Poems Associated with Burying Evil

 

Waking Conscious

The devil is amused,
by all the fools who lose their cool
        in the arena of shattered dreams.

Lost in the lust of want before the must.
Pleasing the greedy, that preys on the needy.
Concealed in the source, of freedom of choice,
        full of remorse.

Precious jewels, of no value, bursting with diluted morale.

It’s all about me, can’t you see?

Material gain, my private fame.
Family illusions, a future of confusion.

What is joy? An emotional toy?
        A paranoid schizophrenic void?

 Half pass the race of thought,
        personal existence is short.

 The clock of time slows to an end,
        a battle of amends.
Fortune accounts fill with selfish needs.
A chest full of guilt, regret and treasures of greed.

Praying for a cheating win.
Paying tithes, with hopes of liquidating sins.

A vanishing pass,
        And breath takes its last.

Final thoughts of waking conscious.

Copyright by:  Kimberly  Floria 12/07

 

Wet Dreams

Barbaric savages,

devouring pigs,

supercilious tyrants,

sucking the riches from nature’s nation,

earthly malfunctions

 the cost of greed.

Delusions of grandiose

stroking inferior penis

masturbating with ostentatious fantasies,

of

victimize  pacifist

who are intimidated,

offended

by the bloodshed of the innocent,

righteous souls.

Who outlaw Pray in school,

Pray for peace

and engage in war

for

climatic satisfaction.

The power of Viagra

Copyright by: Kimberly  Floria 5/09

Feast of Life

 

Plow the rocks,

pick the weeds,

till the soil with thoughtfulness,

Fertilize with love,

plant seeds of humanity.

Provide warm sunshine,

and refreshing rain drops.

Nurture a garden of goodness.

Call it,

EDEN.

Harvest organic happiness.

Cut away anger.

Slice off evil.

Discard revenge.

Dice up deceit.

Add spices of joy and cheer,

Sprinkle a dash of kindness,

Blend decency and integrity.

Mix thoroughly.

Prepare hors d’oeuvres,

stuffed with smiles, hugs and kisses.

Bake with fortitude.

Fill the air with the aroma of kindness.

Prepare a banquet of compassion.

Quench the thirst with understanding.

Feed the soul, spirit and heart,

with tolerance and righteousness.

Say grace for this bounty,

share a healthy plate of love,

with an extra large helping of peace on the side.

copyright by Kimberly Floria 10/08

Silently Heard Invisibly Seen: Let's Bury Evil

Silently Heard Invisibly Seen: Let's Bury Evil: Let's Bury Evil We live in a time of great technology, we are connected with family and friends, by a push of a button. Yet we don’t spend ...

Let's Bury Evil

Let's Bury Evil


We live in a time of great technology, we are connected with family and friends, by a push of a button. Yet we don’t spend time sitting with our family and breaking bread together.   Talking and getting to know each other, to share our lives. We see each other in passing, rushing here and there. We set our GPS to take the shortest route. But the short route may not  be the right path through this maze of life.  The earth rotates around the sun at a speed of one thousand thirty seven and one third miles per hour, and we are trying to keep up with it. No one has time to stop and smell the shit growing around us, infecting us with the stink of iniquity. Some of us have learned the hard way that there aren’t any short cuts, whatever we achieve in life we must work for. In the long run we will reap the benefits of our hard work. We get out of life what we put in. Some of us  try to share this piece of wisdom with our techno kids, but they don’t hear us. No one, takes time to hear what anyone has to say because everyone has  the answers, they don’t need directions, they know where they’re going. Hey they have a GPS guiding them through life. Pop the ear buds in our ears, turn up the volume on our Ipod and go.  Oblivious to everything around us, we walk when the light flashes  and warns us not to. Ignoring the devastation around us and the lives being destroyed.

Parents work hard to provide the necessities of living, such as food, clothing and shelter. By the time they get home in the evening cook, clean and feed the children they are tired. If  it’s a one parent household the work is doubled. There are some parents who are strung out on drugs, alcohol or just chasing a dream they gave up when they became a teenage parent.  So the television is telling lies to our vision and raise our children. Feeding our children violence, glorifying crime, scams and murder. Who is teaching  love, respect and how to live in harmony?

Forty Four years ago, Martin Luther King Jr. gave his life, just as Jesus did. (I am not calling MLK Jesus only comparing.) Jesus died to save the souls of humanity and Dr. King gave his life in hopes to save humanity.
 
The lives of black men, woman and children were once enslaved, treated inferior. Their lives were less important than show horses. We were separated from our families, our children were snatched from their mother’s arms. We were beaten, raped and hung without remorse.

There were many  people who saw the evilness at hand and slavery was abolished.  But discrimination continued with Jim Crow and the segregation of black people. We were accused for crimes without evidence, the scales of justice was not balanced and  fair trails were not given.  So many blacks were imprisoned or executed unjustly. The only work  most could get was as servants and labors. They had to use separate bathrooms, water fountains and had to sit on the back of the bus, and were treated as sub-human. We all know this, right? You wouldn't think so.

The protesting started, blacks as well as whites marched, rallied and participated in sit-ins. There were beatings, attacks by dogs, and arrests. Leaders who preached for equality were slaughter. They were degraded, abused tortured, hung and left swinging on trees. Our ancestors were trying to make a way for our future. I remember as a child chanting ,“I’m black and I’m proud“, and singing, “we shall over come, someday.” You would think in two thousand and twelve, it would be "some day."

Our children say they aren’t black they’re brown. They call themselves African American. I don’t call myself that. I am a black woman, I am American. Do we call white people European American? They came to this country to escape  tyranny. No they are Americans, period. We all have come a long way, many black people are doctors, lawyers, entrepreneurs we even have a black man as president. Who would of thunk it? And many white people have finally accepted black people as equal. Our races have intermingled and created  multiracial homes. With this said, why is there so much  evil in this world?

I weep for this generation, for they have not an inkling of what they do. They don’t realize what the pioneers did to achieve this freedom we should be enjoying today. Not taking it for granted.

The democrats vs. the republicans, the tea party vs. the black long island ice tea party. What happen to the human party. To build a society where everyone is equal and entitled to love, peace and happiness, in the pursuit of the American dream? Why are we hurting and killing each other.

When I wake in the mornings, I feel the pain of the human race. There is destruction at every level, war to exhibit power. To show off defense strategies, but it is the young men and woman whose blood soak the soils of foreign lands, and come home broken physically and mentally. There’s no work for them, inferior medical care. They give their lives for this country and what do they get?

They come home to a world where immorality rules.  Little babies brutally abused, raped and murdered. Children carrying guns, using guns and killing with out remorse. It’s about  respect they believe. Why is this generation living in a world of violence?

Territory? A piece of property that they don’t own? For wearing a color on the wrong side of town? Our children are attacked for the little they have, for the things their parents have worked hard and sacrificed to give to their child.  They are attacked for saying the wrong thing, in front of the wrong person, at the wrong time. 

Drugs are being sold to mothers who have hungry babies at home. Then these children  grow a little and are lured into the life of street pharmaceutical, wooed by the glitter and money. They have no respect for their junkie mother, so why would anyone expect them to have respect for anyone else. But they do respect the drug dealer. They fear the gangster intimidation the repercussion for disloyalty.

Guns are everywhere. Every morning I read about a life being taken by a wayward bullet. Every night I lay may head to rest and hear shots ring, in this, so called good neighborhood I live in. Husbands killing wives and children. Mothers killing the children and themselves. Parents killing their babies. Boyfriends kill girlfriends. Children killing parents and on and on, over and over, day and night.

WHAT THE HELL  IS GOING ON? Is this Satan’s playground?
 
Is the worth of human life so inexpensive that their blood is spilled and washed away without a thought.  Where is the conscious of these babies that kill? Where are the mothers, the fathers? Why are we killing our children?

Respect! Respect appears to be of higher value then individual lives. But the respect is distorted. Look at a person wrong, you disrespected them. Accidentally stumble and step on someone’s kicks, you disrespected them.  Wear the wrong color in the wrong neighborhood, you’re disrespecting. The list goes on and on and these gangsters with baby faces takes the life of the person who disrespects them and goes to jail for murder and is confined to a 8 x 10 cell for the duration of their lives. At 16, 17, even 20 years old the time would be over 40 years. They will be incarcerated longer then they were free. Caged like an untamed animal, unless they die for  disrespecting someone in the penitentiary.

Is it worth it?  The soldiers who fought and died for equality must be turning in their graves. America has come so far, yet it’s children are lost and dying. What will it take to grow some kindness? To learn respect for human life, to learn to speak to each other with respect. A respect  that is earned, not taken. When I was a kid we use to say sticks and stones may break my bones, but name and face never hurt. You don’t lose  respect to if you walk away from confrontation.

In nineteen ninety two, after Rodney King was beaten by the police, after the riots and fighting occurred on the streets of LA, he asked, “Can’t we all just get along?” Thirty four years earlier, the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King said, “I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit together at the table of brotherhood.”

“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.”

It is sad that we are killing our brothers, and the content of our character is embarrassing.

Lets wake up and live the dream.

I read the following on Facebook, I think it fits right in.

An old Cherokee told his grandson, “My son, there is a battle between two wolves inside us all. One is Evil, it is anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, inferiority, lies and ego. The other is good, it is joy, peace, love hope, humility, kindness, empathy and truth.

The boy thought about it and said, “ Grandfather, which wolf wins?”

The old man quietly replied, “the one you feed.”
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Hasn’t there been enough pain, suffering and blood shed. No one wins in war,  no one wins when a life is stolen.  Let us starve evil and nourish good.   Let us see ourselves in each other and let us all pray for world peace.

CYNICAL LOVE

Love Sick

A vicious glutton,

Gnawing at the brain

Devouring common senses

Foreign to rational thoughts

Perspiring desire

Emotional fever

Spinning, dizziness

Confusion

Heart skipping beats

Rapidly pulsating

Adrenaline fueled

Epidemic in proportion

Drug resistant

Sick, sick, sick

In love

Love is a give and take agreement.  It stands to reason that your mate would want to do what you enjoy, if not all the time, at least some of the times.  Right? I don’t really care for basketball, but my mate is a die-hard Knicks fan, sometimes I will watch the games.  When I watch a drama, I want my lovers company. It doesn’t always happen though. It is my belief that a relationship is about sharing your lives with each other, wanting to make each other happy, even if its’ only for a few moments at a time.

I think after giving so much of me over the years my heart has hardened and I just go through the motions.  In the beginning of a relationship people would do things to put a smile on your face.  Take you out, to plays, dinner, boat rides.  Buy you flowers, gifts of jewels.  You’re sexually desired. After they have you in their illusion of love they only do things to make you happy if it doesn’t inconvenience them. Like not going to a concert because they don’t like the crowds.  Or they take you to the beach because they don’t like the sand.  It’s that give and take thing you know.  Sometimes you need to sacrifice your time to bring joy to the one you say you “love”. Sometimes you have to do things together to keep a flame in the relationship.

 In a relationship we should be willing to compromise to bring happiness to the one you care about, and the favor should be returned. So often in our lives we end up in relationships that loses its allure early in the relationship, yet we stick around hoping to get a glimpse of that first attraction. Those bashful common smiles, eyes that twinkle with desire, that anxious feeling down in your gut, some call butterflies. Wouldn’t it be magnificent if that, ‘getting to know you feeling,’ would last forever or better yet get stronger and stronger?  That would be a sizzling climax that would be.

I believe our objective in life is to be happy, if not all the time most of the time.  When you find yourself happy it should be quality happiness.  Don’t you think? If you find that someone that makes you happy, you should want to make him or her happy also. Not at the expense of your own happiness. I would think you should be happy being with each other. Your love should be so strong and hungry that you would do anything to be together, to make your relationship work, to build a happy home.

Some believe if they give they are being used, or taken advantage of. They don’t know any better. Men usually want to dominate the relationship and woman usually takes the short, to appease the man’s fragile ego. I don’t believe that’s the reality of life. Each person should be donating something to the friendship to help the union grow.

Closed-minded people who have been hurt, used, abused and taken advantages of usually believe the next person they get into a relationship with will do them the same and compare you.  I guess it’s only natural. We all need to realize we are all different; we look different, talk different and even act different.  It’s unfair to judge someone on a pass relationship.  We end up falling into a trap of trying to prove we are not the same and along the way we lose ourselves in trying.  We lose sight of what makes ourselves happy, we begin to believe what makes our mate happy is what makes us happy. It’s settling and eventually it dies, because you are killing yourself slowly.

When rockets stop exploding and lighting the sky, and just whistles and pops we realize something is missing.  You start to question what your mate has done to accommodate your happiness.  You want to know what you need and want in your life to make you happy.  When it’s not provided you may develop resentment.  Love starts to fade and eventually dies.  Once a relationship begins to turn bitter, it’s hard to add enough sugar and cream to make it sweet again.

Making relationships is hard work. You have to tend to it with care, give it the right nutriments to make it strong, know when it needs rest and when it’s playtime.

I have never been formally married, (hope to have a wedding one day), however I’ve been to enough weddings to respect the vows, to love, honor and cherish, (fuck obey), in sickness and in health and forsaking all others, until death do us part.  There always come a time when something in the relationship goes wrong and we seek advice from mother, brother other.  They usually hear one side of the story; yours and they often give their opinion in your favor.  It’s good for helping you feel better. Can anyone really know what’s going on in your relationship?  So keep the vow of forsaking others, your love woos should be worked out between the two of you. If it can’t that get a outside mutual objective person, a paid therapist. If you go to a psychiatrist they will do family counseling paid for with your health insurance.  They probably would enjoy all those juicy stories, better then a lifetime movie. Don’t you think?

I’m submissive and non-confrontational, so I usually step back and lock my feelings deep inside myself.  So deep and down in a dark solidarity confinement dungeon. That even I can’t find the key to unlock the hurt and loneliness. Most of my poems reflect.  I don’t write love poems anymore and find the old ones I did boring and fake.  I have become disillusion by love.

My views on love are cynical and when I read love poems I understand the passion and deep emotions, I just don’t feel it. This is not to say I don’t wish to have the fireworks bursting in my life again. I just don’t think it’s going to happen.  I’m at an age where bullshit has to take a long walk in the opposite direction.  The rockets would just fizzle and pop.  I would love to have strong arms around me, receive passionate kisses and have starry eyes gaze in mine.  To have a hand holding the back of my neck, fingers running through my hair, a palm on my cheek.  I would die to have someone desire to make love to me.  But those things die in relationships.  Surprise gifts of things I want instead of things I need.  Hell I’m your woman, not your child or mother.  A case of Kotex is not a surprise.  I’m almost fifty and I was never given a ring, a friendship, engagement or wedding band. But I did have some fireworks once and a while, and it was like the fourth of July once a year and then it’s gone..

Everyone has faults, some you can live with some you can’t.  You have to weigh the good verses bad; no one can give you the answer because only you know the answer.

I’ve had deep passion in my life, but I always wanted more, I always gave too much and expected the same in return and when it lack I become distant.  One who spent his life in prison, one had too much pride, one loved drugs more and one who loves drinking in the bar more. So that great love affair and passion ain’t going to happen for me, I blew my chances. So now I cry at weddings and sappy love story movies.

So my advices to you young at heart, don’t take shorts when you’re giving more.  I was loved with great passion, but it always fell short.  Weigh the good and bad, if it’s unbalanced in favor of bad, walk away.  If its unbalance in favor of good, and you can work on the bad, secure and work on the relationship.

Love takes time and nourishment, take care of it and it will take care of you.

07/15/08 Updated 2012

 Fire of Love

A spark ignited a curious fire.

Steadily burning,

          Chills tickles up my spine.

The heat got hot.

A raging blaze erupted.

Furious flames,

          Choked my lungs,

                   Singed my heart,

                             Blind my eyes,

                                      Disoriented my mind.

Sirens sounded

          Crippling water

                   Dying embers,

                             Cooling ashes.

Polluted waters of hate,

          Extinguish the fires of love.

3/2004

Aging Gracefully What an Oxymoron

Aging Gracefully What an Oxymoron

I guess some people do age gracefully like, Lena Horn, Cher, Betty White and most men do, in fact some of them get better with age. But some of us, who don’t have the means to get tucks here and there and spend hours in a spa, we are left to ‘aging gracefully’. What in hell does that mean, gracefully? Graceful: means elegant and beautiful, poised and dignified. Aging for me, so far, and I’ve only just begun, is lack of beauty.  I should be grateful for that? I think I could handle aging gracefully is if I don’t look in the mirror. But that will make plucking those hairs out my chin a wee bit difficult and don’t forget the hair above and below my lips too. Now this is, if you can actually see those hairs on the bottom of your chin. Hell I can barely see the hairs on a piece of chicken and I can bring that right up to my eyes. If that hair was allowed to grow wild, then I’ll be aging scary, very far from graceful.

I remember when I was younger and celebrities were getting face lifts, tummy tucks and what not. I couldn’t understand it. I said I would never do such a thing. Look at Joan River, she looks better than me and she’s old enough to be my mother. 

 I figured, that as long as I take care of myself, eat right, exercise regularly, lose those extra pounds, I would grow old gracefully. But every week I would convince myself I'll start next week but next week always just came too quickly. Just like this getting old shit. When did it happen? When did next week become too late? It seems like I woke up one morning and everything started sagging. My cheeks are below my jaw line. I have this extra chin and let’s not mention the boobs. They flop all over the place, the only time I feel life in them is when I get them smashed in the mammogram machine.

I got sick, maybe that accelerated my aging process. Lupus reared its ugly head and put me in a three year flare. I say three years because that’s how long I was on steroids. I gained one hundred pounds on top of the fifty I was trying to lose.

Back when I was in my late twenties, this a woman I worked with was doing Jenny Craig and losing the weight quickly, she was well off and she would buy clothes every week to show off her new body.  One day she said, ‘well at least I look good in my clothes.’ I had no idea what she was talking about. Well now I know what she was talking about. All that extra skin has nowhere to go.  I guess our grandmothers knew what they were doing wearing those totally uncomfortable, I refused to wear girdles.  I wish I did wear them, and I just may start if I lose enough weight just to help smooth out the extra skin. So I can look good in my clothes.  I know one thing if  I ever make love again in my life it will have to be in the dark for sure.

I lost my chin because my neck grew huge.  My belly is bigger than a nine months pregnant woman carrying eight babies. Then the icing on the top, my thighs started to pop out. Looks like breast growing on the inside of my legs. Oh it’s ugly.   

I was going to rehabilitation for my osteoarthritis; I was getting heat on my back, a message then work out with weights. That felt good, so I watched my diet and hoped I would tone up. I lost sixty pounds. I am proud of myself; the problem is this extra skin isn’t going anywhere.  That means now I want those tucks and lifts I thought were crazy. I know first of all I can’t afford those snips and clips to be removed, in addition to my health issues being a red flag. But I really would love for my belly to be sucked in, with my thighs, cut those extra titties off my back and, those as Oprah called them, the wings under my arms. 

If I take a collection will anyone donate?

I tell you one thing, no matter how much you convince yourself you’re going to age gracefully you won’t be ready when you find yourself waking up and looking at that old person in the mirror. Time seemed to have just roll on past and disappeared. I always thought I had plenty of time to do the things I wanted to accomplish. I remember being young and oh so wise and I declare, life is short, there’s a lot to learn and a lot to be taught.  Silly me I didn’t listen to my own words. The fact of the matter is I lived the life I lived. I have regrets, who doesn’t? I’ve had fun doing things that were risky. I experimented with drugs and sex. I did things I’m not proud of. But I did help build a company I work for,when I was running three of the branch offices, I tripled its revenue and I’m very proud of that. That was also a learning experience for me that I would like to share with the young adults in the corporate world.  No matter how good you are there is always someone better. The company can get rid of you without a second thought, and bring someone in to do the same job for less money.  Or like in my case, someone can sabotage you and steal your job. But remember they can’t steal it if you protect it. Don’t ever take your eye off the prize, always stay aware of what people are doing around you. It's sad but true that you can't trust anyone.

Now that I shared a little of my wisdom, another thing age gives us older folks. Insight to what we thought we knew when we were younger, to what we know to be true, now that we are older. If there is reincarnation like I discussed in my previous essay, I pray I have the wisdom I have now.
Growing old is a gift, I’ve lost friends and family much too soon. We know not what our fate is. It is a waste of time to moan and groan about the things I lost, the things I won’t have or do. I do have today, to make of it the best I can.  I won’t allow anyone to steal my joy. I am the best I can be, all I have to do is believe it. 

Giving up is not an option. There were times that I thought life was not worth living, but woke up the next day to realize there is HOPE! Hope is a part of our bounty we can cash in at anytime. Hoping is the will all gets better, hoping that I will learn from those trials and tribulations and endure another day. With pray hope is possible, because God hears all and knows all. He may not answer us when we want an answer, but He is always right on time.

Human am I, who seeks happiness, which today means peace of mind. It might have meant something else yesterday and it may still mean something else tomorrow. I don’t have the answers, and I don’t know anyone that is living and breathing today that does have the answer to make me happy, give me peace of mind to make my little world around me stress free.  But I know the answer is within me, somewhere.

Everyone has unsolicited advice, that may sound good at the time but it may not always be the solution to heal me. So as I age, I age on my own terms. If gravity pulls me down, I’ll ask the Lord to hold me up.
My life might not have been all that I wanted. But it was sure more than I expected. There is no blame, no reason why thing worked out the way they did. I lived for the moment and that made for an interesting life.  I’ve loved and been loved. I’ve meet and got to know really great people and had I had another life I may have missed out on some wonderful experiences. 

I am getting old; I’m not dead and tomorrow is another day like Annie said, ‘the sun will come out.’ So I guess to age gracefully is to do so without complaining, to age with dignity, to be classy and refined. So yes, I can do that. I can age gracefully.

Stop Abusing Me with Your Tongue

Stop Abusing Me with Your Tongue

My mother always told me; if you don’t have anything nice to say about a person don’t say anything. I also often heard the following from a variety of sources; 'think before you open your mouth.' And I know I should treat people the way I want to be treated.

So maybe when I was young and didn’t know better I might have… maybe treated some people bad. I remember this really nice guy who liked me, he came to this party dressed in all white, this was in the 70’s so he had on bell bottoms, a vest and a super fly hat, and a cane. As we use to say he was dressed to the Tee. I was pissy drunk and he came over to help hold me up and when I noticed who he, was I called him “wart.” Everyone called him that but I never did and almost 40 years later I still feel really bad about it.  

I got guys beaten up for no reason. Threw a cherry icy in a man’s face because I thought he cheated me out of change, but the truth of the matter, it was me that didn’t know how to count. I did things like that, things that hurt people, and it was wrong.

Me, of all people to treat people bad. I was a scary cat.  I had three physical fights in my life and got my ass kicked royally each time. I was never a fighter, always and expert lover though. I use to be in love with love. But now I’m cynical, I will post, in the coming days, my essay on cynical love.  I have to update it to 2012.

I always try to be kind, thoughtful and caring. There are still times that I get annoyed and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the lupus.  My fellow lupies reading this, I know stop blaming everything on the lupus.  Sometimes those Access-A-Ride drivers are real ass holes. The older ones, who are feeling the same aches and pains as me are the kind thoughtful ones. They help you, talk to you pleasantly and smile. Then you get those young ones still smelling themselves and acting like their shit don’t stink, think it’s scented like Channel no. 5.  They push their rear view mirror up so they don’t have to see or talk to you. You ask them if they know the way they say they do or they say they have a GPS. The GPS’s on those buses are programmed to take the longest route because the companies get paid by the distant.  In addition the stupid machines will direct them to make three rights and they end up in the same location. Then when they get near my destination and they can’t find it, now they want to ask do you know where it is. Of course I get spiteful and tell them to ask the GPS. That’s not nice, I do know better. But I can’t help myself I get this burning in my belly and it grows and grows until it explodes and shit just falls out my mouth way before I have a chance to stop it. I guess it must be anger, frustration or something. I need to figure it out someday.

That person isn’t me, really it’s not. I was raised to respect my elders, now that I’m an elder, I want some fucking respect. I want people to be patient with me because my thinking gets foggy, you know.

Physical Abuse

Everyone feels sorry for the woman who gets a black eye, a busted lip, teeth knocked out maybe a rib or two broken.  When you see that abuse, you want to kill the man that could do this to a woman. Especially if it’s a woman you care about, like your mother, sister, daughter or aunt. I learned a long time ago. Mind your business, that woman will turn around and defend that man. I have seen it all through my life. The woman will attack you for getting in their business. Sometimes the man gets help and things get better. Sometimes the woman has enough and leaves, or she kills him or he kills her. Very rarely is it a good turnout.



I had a black eye from a man once and these are the words I wrote:
How do I love thee?
Let me count the beat downs.
A back hand to the jaw,
So you don’t have to think for yourself no more
A kick in the gut,
Will show you how,
       to keep your mouth shut.
Dragging you by your hair,
Will show you how much I care.
Hands around your neck,
Will teach you some damn respect.
Ahhh, baby don’t whine,
I do these things to keep you in line.
I know my love for you, is deep and true.
Don’t cry you can hide that black eye.
BABY! What cha’ doing wit’ that gun?
What cha’ mean I’m done?
POP! POP! POP!

I’m a real sensitive person. If you look at me wrong I cry. So imagine being told to shut up. When you want to talk, to be told they don’t feel like talking.  To be chastised like a child, because you forgot to pick something up, or told you folded the towel the wrong way. 

To judge people by someone else morals, by what they think is right. Your opinion is not important. Some folks are just that closed minded. To constantly not being believed, until someone else tells them the same thing. You don’t speak up, because you can’t yell loud enough to be heard. So you become quiet and your silence becomes very loud. You tip toe around what want to say, so you don’t get your feelings hurt and end up crying yourself to sleep to keep from hurting more.  Or you write a blog, essay or something just to get the anger out. Maybe even hurt yourself.
People, who don’t care about other people’s feelings, maybe they are protecting their own feelings.  Their stinking thinking, let me hurt before I get hurt.  And end up hurting the ones they claim to love, they say the most hurtful things and don't even realize it. Then something clicks in their head, like a split personality or something. They turn around and try to say something to cheer you up. It’s a sickness that infects the people you’re around. Snapping at you for no reason what’s so ever.
 
For those who read this already I needed to add more:

I think this may be an important factor. The one doing the verbal abusing doesn’t realize or care that they chip away at the abused person’s self esteem. The abused person believes they are the ones that are not living up to their potential. That they, the abused is at fault and doing something wrong. An abuser will build a person up with gentle words one minute and the next reduce them to tears.  The abused person begins to question their feelings, doubting the validity of their own words and feeling. When in fact it’s the abuser whose self esteem is lacking the confidence of accepting other people’s opinions, they are the ones who have closed their minds. 

Like I mentioned earlier it’s hurt or be hurt so they hurt first. They are the ones who need to exercise the practice of hearing before responding with negativity.
So you question their love and ask how they can say the hurtful things they say. You want to know how to you can fix it. But just like a physical abuser you can’t fix it. So your options are the same. Continue to take the tongue whipping, pray they get help, leave or Pop, Pop, Pop.

So as I said in the beginning if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything.

Treat people the way you want to be treated.