Black on black on black on green,
green like the green of an envious queen
who wears the crown as she drowns in self-loathing
and dares to frown in a gown contrived to belie the power posing.
Pull back the curtain on necessitated self-esteem
or be certain in a sending to the guillotine.
Plebs plead, fleece and pilfer just to get a glimpse of the debs
as they wince at life’s boring routine; it’s obscene,
a lame attack.
Green on green on green on black,
black like the black of a necrotic claque.
When someone believes you don’t belong,
it’s their ignorance that’s judging where you’re from.
When they determine you don’t have a home,
remind them that no one really does,
and if your soul and your flesh don’t seem to match,
know that bigots are hard to tell,
and do not fear what those dumbasses may attach,
to the you you’ve cultivated so well.
-TKsCM
“I don’t believe in shortcuts,” we hear you say,
but the truth is simply, one hasn’t come your way.
Sad trifles and condemnation against people who gain unearned,
you stifle in stagnation about your intellect sorely spurned.
In fact, people rarely get what they don’t deserve,
yet you complain, create nothing, oh, what the nerve.
What are the chances you’ll wake up to the crushing feeling
that the problem is you who is jealous, always squealing.
No matter how it is that you want to see it,
peeps like you always lose, you’re a fraud, counterfeit.
-TKsCM
She puts on a smile so the world may see,
the she in her she wants to deceive;
with a plan and a purpose too great to relieve,
she pursues the perception wholeheartedly, naive.
-TKsCM
“Be my lover,
and let’s live together,
a life on par
with all the others.”
“Or perhaps, instead, let’s fly upstream
and build a life seen only in dreams.”
-TKsCM
She was a typical girl,
doing typical things,
in a typical way.
-TKsCM
