Me And Me
With everyone I disagreed
I never helped a friend in need
I always had to have my way
I always had the final say.
Just me, and me, and me alone
with everyone, I’ve been disowned
and now the time has come to see
I really turned my back on me.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2014
Published here for the first time in 2018. My artwork put through filters and animated.
Spurned
Yes, the world
run by men
hasn’t been kind to me.
If I want something
like equal pay
fair work practices
or unbiased treatment in general
I get shrugged off
like a second,
or third thought.
I’m allowed to live with them
vote and pay taxes with them
have children with them
told I’m one of them
but behind closed doors
in secret meetings
and the White House…
Heck, right to my face
it never changes
my rights are spurned
taken away, ignored
I’m told what to do with my body
given less
when so much is expected of me.
It’s like I don’t have the right sticker
to enter their nightclub
no amount of money
or the right designer labels
will ever do
I’m one of the people who
won’t get in.
I have always been
under someone’s thumb
sometimes I don’t even know them
they watch what I have
and take what they want.
And here I come
running like an ignoramus
clutching my last rights to my chest
better have the correct documents
out of breath and limping…
I keep what little is left
I make the best of it
I don’t have to like it.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
I animated this artwork found through a Google image search. The search only brings up Standford University and no artist. As a woman, this is the only way I know.
Written and shared with my friends at dVerse~Poets Pub for open link night.
Still
Reasoning gone
I sit in my terror
crushing problems
suffocating me.
I sit still.
Too tired to try
I sit in this dump
it’s never enough
always my fault.
Still, I sit.
Everything ruined
I sit enraged
anger unhinged
I want to break it!
I sit still.
I’m so dumb
I sit in my filth
steeped in hate
deep in my dread-
still.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2013
Even though I wrote this in 2013 it applies to today. This world is shocking us more every day as these historical times beat us down. It’s easy to feel there is nowhere to turn and no goodness left. With a president like Trump, the people are divided and fearful. To be fair, Trump didn’t start the problems we have but him getting elected just proved to me (once again) that our system doesn’t work. In my lifetime of voting, I have never been happy with the results. Even if the people I voted for got elected they never got anything done. Promises are always broken and I pay for more today than ever. Being a woman, I make less than men and am expected to ignore that fact and carry on. WTF!??? We are the only country that doesn’t have a healthcare system for everyone. People don’t get to keep their teeth or see clearly because these aren’t always covered under insurance. That is insane! We are overbuilding on land we shouldn’t be building on in the first place (maybe we wouldn’t have so many floods) and none of the new housing is for the middle-class or poor. Endangered animals can be killed because we need the land. Most of the problems we are having in this country are due to our horrible, greedy, rich government officials who get fatter pork bellies daily by screwing the majority of its citizens. Republicans have the majority and what has happened? Nothing! They don’t want to do their highly paid jobs. I think we should get rid of this system and the deadbeats in it and rebuild our government for the real good of the people. Get rid of them and we may have a chance to do some really great things in America.
Let’s stop pointing fingers and fighting each other. Aren’t we over color and race in 2017? Bullying other people and feeling superior to them? This petty shit has got to stop we are ALL getting screwed. We need to come together as Americans and protest TOGETHER. This is how they keep us knuckled under!! This is why the terrorists can get to us so easily. Of course, what do I know?
Written for the prompt “howl your poetry into my bones” with my friends at the Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.
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Words
Words were spoken
that can’t be taken back
that day of discovery.
Collapsing under pride
they tumbled right out
along with hard feelings
splashing into pools of deceit.
I crumble under pressure
as I struggle
for the right words.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2014
Published here for the first time from Picturesque Words. The quote was found in a Google image search author unknown.
The Reveal
Don’t look now-
I’m invisible!
I know you can see me
but I have made myself very small
I’m hardly here at all.
Look at me now-
I only reveal what is there!
Whatever it is
it can’t affect me
you will see.
Don’t look now-
I’m a freak!
I can only hope to hide
I can’t conform
I will never be the norm.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
Shared with my friends at dVerse~Poets Pub. My artwork and a poem from the past.
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The Poet’s Dilemma
Days and nights spent crafting words to perfection
fueled by cheap whiskey and non-filtered cigarettes
cut off from the very world he writes about.
His prose clever and filled with profound images
the darling of society
everyone wanted his company
designers gave him the finest garments
he lived in a stone mansion with a beautiful wife;
but on the inside…
The poet’s soul is tinted with the blackest black
he has no words left
his muse left him with no note
empty with no more to give.
He sits in his library at his big ornate desk
the glow of the candles outlining his frown
considering the writer’s block that has silenced him
feeling lost.
He inhales, his cigarette glowing red in the dark
he opens his desk drawer to get more whiskey
his handgun next to the bottle.
He pours himself a drink
as he has done so many times before
it burns as it travels down his throat
the loss of words was killing him
destroying him!
He put the handgun to his head and pulled the trigger.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2014
Shared with Poets United.
The Woebegone Man
The woebegone man
just sits and sighs
wringing his hands
avoiding all eyes.
Too numb to feel
escaping instead
too hard to deal
rocks in his head.
A man who says yes
although he means no
yet no one would guess
’cause he doesn’t know.
Tragically depicted
he’s pale as the dead
chronically addicted
chain smoking dread.
He will never know why
depressed with no plans
no pretty blue skies
for the woebegone man.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written for dVerse~Poets Pub.
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