| People Poetry - MNOP |
| Male, 22 Years Old - November 30, 2001 "Geeeeena How ah yoo?" Our Arnold Schwarzenegger sound-a-like Mathias was in the room next door and we never knew it he had been hit by a car and we didn't know it we thought our time in Emergency was enough and then the news hit and my girlfriend alone asked to take care of materials unable to identify the body we sit waiting to be admitted and hear the nurse say "we need to take someone to the morgue" our morbid curiosities kicked in but perhaps it was good we didn't see him he was tall, dark, and handsome from a foreign country he was going to marry my girlfriend to stay here hist cute sister had just left and all he was doing was taking a routine bike ride he already had a broken heart now our hearts have followed it and his as-yet-unnamed body R.I.P. our "silly German" Matt Morbid - April 2, 2001 "Hi My dad died this morning at four" I woke up to these words on my answering machine and didn't know what to think for one, I'm sorry but maybe I shouldn't be I don't think you saw your father much in the last few years so maybe you're not sorry over it or you are because there's no way to reconcile so do I send you flowers for sympathy or do I send you a balloon? dealing with death is never easy Public University (So. Ho. 's) - (written when I was very pissed at gender roles and stereotypes and those blindly caught in them) "Who told her when she woke up in the morning . . . ?" I walked past you saw you through my glasses snickering at me 220 lb me large-breasted Renaissance-painted nude-style me who told you missy that looks are everything? probably some smelly large- cocked bastard who thinks the best way to get women is to get them drunk baby it doesn't matter if wonderbras go in your size if tank tops show off your figure if you can give a good blow what matters after our breasts have sagged is that our brains work with these our most powerful organs we can do anything after all the diets the bikinis the push-ups the making fun we will still be able to think I wonder how much you use this function to better yourself and/or others I wonder why you are at school to learn, to seek knowledge or to seek approval from a multitude of dicks baby, they'll come and go but our lives won't be done when they're gone we'll need the skills we've learned through being at a post-secondary institution for everything else the world will give us you need to learn of who you really are for when your looks are like everyone else's will you need someone to tell you when you woke up in the morning that you're great? Honey, I learned when we were 16 that looks are superficial unless you think you're dying tomorrow you'd better get some more skills than the ability to please a prick |
| Mind Your Own Business - (I wrote this for a class assignment. We each had to write a sonnet. It is now featured in an anthology titled "Woven Magic") Could everyone just please, please mind his own, Very own, business? It infuriates Me how we choose who to hate or condone Just by someone's choice of friends, mates. It doesn't have to be someone we know Very well, they just have to be a nice, Perfect victim. If he's a common Joe, So much the better for those who like spice. But it's nicer if you happen to be A person who conspicuously acts Or dresses, because just you wait and see, People are going to know more than the facts. Gossips don't care who they harm in a space 'Less it comes back to hit them in the face Misconceptions - October 1, 2000 I am bisexual so I want your children and I am wishy-washy I am a victim of assault so I asked for it and I hate all men for it I am feminist so I hate the patriarchy None of these are true I like to watch children play to remind me that life is good I also know what I like humanity in all its forms I don't recall asking for pain But I also hate no one just the experiences and the nightmares I am angry at no one just hopeful for the future I love I am |