienceI am open and eager to hearI’m will de-center and shut upBecause I want to learn and be betterMy white ego may be fragileBut I’m ready to let it shatterI accept that I am part of the problenI’m trying to be an ally.
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no excuse for being me
Not pretty enough
to be an unapologetic bitchNot brilliant enoughTo survive through sarcasmNot eager enoughTo eat shit all dayAnd not fawning enoughTo fall down at their feetJust proudly stumbling through lifeWithout an acceptable excuse.
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ad hominem attack
I often misspell
And my grammar sucksMy brain looses wordsAnd my mouth mispronouncesMy details are an easy targetIf you are looking to attackSearch no further than the surfaceI can’t compete academicallyBecause I don’t want to win debateI seek to understand deeplyI try to have an informed opinionI’m willing to learn when I’m wrongI understand I don’t know everythingBut I’m more studied than mostSo I feel confident in my thoughtEven if my presentation is flawed.
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oblivious to school
In Elementary three girls teased me
Asking why I wore pants in the summerAnd dresses in the winterI shugged in answer to their mockeryIn Junior High a girl tried to intimidate meShe got aggressively in my faceI walked away and simply avoided herMore confused than scared or angryBetween a complicated home lifeTruant officers and sickly absenteeismAnd special needs classroomsSchool hierarky never made an impressionI didn’t envy those who fit inbecause I didn’t notice their powerI was an oblivious weirdo lonerWith my own drama seperate from them.
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not us or them
I’m okay with me or you
But not okay with us or themI can choose who is in my lifeDecide that a person is not good for meBut when a group decides to ostracizeThey are making me chooseBetween my independence and communityThey are trying to control me and youAnd the answer to that is easyI’d rather be lonely as onethan be a part of the mean many.
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Stubborn self-esteem
Is this confidence or stubbornnessSelf-esteem or refusing to hear criticismIt’s true I dig in my heelsI don’t care to make strangers happyI expect to be loved as I amSo, if the result is that I am meThe most uncompromising me I can beDoes it matter how I got there?
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Voices in the electric void
A million strangers can hear my voice
As I speak into the electric voidMonologing to an unseen audienceConfiding secrets to the worldI sing a song of myselfSpeaking my cringy truthLeading through honest exampleHoping that variety becomes familiarExposing my authentic selfWithout an agenda for returnIs somehow less lonesomeThen silently living a false identity.
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let's skip romance
Finding sex is easyFleeting romance is easyBut the boring parts are hard to findI want to skip the chase and mysteryHead straight for comforting commitmentWhere my best friend loves my flawsI won’t provide one sided worshipand I can’t conform to conventionI’m looking for someone like meA confident snowflake of similar design.
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men don't get it
It’s impossible to change another
Arguing they should alter their beliefsOnly makes them dig their heels inSuggesting they harm unintentionallyMakes them argue their innocenceAnd the worst offenders are menMen are taught to win at all costsTo fight any chance they getThey are taught power is a priorityNever compromise and avoid compassionBecause those are womanly traitsAnd women are the opposite of menSo, a feminist trying to speak to a manIs fighting both nature and nurtureNature that makes humans resist changeNurture that taught men to never looseI don’t hold hope for my generation of menMaybe we can teach the next batchI don’t want men to be my enemyBut I also don’t think we owe them sexAll boys are accountable for their behaviorRape is inexcusable, consent is requiredCheating and lying are intentionalGender isn’t an excuse for wrong behavior.
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#chronicillnesswarior
Often my existence feels like a war
With myself and the worldSeeing the disbelief when I shareBecause I don’t look unwellBeing told to “win” at healthlike I’m in control of my bodyArguing for assistance or helpFrom systems that believe I’m lyingBeing told it’s in my headlike I can think away the sickI’m so tired of being in battleI get to choose when I fightWhatever is broken in meBe it my body or my mindToday I choose radical acceptanceIt’s time for some boring peace.
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#womensupportingwomen
To all the beautiful women
All the smart and successful ladiesAll the fit and fabulous femalesI want those things for yousometimes, I may feel lesserwhen I commit the sin of comparisonBut I will never try to tear you downI will lift you up any chance I getWe all deserve to feel proud and powerfulAnd I wish those feelings things for youwith the same fierce ferocityThat I aim for them myself.
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all the years
all the yearscompounded by all those tearsmade real by persistent memoriesand lessons hard learnedlead to nowit’s easier to doubtwhen the world is so harshand the people inconsistenttheir rational misleadthan to hold onto youthful optimismI thought this was growththe growing up partwe’re told it’s a good thingthat it leads to wisdomand self-assurancebut sometimes it feels like a cancera malignant mass of memoriesan awareness that the world isn’t pureand even the good thingsare tainted by good meaningit’s the one’s that think bestthat know without doubtand know their rightno matter whatthose zealots, they truly scare meso, what has age given me?but an awareness that faithis so frail, so delicatethat it often disintegratesin the face of realityThe hopefulness of youthis being beat downby the doubt of agebecause truth is a harsh mistress.
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Clique
Do you know what I hatethat feeling that creeps up inside methe knowledge that I can’t read your mindIt’s built on a foundation of insecurityand the thoughts I’ve let strayI have to count on you loving meeven if you never sayafter years of words passedbetween our lips on the airI see it stalking me in the distancethat ugliness called fearThere isn’t one heart herethere’s ten, maybe twentya heard of things unspokenand the decisions you’ve made about mewithout even consulting meIt’s paranoia. After all these yearsto think my forest might leave methe insanity that stalks meto believe your actions might changewhen you walk around me, consistently.If I were pleading to one personone mind or one soul, perhaps they’re be hopeinstead I plea to the lot of youthe group of you, the family I’ve madeDon’t leave me.
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a plan calms me
I was raised by mental illnessBy generations of childhood traumaWhere calm is the eye of a stormThere was little consistencyA new adventure everydayBut we were just survivingNow I rebel against that chaosI’m calmed by rules spokenSoothed by expectations made clearI’m comforted by knowing my plan.
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a day
Parking lot paved with crushed pebble feetHot sun sinks in a black pavementroll them rubber soleshood for another dayI can’t see my hands for the brightnessBrush against her hand, wonder if it’s minegive me a smile, a thoughtI know where we’re goingbroken toes and aching archesstabbed on a curb by my best friendso, she sighs in exhaustionHoled up in a room, tired from the daysmiles on my face and a memory.
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wishing I was a comet
“Who am I?”
We all ask this
At one time or another
Sometimes this answer comes swiftly
Easily based on my sense of self
“Who am I to them?”
That’s a tough question
I swirl around the question
Like a planet in orbit
Hoping I can become a comet
Break free from painful confusion
It’s the taciturn “them” that won’t say
Even if I ask directly
So, I live comfortable in myself
But uncomfortable in the world.
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embracing the label
To not be seen a loser
I have to choose to be a winner
But who am I trying to impress
Who gets to decide the rules
What if I’m an independent thinker
What if I decide not to compete
Instead, can I live the label
Can I defy the game they’re playing
Accepting some might call me a looser
Because I’m happy being my weird self.
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happy to say i walked away
Words like “angry”, “resentful”, “righteous”
Group think makes them infectious
One bad apple spoils the bunch
One mean girl sets the tone
When ladies gang up, I don’t take part
If a friend is cruel, I rethink that friend
I may not fight for what’s right
But I don’t put up with what’s wrong
My silence and absence is active
Being right can be lonely
But I won’t let ugly infect methe on thing I can say is
I’m brave enough to walk away.
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three boys
I lost my innocence to three boys
One who kissed my best friendOne who dared me in the darkAnd one who presumed marraigeThe first boy was my first crushHe kissed her because I dared himI wanted him to dare me backBut their kiss became the storyThe second boy liked me firstHe dared me to grope himMother interrupted our daringHe lost interest soon afterThe third boy was actually my firstFirst kiss, first love, first fuckAfter my deflowering he declared marriageBut I had a world of fucks ahead of meI’m not sure I had innocenceThat I lost or they stoleThree boys took what I offeredI eagerly sought what they gave.
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feelings together
Trapped a feeling
Put it into wordsShared it onlineSo your feelingsWould have company.
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letting myself cry
Tears washed out the chemicals in my brain
Poured out the feeling making me insaneCouldn’t stop the world from spinningBut lifted the weight pinning me downTommorow the world gets heavy, againBut tonight I sleep a little lighter.
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hold my hand in the aftermath
I can be my own prince
Drag my own ass out of the fireMake my own moneyBuy my own toysBut its lonely on my ownI wish I had a partner to hold my handTo listen after I’ve taken care of businessWho wants my strong and mighty selfEven when I’m not pretty or girlyI want to loved, not saved.
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fat hurts less
How do I explainWhy I live in this bodyWhy I don’t starveMaybe rejection stingsMaybe ugly isn’t awesomeBut I can’t escape allergicWhen my skin achesWith general discomfortEverything is swollenAnd exercise hurtsFood is medicineFood feels goodDrugs dull the mindI want to live awakeWeight is the lesser evilFat hurts less.
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all my jiggle
Double chin
Whitchy wartJelly bellyCheese thighsSoft squishyWarm cuddlyMassive meTaking space.
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everyday love
You can’t win my affection
It isn’t a prize or a contestI don’t want unpradictable romanceAnd sweeping gestures are obsceneThe real test is everyday kindnessPaying attention and spending timeWoo me with many tender momentsInvest yourself and I will swoon.
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flawed snowflake
Being unique isn’t being the best
They are two different measuresWhen I compete with someone, I can looseWhen I compete with myself, I will improveWinning requires standards and conformityWhile flaws can be a part of individualitySelf esteme is a wonderful thingBut often confused with superiority.
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sweet parting ways
Scorched earth is bitter smokeyRevenge is raw and bloddyBut a legacy is sappy sweetYour regret should taste like sugarWhen you realize what your missingWinning is my happiness elsewhereNot the bad taste I leftSo I leave behind desert.
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your anger is not mine
I don’t choose to have enemies
Your anger isn’t my businessUntil you set it in front of meEven then, I don’t have to play tit for tatI can decide not to engageI can endeavor not to reactMaybe that means I’m not toughBecause I won’t play your game of dirtyI’m like my sweet and kind stuffI see that anger is a chunky pillIt’ll weigh me down if I ingest itAnd I don’t need it to feel full.
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good not great
I have a good personalityNot the median or the maxAnd above average intelligenceA solid “B” studentPatient and persistantI mostly get stuff doneLoving but introvertedI may not be the bestFlawed and honestBut I’m certainly not the worst.
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theory into practice
Ideas aboundUntested theories to tryBut the practical stepsAre not always so easyThere are books to readBut learning is limited by wordsA model is a representationEven a blueprint is on paperDoing teaches us betterBut adults are expected to knowNot to explore like a clumsy childFailure is the freedom to try againBut forgiveness is rareAnd mentors hard to findAll that left is persistenceThe willingness to look foolishTo find a lessons in mistakeTo keep trying regardless of reward.
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yearning for new grass
Daily watering the same brown patchInvesting hope in a color changeThe lack of difference is exaustingThe hints and promises of new growthAs the weeds get taller and grass diesEndless false starts grind away hopeThe grass isn’t always greenerBut maybe a new start can wake us upMaybe fresh hope is enough.
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people change for themselves
People can changeBut they change for themselvesAnd they often don’t try to changeIt is a natural, unexpected evolutionThere comes a point when
The promise of future change is a lieWhere the pattern of actual behaviorIs clear and inescapableAt some point it’s timeto stop believing words repeatedTo recognize actions as answersTo think about your power to chooseIf you pin your future on anotherYou are at the behest if their behaviorIf you choose your power of choiceYou may not wait for change in another.
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personal apocalypse
That sick moment
when you realize the ugly truthThat you’ve invested yourselfIn something that has no futureWhere you stubbornly held faithSacrificed pieces of yourselfGave into one sided compromiseFor something that didn’t workSuddenly, after so long,You can’t keep from seeing itThe truth slaps you in the faceAnd the sun won’t let you sleepYou don’t want to give upYou hate the idea of giving inBut you can’t stand where you areYou ache to move forwardSo you dive into the unknownGamble on the risk of worseTo relieve the pain of foolishYou choose a new costume.
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not on the picket line
I always knew I wouldn’t be out
If true unrest came to my timeAnd now it’s come to passIn my safe bubble I feel anxietyAs I watch the world outside burnSacrifice is the precursor to equityWhat they do is better than meThere is no excuse for my priveledgeI won’t justify my passivityIn my heart, I support those protestingIn my words, I support human rightsBut, no, I’m not on the front lines.
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liar liar
Why do you lie frivolusly?
Throwing out half truthsWith no real purposeWhy don’t you speak true,When asked directly?You say one thingAnd then behave oppositeI don’t see your hidden purposeI dont know your unspoken logicAnd I’ve dared to ask for bothYou just don’t make senseI want to give you the benefitI’m fighting my persistant doubtMy fault is in looking for goodWhen the evidence points to badI dont want to dismiss you completelyBut I’m strugglig to seeThe value you bringThe benefit of youIt’s sad, really.
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not my tantrum
If I’ve stated my caseTried to be clear more than onceAnd you still won’t listenI concede to your stubornIndifference is cruelA worse punishment than angerIt’s not my business to fix youIt’s my right to go silentI don’t reward bad behaviorI don’t participate in stupidI don’t have to fightJust because I’m rightYou keep flailing at the windAs I calmly walk awayYou can have the winI choose my own peace.
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supporting cast
Some of us are not the first choiceNot the significant otherNot even the best friendSome of us are supporting castWe may be the lead in our own storyBut have no lines in another’sMaybe we’re a lone wolfWhich sounds really romanticExcept for the separate partThe table for one partThe feeling like an outcast partSome of us even prefer the quietA single bed in a studio apartmentA noted lack of roomatesNo disruptions or chaosBeing alone isn’t all badIt’s being lonely that sucksNot knowing who to callNot having holiday plansNot being an emergency contactSome of us know we arent the favoriteAnd this is the introverts dilemmaMaintaining much needed relationshipsWhile sustaining much needed space.
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a biased animal
Embracing plurality is hardThe human animal likes familiarPerfection is a false beliefTrue acceptance an ongoing battleWe are humans, not robotsWe live with emotionAnd individual perceptionThe best we can doIs aim to know our biasTry to understand our priveledgeForgive our mistakesKeep striving for wisdomThe complication keeps us aliveToo much same is boringOur difference makes us beautiful.
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putting aside anger
My anger lives in me
That means I have a choiceI can choose to kick it outOr make it go to its roomOr try to calm it with reasonMy anger doesn’t control meI don’t have to feed its fireI don’t have to drink its poisonSure, there are things I can’t fixAwful things in this worldThings unfair, that hurt my heartBut I can choose how I feelI can decide on forgivenessAnd compassion and calmI can make living with myself easierBy deciding to be the better personMaking anger an infrequent visitor.
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toxic masculinity
You tighten the screws on you nuts
And wonder why your dick hurtsWe tell you unscrewing is an optionAnd you add weight to the aparatusYou wonder why love isn’t yoursAs your lonely dick spewes hateWhen we tell you love comes from loveYou demand to be worshipedIts hard to forgive the unrepentantImpossible to teach the stubornly stupidSometimes we have to save ourselvesFrom the toxic perpetraited by your sex.
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quietly defiant
Faith is not changed through fact
Belief is belligerent and stubbornFighting face to face is fruitlessPeople change only for themselvesHow do we persist without impatienceWhen the war we want to winIt about bringing both sides togetherI can quietly persist in my defianceMy defiance can be faith in humanityMy belief can be that science saves usMy forgiveness will be for everyone.
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no life taken
“I don’t want you to die.”
I can say that honestly to anyoneWhile there are people I hatePeople I don’t want near mePeople I don’t want in a role of powerI don’t want them deadI willfully don’t understandmurder, or execution, or warSo I certainly don’t understandThe willingness to sacrificeThe life of another for comfortIt is pure narcisim to think freedomIs worth more than a strangers lifeThe frail deserve our protectionCulling the herd is a deplorableA kind human heart knowsThere is no disposable life.
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not made for immortaility
Youthful moments of decay
Living in a body that betrayesForces awareness of mortalityAt an early ageLong as I have quality of lifeThen living has immense valueAnd I eagerly choose to be aliveBut there was no idylic healthy youthTo make me yearn for foreverLong as I’m trapped in this bodyImmortality is not my fantasy.
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not always a hero
If the lead in great stories
Are the nice girl and the brave guyAnd we are the lead of our own storyHow do we end up in villain rolesAs the mean girl or the shy guyIs it in a group that we lose sightOf who we are on our ownDo we fill a role defined by the manyOr is it simply the limit of perspectiveThat convinces us we are doing rightEven when we do great harmHow do we miss the flaws of humanityHow do we not see our own villanyIs this simply the grey part of lifeWhere we can’t know how we affect othersWhere the hero isn’t always in the right.
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an hour more sleep
I don’t wanna spend my life
Sleep deprived and acting normalCoffee can’t replace sleepMoney can’t sit in for sense of easeWhat if self care really meansAccepting the lazy parts of selfSometimes a finished job is flawedAnd finished can be better than perfectAn hour more sleep and a little less stressDecidining to be done in imperfectionMaybe it’s okay to be seen as lesserLong as I have some more happiness.
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I wanna believe in people
I don’t want to lose
My faith in humanityAge has given meToo many examplesThat Individuals are flawedAnd groupthink dillutes usI want to believe its a spectrumThat the worst and the bestMake the most compelling storiesBut reality lives in betweenI want to believe in all of usBecause when today sucksHumanity is my hope for the future.
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Are men monsters?
I dreamt I loved a monster
A murderer and dictatorRunning an army of his peersAnd my lot was so patheticI yearned for his abuseHe made his terms clearI was a servant to his desiresAnd I was not his only concubineAt best I was sloppy secondsHe expected my worshipAnd I gave my devotion eagerlyI woke up from this dreamFrustrated by how real it feltBecause I am not the first choiceI am not conventional or subservientThe world’s advice to get a manIs an affront to my feminismIt feels like I have to love a monsterOr learn to live without loveI want to believe my dream is unfairThat men and women are betterBut I’m an old, fat, and wierd ladyNo longer hopefully find my Prince.
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Coping
This morning I felt like crying
Seemingly out if the blueExcept its not so randomI’m scared and for good reasonThis is a scary time, a sick time,The world shares my fearthis once in a lifetime eventSo, I watched a sad movie and criedThen, when I was done with tears,I turned on another movieAnd it was funny, so I laughedI laughed out loud, without thinkingAnd it felt good to just feelThe rollercoaster of humanityLate in the day, I’m gratefulYes, my now is complex,But I have my small comfortsI’m managing and copingIn this moment, I’m still alive.