On the clock

Something that someone did
let’s forget it’s so tragic
play the victim once again
little girls with no knowledge
make excuses and deflect
you know what you really wanted
say the truth and say it loud
you’re just looking for another way out
got the words in your mouth
one way or another you let them out
sing the praises and sing the speak
you don’t own the path you seek
something someone once did do
you can always run the rules
play the games like little girls do
scream the name of victimhood
something someone did one time
we know the name but speak in rhyme
know the game but not the score
little girls in congress wanting more
little girls on twitter so damn bored
can’t do their real job that’s for sure
so they did that one thing something for
little girls playing big girl games
someone once did something just for fame
little girls be speaking double talk
never been to their district the phones cut off
something is like something unprofessional
little girls play games like tentacles
little girls play games don’t tell the scores
they keep crying victim that’s for sure
attacked for what they’re screaming something for
everybody’s leaving as they scream stop
they just playing victim while they on the clock.

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In the name of youth

Let’s redeem R Kelly
how that feels to read
let’s forget his crimes now
oh now that we believe
why do we trust these victims
only when they’re adults
why must we beat the children
devour the youth at any cost
let’s redeem R Kelly
cancel someone else instead
he can still make music
he can still give bread
let’s redeem R Kelly
oh why must we love fiends
but only when they abuse children
yes them we protect with ease
we unbury the dead, dig graves
and piss on them
we’d rather repeat ourselves
with lies and ridiculous doubt
let’s forget the truth
what we know and what we knew
let’s eat the children destroy the youth
all for some immortality pursuit
never grow old just sacrifice the new

Goes down with honey

Broken minds
groomed through time
swallow what they’re fed
everything goes down with honey
even day old bread
concentrate on the sweet
and never go to bed
sometimes we try
to rewrite the history in stone
we go back but can’t retract
other stories that’ve been told
broken minds tell believable lies
that won’t hold up you see
groomed through time
you may not believe
sometimes we don’t see as we think
bread looks fine and honey sweet
for our health or self we test
doing what is destructive
break our bones and follow demons
everything we change for meaning
everything goes down with honey
even day old bread and abuse coming.

Between Fassbender and Ansari

Bad dates and mixed signals
can turn bad guys into heroes
when the passion that your into
turns to stun
when the lovin comes from someone
you dream of
and the six pack got your panties in a huff
but then you look up and it’s not what you
dream of
he’s a funny kind of talker
he’s not really that much taller
so the memory that got me in his bed
dead upon the moment I misread
and then a bad date turns to abuse
real quick
a mistake is a mistake
until one gets
a chance to turn the heroes into myths

public shaming

Pray to the demons
you’ve nothing left
grace is beyond you
or so you’ve said
you find no fault here
though tears do well
nightmares plague you
you’re trapt in hell
so why not now drown
and show your hand
you’re only as powerful
as the mob you’ve fed

Shame complicity

Shaming
we say it’s bad
but
we have to take a stand
know
some things are wrong
yes
some things are wrong
everybody makes choices
but not every choice
makes you strong
some people are not heroes
some victims don’t survive
not every story ends
with justice on your side-
even when your right
you might lose the fight
but heroes do not stop
heroes do not give in
they don’t take the cash
they don’t choose silence
they do not speak up
for fame or financial gain
heroes kill the monsters
so they can no longer prey.

Survivors choice

Survivors are survivors
victims of abuse
it’s nothing to be ashamed of
but still you have to choose
do you stand and speak
or give in to the fear?
Do you really want justice
or just to forget and heal?
Either choice is fine
but only one makes you brave
in another twenty years
will you still feel the same?
Or will you speak for fame
revealing all the monsters
only so you can get paid-
got a book to publish,
got a career to save,
nothing wrong with choices
unless you do not own them
saying you are brave
while others become the victims
you are not a hero
just because you say-
I know who the monster is
but I won’t say the name.
Silence is complicity
even though you’re right
silence is a product of
all you have survived
but choices are what make us
and you did chose to hide
heroes kill the monsters
not take the money over pride
heroes know their dignity
does not have a price.

Hollywood heroes

You are not responsible
you are not to blame
when a beast breaks your bones
you should not be shamed
but when you make the choice
to live it out through silence
you have made the choice
to give silent compliance
you are not to blame
for the abuse endured
but we all have choices
and we all live with pain
sometimes we choose silence
but then heal to speak again
and that is all just fine
but in the end still know
that when you choose silence
the abuser will own the show
do not misunderstand
this goes for those with power
a child’s choice of silence
a woman on her own
a man who will be silenced
even in his home
these victims are not powerful
they do not bathe in gold
but when you have the means
know you reap what you have sown.

Victimhood

I don’t need your victimhood
I don’t need your help
I have waged my own way
while you played with yourself.
Parade about equality
when all you want is
everything;
the power, the man, the wedding ring-
life that’s fair to femininity-
while you destroy
the enemy?
I don’t need your victims tale
I don’t need your progress
I have waged a war in kind
to end the world you promised
protest all you want
but never do define
you are exactly
the very stereotypes
you mime.
Broken little girls
all you do is whine-
imagine all the trauma,
nightmares are your bribe,
scream until you’re crying
then say it’s all their fault
but never actually fight for change
just hold another woman’s march.