Bully Beatdown

My first attempt at spoken word poetry. Best when read aloud.

Bully Beatdown

By Erin L George

 

I was doomed from the start

…Born

Torn apart

A dart through my heart

Self-deprecating Bogart

Folks called me sweetheart

A princess, they said

Trying

To get into my head.

“Precious and kind

A knack for the rhyme

What are you, blind?”

(More like)

Drunk on moonshine.

They were

Resigned

to find

my mind,

Destined headline.

Nevermind!

…I couldn’t hear it.

“You’re s**t,”

Cried my cynic.

And so,

I stood apart.

Alone.

…Ear phones

That shut out the lies

Growing despise

…Cyclone

Destined to roam.

No backbone

Begging to clone

To fit in.

How did I get this way?

I couldn’t say.

I was

Betrayed cliché

Deejay,

…Sing that song,

Someday,

Someway

on this pathway

I never got to chose.

To lose

Confused,

…coo-coo!

Trying to defuse

Their hatred.

Paying dues in their boo’s

Taboos by the twos

I was

Missing my muse.

Looking for love

but

Frustrated and hated

Cold and jaded

I ran through the halls

Eating lunch in the stalls

Cause no one would sit with me

At lunchtime.

No hunch. No feelin’.

Head reelin.’

…Invisible

Glass ceiling

Stealing

Squealing and kneeling

For a moment

(just one)

...of healing.

But still…

I never fit in

Double chin

Trade-in, turn-in, weigh-in

Do-over tailspin.

Four-eyes,

Big thighs,

Plus sized

Retry

Spit at by guys.

Brown eyes

Not blue

Never blue

I never belonged

(Not to you)

Prolonged longing

For one thing -

Belonging…

But…

“You ain’t s**t!”

…Ding dong!

Wrong!

‘Cause one day, indeed

As princesses do

I met my Prince Charming

Out of the blue

He rode to me

not on white steed

But in a pick-up truck

Wheel-deep in muck.

Asked me to dance

Told me

Nay was I doomed

Just needed to bloom

We’d live together

forever

Never to part.

He loved, he said

The taste of my heart.

(I hardly believed him)

But

I began to write

Hand in hand with my muse

How could I refuse?

And oh…

I wrote up a sight

All through the night

I wrote in prose

Ignoring the ho’s, low blows

I composed

Bestowed upon myself a new grace

New face

Like a plastic surgeon of hearts

Bulldozing hate

I began to create

No more debate

Flushing deadweight

Checkmate, back date, equate

Purging classmates

Who’d hurt me.

I wrote

Back my birthright

A downright dogfight

Under moonlight

By pen light

(It wasn’t polite).

But

I got my head right

And found

(Fight or flight)

My way

To a heart

that was whole.

That’s right, I stole

Patched up that hole.

And

Now I’m a mother

Touch my kid and die

Mutha…(bleep!)

Beauty is more than skin-deep

My love don’t come cheap

Get out of here, creep!

Outwit, outsmart, outplay

Repay, seize the day.

Head held high

To the sky, I’ll fly

No more tears shall I cry

For your lies

Disguise

Demise

I ignore your cries

My heart growing bold

Too hot to hold

No longer will I mold

My soul

My intentions

No longer for sale

Cutting hatred away

like a hangnail

I exhale

I prevail

Pass-fail

Cause

Now

No more

Will I be your w***e.

You can detest me, protest me

Ask me to leave

But never again will I believe

I’m nothing

Or less than

Or something to shame

Because

I am woman

A wife,

Not a saint.

I’m

Somebody’s mother

Somebody’s lover.

I am

Certainly flawed

But my flaws are my beauty

Nothing less, nothing more.

Bully, be gone…

I hear you no more

Your words are unwelcome

Swept out the door.

Bully, be gone…

But first?

Hear me roar!

Reviews

[Dane Osborne]

Deep and powerful s**t The long length actually gives it a kick and makes the flow more intense.

[MuSe Ampoule]

This is an excellent fast paced, rocket propelled slam. I love the high speed movement here!!!
"Trying to defuse
Their hatred.
Paying dues in their boo’s
Taboos by the twos
I was
Missing my muse." Wickedly awesome

and
"I am
Certainly flawed
But my flaws are my beauty
Nothing less, nothing more.
Bully, be gone…
I hear you no more
Your words are unwelcome
Swept out the door.
Bully, be gone…
But first?
Hear me roar!" This is a great wrap up to this piece.

[Melanie Jane Boicourt S..]

Love this so much!!! Awesome. I could totally see it being performed. Very nice job.

[Nik Dendera]

Nice! Wicked, quick fire snappy pizazz! Excellent rhyme, wording, really slaps you in the face with it's sarcastic cynicism.

Great message, too, easy to relate to (for me, personally) Really loved how you've written this because it isn't self pitying-waaaay too much of that about these days. I look at this a massive middle finger to everyone-and one you should be proud of!

Really set me up for that and not many poems do that for me :)