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Best Poems From
AMANDA SAVELEY
(December 29,1987)
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A Question In The Male Genetics
What is it...
About the Y chromosome?
I've always wondered...
Are these good-hearted, sweet-natured males of our species
Only dominated by their X chromosome?
Are they the X males?
(Don't say X men...that makes you retarded.)
Are they just ignorant of that gene that makes them...
Well...
An example to elaborate...
I have a friend who is not me
I have a friend others can see
She is pretty as can be
And to the truth she's quite lucky
She has a guy who loves her so
She has a man who won't let go
You see this guy he can't say no
He picks her up when she is low
And all these guys they love to stare
Ask her for pics in her underwear
She tries to pretend she don't care
But 'leave me be' is her only prayer
She tells me, tells me she knows it's bad
All this attention makes her sad
It's the wrong kind, but it's all she's had
And these past days, it's made her mad
Frustrated, angry, overstressed,
Overwhelmed, sad, and depressed
She's all confused and her life's messed
But underneath, she knows she's blessed
Because as everyone can tell
She loves a man who treats her well
He's more than words, that's why she fell
And all is gone that once was hell
So now it leads to wondering why...
What is it about this chromosome Y?
What makes the male act this way?
Is it genes, or something else?
I've always wondered...
Amanda Saveley
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Dear Mr. Former President Caeser
I can't seem to help but think...
What's going on?
I say, what's going on
When every morning I wake up fearing for my life
As if a great bomb could fall from the sky
Knowing I've done nothing wrong
Only tried to understand...
Are you proud
Of the things you've done
While we've waited for salvation
Oh why hath thou forsaken me?
I've done nothing wrong!
I've strived
Fought
Struggled for the right
And openly shunning the wrong
It looks like someone doesn't have your back
Why are people starving in our streets
In the land of opportunity?
The place where wealth abounds?
This is not Rome, sir,
We are not detached from our people, sir
And if you are,
I say stand and fight for your right to govern!
There is no Mandate of Heaven here.
And you have the dozer where Jesus has none
The divine One who have not but his bare hands
In which to stop you
Yet you strap Him to your cause
And tear through battered lands like you have the right!
Slapping Allah in the face with Muhammad's own hand
How dare you try to claim that you understand!
We're a hypocrisy posing as a democracy
Throwing our beliefs in others faces
In the name of a religion not all of us follow
Who do you think you are, Nero?
We can't strap poor devotees to media-based pillars
And light them afire with the blazing torch of atheist view
Can you really look anyone in the eye?
Can you see them from behind your tall podium,
In which you can't even see yourself?
Do you speak for yourself
Or are you simply a puppet,
A figurehead,
Something to be manipulated like putty
While stiff neck politicians back you with words
Their words
Not the words of the people
But of the elect
You know nothing of hard work
Being a child of welfare
A kid of the system
In which the government you so depend on
To get you your food stamps
Make your mother's ex-husband pay child support
Fails you miserably,
Forcing you to live on ramen and bologna
As staples for your diet
While education falls through the cracks slowly
And you think you can fix this?
You've only made it worse
Amanda Saveley
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Define This
Who I am...
Is beyond my
Hair
Eyes
Teeth
Weight
Height
Shoe size
Jean size
Blood type
Skin type
Gender
Nationality
Address
GPA
Social Security Number
If I were to label myself...
I would run around with post-it notes covering every inch of my body.
For I am
Narcissistic, yet altruistic
Intuitive yet doubting
Focused, yet ambivalent
I am an Empiricist,
A Skeptic,
Agnostic, but moral
Derogatory, but eloquent
Intelligent, yet ignorant
Well-spoken, but not well-read
Arrogant, but modest
Outspoken, but shy
An extroverted introvert
With an inferior complex about a superior complex
I have a one-sided Oedipus complex,
My mother does not concern me
And in order for me to carry on all these labels,
I would literally be bipolar,
A walking contradiction
An anomaly to all those trying to label everything and anything to restrict it,
Narrow it down
Well,
Narrow this down.
You'll never get it.
For the only label I can ever carry is that of 'human'
And that makes me versatile
Malleable,
Susceptible to inevitable change
An internal chameleon
That you will never be able to dissect.
Amanda Saveley
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Just a very insulting, very forward, open and honest, foot-in-mouth, ******* poem for ******
You dirty little
Double-sided,
Turncoat,
Inner ugly-faced,
Backstabbing,
Waste-of-space,
Brokedown,
Beat-up,
Poor lil ol' me
LIAR
You want me to believe half of half of half
(That's an eighth there, math witless) of what you say,
As if you've never lied,
And I've never lied,
And there's a preson in America who can speak who hasn't
Lied,
Stolen,
Cheated,
Whether it be
Taxes
Tests
Diets
Dates
And oh, how you've cheated
Putting on a,
'oh, not me, I'm innocent' face
Like no one knows what you do
Well,
I know what you do
And I'll never tell
Never tell...
Anyone who can keep a secret
So I might as well mirror it back to you
See how you like to hear it in someone else's words
My words
The words you swore on God's green Earth
And your grandmother's grave
And the heads of your inevitable offspring
And your nonexistant honor
And anything you could swear on}
Hell, you just swore
And were so caught up in trying to play off your lie
That you forgot every...little...secret
I ever told you
That you could now use against me
But since you never listened,
You're kinda screwed,
Aren't you?
Amanda Saveley
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