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    I Am Hated

    This is really supposed to be read out loud.

    (442.) I am hated
    =----------------------------------------------------=
    Red, yellow, brown, black, and white
    They all hate me to the point that I lose sleep at night.
    Why am I hated above all the others?
    Why am I cursed by esse's and brothers?
    Because my life is easier, my house is bigger?
    Because not once in my life have I called a man a ******?
    All truth be told, I'm a ****** in the litteral sense
    I'm a lazy good for nothing worth not even a six-pence
    But I should not feel guilty for oppressions
    I have no secrets to spill out in bloody confessions.
    My ancestors were bastards of men
    The injustices they made people suffer, I don't know where to begin
    The black man slaved over land not of his own
    Grew crops he did not want grown
    All for the white man and his greater cause
    But stop for a moment and pause

    If we are the white devil then what are you?
    Who's suffered most, I forget; Blacks, whites, maybe a Jew?
    I have suffered nothing compared to the pain that of those before me
    Slaves who lived there whole lives full of dreams but died unfree
    Jewish people who watched as their closest friends were shot at point blank in front of their face
    All because of the Aryan race.
    Maybe it's the hispanics who come accross the border in hopes of feeding their family for one more winter
    Only to be called an economic splinter
    Has he no more rights than the man that stands before you all today?
    Is it not just as important what he has to say?
    We all whine about injustices done
    Civilians must be lost for any wars to be won
    The orphans of war that carry out their mothers dying wish
    That shattered all so quickly when they're sisters are raped and killed in front of them with a sickening squish
    He thinks he let down his mother
    Yet I complain that I am being blamed by a brother
    For things that my ancestors did that did not bloody my hand
    So why should I always carry this brand?
    I know that no matter how bad that my life may become
    I still live in a house and not in a slum
    I have food in my stomach, and family by my side
    From no totalinarinists do I hide
    I am an American, born and raised
    Scolded for acts that never were praised
    I want no pity, I already have guilt
    For I live on land that your ancestors built; correction OUR ancestors built
    So I ask not for forgiveness I ask that you think
    Who suffered the most; you, or the people whose lives were taken away in a blink?
    Grow!

    #2
    Re: I Am Hated

    I had a terribly hard time reading that aloud.
    "Mindless killing doesn't do a lot for me anymore." - Sampson

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      #3
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      You're too focused on making it rhyme, and I think that detracts from the intensity you were looking for.

      I did like this line:
      My ancestors were bastards of men
      Eat Smello.

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        #4
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        I thought some of the african american references were rather rude, and not sure how that got by but anywho. Yeah you tried to rhyme to much and not keep a rhythm pattern. It's hard to read rhymes that don't have a good flow to them.
        Everything is a Riemann sum of a lot of nothing.

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          #5
          Re: I Am Hated

          Red, yellow, brown, black, and white
          all hate me so, I lose sleep at night.
          Why am I hated above all the others?
          Why am I cursed by esse's and brothers?
          Because my life is easier, my house bigger?
          Because not once in my life have I called one a ******?
          Truth be told, I'm a ****** in the literal sense
          I'm a lazy good for nothing, worth less than six-pence
          But I should not feel guilty for these oppressions
          I've no secrets to spill in bloody confessions.
          My ancestors were bastards of men
          Injustices, suffering, where to begin
          The black man slaved over land not his own
          forced to grow crops he didn't want grown
          All for the white man and his greater cause
          But stop for a moment, recollect, and pause.

          If we are the white devil then what are you?
          Who knows who suffered most; Blacks, whites, maybe a Jew?
          I've suffered nothing beside those before me
          Slaves filled with dreams but died unfree
          Jews who watched their loved shot at point blank in front of their face
          All because of the Aryan race.
          Hispanics border-hopping to feed their families one more winter
          Only to be called an economic splinter
          Has he no more rights than I who stand before you today?
          Is it not just as important what he has to say?
          We all whine about injustice done
          Civilians must be lost for wars to be won
          Orphans of war carry out their mother's dying wish
          shattered too quickly when their sisters are raped and killed before them wiith a sickening squish
          He thinks he has let down his mother
          Yet I complain that I'm being blamed by a brother
          For things that my ancestors did that didn't bloody my hand
          So how came I to be cursed with this brand?
          No matter how bad my life may become
          I still live in a house, not a slum
          Food in my stomach, family by side
          From no totalitarian I hide
          I am an American, born and raised
          Scolded for acts that never were praised
          I want no pity, I have my guilt
          For I live on the land that OUR ancestors built.
          So I ask not for forgiveness, but that you think
          Who suffered most: you, or the lives stolen in a blink?



          Since I've never dissected and added my REAL two-cents worth to one of your poems, this seemed a great opportunity. There were several lines that were just too hard to maneuver around and shorten.

          I know that you don't care about all the nitpicky rules that supposedly comprise great poetry, and I'll be first to admit, neither do I. You don't have to follow any rules at all to have a poetic work that poetically works, but this thing, read silent or out loud, was garrish and hard to follow through with the lines because they were so erratic and uneven.

          I like the idea, and the bastards of men line is pretty good, but for the most, I have no desire to read it again, as it was taxing on me to follow.
          "Mindless killing doesn't do a lot for me anymore." - Sampson

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            #6
            Re: I Am Hated

            It's already the name of a Slipknot song.

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              #7
              Re: I Am Hated

              I really don't like how you follow up a long, syllable filled verse with a shorter one that rhymes with it. It really makes the second line seem static, fast paced, and coming out all of a sudden...

              Jewish people who watched as their closest friends were shot at point blank in front of their face (21)

              All because of the Aryan race (9)
              Right there, you write out a 21 syllable line and follow it up with a brief (in comparsion) line that has a total of 9 syllables. It would sound tons better, IMO, if the first line had less syllables than the 2nd line of the rhyme and if you trimmed off some from the second line to make it a better pairing.

              IE-

              All because of the Aryan race, (9)

              Jewish people watched close friends shot point blank in front of their face (15)
              9 and 15 is still a bit strecthed out and an odd pairing, but you should get the idea.

              I've made it a point to, while end rhyming, always have the top of the pair shorter in syllable count than the one under it or following it. I think it comes off as being more smooth sounding and giving off a good lead.

              However, I think if you want to have long and elaborated lines, you should consider free verse instead of focusing (as Nixon pointed out) on making every line rhyming with it's predecessor.
              Last edited by jvrlopez; 07-11-2005, 06:31 PM.

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                #8
                Re: I Am Hated

                Well the thing is, this sounds A LOT better when spoken. It looks horrible in text in my opinion but it sounds wonderful when spoken aloud. Otherwise I agree with everything you're saying. Yes Glueme, it is hot all the time in Mexico.
                Grow!

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                  #9
                  Re: I Am Hated

                  I don't think it flows very well, either way it's read. Everything sounds to forced.
                  Last edited by Caciss; 07-11-2005, 10:27 PM.

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                    #10
                    Re: I Am Hated

                    I read it out loud several times in different ways, and maybe I just can't read it right, but it was frustrating to read, and there are many words that jumble the tongue when you try to read it. 'Injustices' comes to mind as a word that did not fit anywhere in the entire thing.
                    "Mindless killing doesn't do a lot for me anymore." - Sampson

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                      #11
                      Re: I Am Hated

                      Reading the previously mentioned line out loud sounded something like this-

                      Jews who watched blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blahAll because of the Aryan race.

                      Don't get me wrong, it's well written but just doesn't flow right when read or come off the tounge correctly when read aloud.

                      You probably have a certain way of reading of seeing as you wrote it.

                      I mean, hell, I could read it aloud in Ben Stein's voice and it still wouldn't sound as you intended, I bet.

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                        #12
                        Re: I Am Hated

                        Ever watch Def Jam Poetry? Read it like they would, random, rushed at times, and very slow at others. It's just the way I read it that makes it sound nice. I don't know what to say, this is a horrible reading poem, yes, but it sounds quite well when read aloud.....I guess by only me. Go comment on my other poems, they're meant to be read. lol
                        Last edited by altoecko; 07-11-2005, 10:36 PM.
                        Grow!

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                          #13
                          Re: I Am Hated

                          REKORD IT!!!!!!!!!!

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                            #14
                            Re: I Am Hated

                            even better, RECORD IT!

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                              #15
                              Re: I Am Hated

                              I think some things could be shortened easily
                              like

                              Jewish people -> Jews

                              Some things are too long and are difficult to recite.
                              The constant rhyming seems to hurt the flow.

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