Saturday, 24 September 2016

Wasted Energy? (September 21, 2016)

Don't understand
Why you need
To prove
Your manhood
In this way.

As you drive by
Shouting out
Various Homophobic
Racial
Or transphobic slurs.

Are you
So insecure
And scared
You need 
To belittle others?

As you drink
Your favourite brand
Of liquid courage.

Before 
Getting behind
The steering wheel.

A rite of passage
Many people experience
Growing up.

Call me
A hopeless dreamer.

Believing
You'll change
Your juvenile ways.

Maturing
From a pathetic man-child
To a responsible adult.

One hopes.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: Another poem written, in the wee hours of the night. Damn broken sleep.

9 comments:

  1. Sad, but true. Thanks for your midnight musings.

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  2. There are all too many that never grow up... and you might wonder what scares the man-boys of the world...

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  3. So often it seems bullies as young people grow up into bullies as adults. So many are out there today -- I see them and their nastiness in abundance in the political arena.

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  4. That particular type of consciousness doesnt seem to ever grow up. Well said, Therisa.

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  5. First of all why do you want me to cry every time you cut an onion entering your site when your pieces come up roses???? :-)
    ZQ

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  6. Bullies will be bullies. But yes hope stays alive

    Much love...

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