Hatred Poems
"Judisch sein in einer hasserfüllten Welt"
by Mario Odekerken
Es beginnt nicht mit Schreien,
sondern mit Blicken,
die zu lange haften bleiben,
mit Fragen,
die keine Neugier tragen
sondern Urteil-höflich verpackt.
Du gehst durch Straßen,
als trügst du Geschichte auf der Stirn.
Jeder Schritt ruft Echos hervor von Namen,
......
Crazy You
by Femme Mcbridge
Your call is never heard,
But called as CRAZY YOU,
Attention that you demand,
Is a tot’s right,
For love has no value,
as money does hold you,
With vacuum filled covered hearts,
Shoulders that towered lost,
From spring to autumn days.
Days that is cried for,
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I Hate You
by Levi Paniccia
I’m nothing like how you wanted me to be now
I have changed how you want me to be
I’m a lot different now
Then I ever was so many years ago
And I’m here because you wanted me to be, but the way you raised me fucked me a little to much
I’m supposed to be a perfect child
I have to have good grades
I can’t like the same gender
I can’t refer to myself as a man,
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Inside voices
by Sarah Abdulla
“Shhh, don’t speak”, she whispers
in my ear, the sound of her words
so sharp they pierce my ears.
“They’ll know what to take if you speak”,
she tells me, but I have chosen to
ignore her cautious words.
There is a salty taste in my mouth,
watery drops spilling from my
eyes, I’m crying.
The voices are taunting me
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Leave
by baby panda
"i still think of you
...am i even surprised anymore?"
.
late night again
it's getting pointless
and it's getting
noisy in my head
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Inside voices
by Sarah Abdulla
“Shhh, don’t speak”, she whispers
in my ear, the sound of her words
so sharp they pierce my ears.
“They’ll know what to take if you speak”,
she tells me, but I have chosen to
ignore her cautious words.
There is a salty taste in my mouth,
watery drops spilling from my
eyes, I’m crying.
The voices are taunting me
......
Het Jood zijn in een haatvolle wereld
by Mario Odekerken
Het begint niet met schreeuwen
maar met blikken die te lang blijven hangen
vragen die geen nieuwsgierigheid dragen
maar oordeel,verpakt in beleefdheid.
Je loopt door straten
alsof je geschiedenis op je voorhoofd draagt,
alsof elke voetstap echo's wekt
van namen die vergeten moesten worden
maar nooit werden vergeten.
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"Being Jewish in a hateful world"
by Mario Odekerken
It doesn't start with shouting
but with glances that linger too long,
questions that carry no curiosity
only judgement, wrapped in politeness.
You walk through streets
as if history is written on your forehead,
as if every step awakens echoes
of names meant to be forgotten
but never were.
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"Judisch sein in einer hasserfüllten Welt"
by Mario Odekerken
Es beginnt nicht mit Schreien,
sondern mit Blicken,
die zu lange haften bleiben,
mit Fragen,
die keine Neugier tragen
sondern Urteil-höflich verpackt.
Du gehst durch Straßen,
als trügst du Geschichte auf der Stirn.
Jeder Schritt ruft Echos hervor von Namen,
......
45. For My Authoritarians (2)
by Kea Campbell
I feel like a dog on a leash, nailed to the ground in your yard.
How is it my happiness dictates your profane and wicked ways?
Your hearts are like water, shifting like your states of minds.
One moment you're warm and fluid, and the next you're cold and stone.
Although we don’t see eye to eye, there is such a thing as compromise.
Your authority almost killed me the first time around.
How are you so blind-sighted to all the times you've let me down?
So, the next time you ask me why I don't want to stay,
Maybe you'll look back and finally acknowledge your mistakes before it's too late.
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