Thunderstorm DisputeA Poem by Sanctuary DementiaExterminate the plague; no need to get hostile From the moment I awake it rains down grenades Violent offenders attacking on a screen to destroy my name Infested with ticks, all I see is a creature playing charades Labeling calling and stereotypes abound- was it supposed to hurt? “Dike” you say! Laughter consumes at your inability to spell Masculine lesbian female you demand, well the term you seek is “dyke” Lockdown complete topsoil is what you see, derogatory I expel Your words proclaim by definition that I’m the Greeks spirit of justice Liberating devils in my brain with these paragraphs crafted by a pen Offended by my appearance, a high school offense on repeat Dropping napalm on the stereotype gothic- I’ll do what I want again and again Forgotten sinner dividing my features, running scared blind in the dark Bothered by my personality? Let’s show your vicious combination Lesbian with masculine features? Well I’ve got bigger balls than you Calling you out to show upon the words you stand crying in a coffin Proud for me and of what I stand, liberating freedom in hair easy to care Your words don’t lessen me; I dress as I please, so don’t bother me Looks like I just screwed your soul annihilation; justice commands the army Itsy bitsy bat climbed the tower to profess arrogance but found to be another body A noble savage on the war patrol; violent offenders at a feature Don’t know me, so Ill set you free, because I couldn’t care about you anyway Next time anger demands you to attack talk like an adult, not posturing child Could’ve drowned a bat in murky waters just to watch it decay But I split the thoughts down onto the page so you could see reality Clothes my own, hair frames my face better short, do you got a problem with it? But I’ve spoken now so least you know who you’re f*****g with Sit down and take a note from my page- you’re just a jealous misfit You’re sick and weak while I’m free and built for an army’s siege My demons drip onto the page, blind multi eyed children watch your disgrace I’ve got a bigger package than you any day, I’m climbing mountains you can only see Moral imperative, justice speaks in karma identity- your words leave no trace “But you will breed a viler progeny! Verily wars and cruel bloodshed shall be unto men and grievous woe shall be laid upon them.” I’m just a woman living her life; don’t barricade me with all your hateful lies Breathing out your hateful identity, coughing up misplaced word phlegm Turned your attack into my muse, I’m not the girl you knew in the past © 2011 Sanctuary DementiaFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on April 7, 2011 Last Updated on April 7, 2011 AuthorSanctuary DementiaNMAboutMisery is one of my nicknames, it at one point all that I was for both myself, as well as for those around me. I was vile, I was cruel, and I do stil retain the ability to be as such, but Ive learned .. more..Writing
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