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Why Me? (Free verse) by Tarquin De La Bog Why must I, have this different coloured skin?
It's always been hard
To try to fit in.
Why was it me, to be disfigured at birth?
Leaving me
With a sense of no worth.
Why was it me, that daddy chose to beat?
And physically love
As his special treat.
Why do only I, hear voices in my head?
They whisper dark mutterings
Fuck her, they said
So I fucked a woman, in the park
She didn't know me
It was dark.
Why was it me, that somebody saw?
Running that night
Back to my door.
Why was it me, that the cops came to see?
Asking awkward questions
'Was it you, nigger?' Maybe.
Why was it me, that the cops beat to shit?
Kick followed blow
Hit after hit.
Why is it me, lying in bed?
Crippled for life
Nearly dead.
I've never had friends, what did I do?
Shunned by society
I am taboo.
Up the ladder:
Sanity
Down the ladder:
One
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 4.142857
Posted: August 19, 2002 6:00 PM PDT; Last modified: August 19, 2002 6:00 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.769479 Overall Rank: 11387 Comments:
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19-Aug-02/7:08 PM
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t de la b, you were really going for a zero here, weren't you? you're not getting one from me, D.
u know the more of these shit poems this bog fellow praises the stronger and stronger i get...keep going you lover and praiser of weak scripture..i'm having the time of
my life reading your constant one brain cell powered banter, are you a jewish cantor? were you in the car with princess di when they headlined the pillar? cuz wow your fucking chiding pursed english sensibility is right up the alley of a merchant ivory film...the english patient part deux...another tiresome three hours with a burn victim in the desert..is just what this site needed..not that your even from england..cuz i'd bet money you're just the semen soaked left hand of some midwestern poemranking ten year old with a knack for creating false identities, and if by chance you are from the land of drizzle...then..even better, cuz with you breathing and stinking up the place...no wonder you people always say "god save the queen" save her from having to listen, and or read any of your short, bland, see through, mind de-expanding rhetoric lacking rhetoric...ode to the sea blah blee ree tee blah blah i'm deep blah blah..i'm from england land of literary geniuses..blah..blah the sea blee vlee....you americans..blah blah should learn from me blah blah...we beat your pathetic asses then...stole your colony..and evolved at a hundred times the rate of your so called country(cuz i don't even think this clown is even english) has in 1500 years..do the math..we are two hundred some odd years old, and ye are over a thousand yet..we americans have saved your asses economicaly, militarily, and stylistically more times than i care to count...stay there.. enjoy your short termed reading materials..you deserve it..and your welfare too. you fucking two versed parrot...ha! ----/10
this poem is kinda good.i like it, despite what other people think.i dont get why people like b here can comment so much hatred about a poem.
I actually liked the story told from the speaker/rapist's view, but as I've noticed you do in other poems, you sacrificed rhythm for rhyme and that puts unnatural stops in the poem.
Zzinnia66 are you inbreed??? Cause this poems great and well you do leave alot of comments that have absolutly nothing to do with either the poem you post to or even the topic of the comments posted.
pbd. yes, i am INBRED, and if you stick around for a while, and maybe read theannals of the ranker, you will see that it's all good. it's a funcking fantastical spiderweb, and you are a little pink fly flirting with she doesn't know what. hope you greased up your feet!
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