My mind is a dangerous tool
Believe me it is no mind of a fool
I can be rich, I can be poor
I can be who I want, when I choose to be.
I can be spontaneous, or be a bore.
I can be blind or choose to see
You for who you are, what you are
Where you’re coming from & where you’re going.
I can choose to be entirely honest,
You won’t like that.
I can think, fuck that, fuck you.
If you could, you would
Walk over me, shit all over me
Manipulate me or make me beg.
You’d make me squirm, make me second guess myself.
Make me feel that I’m no good or not good enough.
Attempt to assassinate my character, belittling me so you can stand tall.
Talk, keep talking. You see me looking right?
I listen but also filter,
Filter the bull you feed my ears, my mind is aware.
It will not allow you to draw me into a sense of false comfort.
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Author:
CJ Tones (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 2nd, 2011 22:31
- Comment from author about the poem: This goes out to all the humble, passionate, smart, strong people out thre who have faced people(pricks) that dont know you and judge you based on a minor almost irrelevant issue trying to make themselves feel big and you small when in fact they are really the small ones and you're the bigger man for not getting physically aggresive towards them. The bigger man is the one who know he can beat you down but walks away, wiser. No-one is a fool, everyone can bring something different to the table. This was written around early January last year.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments1
It is fascinating, rather like throwing down the gauntlet......I dare not pick it up.
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