I didn't want to be discriminated against because of my gender and status. I promised myself I was never going to be treated as a second-class citizen.
quote by Bianca Jagger
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I'm tired of being treated like a second-class citizen.
quote by Rosa Parks
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Simplistic Solutions: Sexual Discrimination Sells
Advertisement companies use sex
(unisex maximizes
gender hormonal appeals)
because sex sells sells sells baby.
Such sweeping statements
are compelling indictments
against civilized society
(supposedly male dominated
but at the lower end of the scale
that’s not a bowl of cherries either baby
- like get real poor men suffer ladies)
and cannot be struck legitimately
from decades past sexual
discrimination extant public records.
People who indiscriminately hate
(their frustrated gendered
class bound inequality position)
need someone else to blame
(for failure or lack of ultimate
effort applied
to all attempts
made in hopes
of attaining success.)
Wrongs individually committed
(by gender / class / race)
are often erroneously judged
(indicted indignantly)
ranted against
an entire gender class
race inappropriately.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Model Citizen
Be an Arab
Be a Jew
Be a boxing
Kangaroo
Beat yourself
All black and blue
I don't care
Be a bleeder
Be a Cancer
A hemophiliac
Romancer
Be a crippled disco
Dancer
Oooh... What a pair
He's a model citizen
I think I've got them fooled them again
He's an ultra-sweety guy
And a master of disguise
He's a model citizen
Just keep believing that my friends
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm an all American!!!
I'm a hostage
In a city of creeps
They've got mercenary guards
That watch me sleep
They'd like to kill me slow
Bury me deep
In the heart of Texas
I'm a martyr
I'm a sadist
I might be the Saviour here to save us
I'm a friend of Sammy Davis, casually
He's a model citizen
I think I've got them fooled again
He's an ultra-sweety guy
I won't let down my disguise
He's a model citizen
Just keep believing that my friends
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm an all American
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm an all American
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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No longer should women be denied the right to vote, no longer should women be treated as second class citizens, no longer should women not be allowed to be a citizen at all.
quote by Ginny B. Waite
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First Class Illusion
The only true crime.
The one true appalling crime.
When living with; one status
demanding deluded woman.
Who thinks believes, she is first class personified?
Who models herself, as perfection pedestal attained?
Who perceives herself, as perfection style glorified?
Is not that she thinks believes,
with need condescending heart.
Her spouse plus everyone else,
are somehow seedy second class.
No absolute unforgivable sin?
Repetition oh too tiresome,
constantly kneading in your face fact;
is being tried condemned; constantly
as condescended to third class.
By a status perceived bigot?
By a woman with no class?
It’s tough living
with an opinionated pinhead.
It’s tough living
with a woman;
with an ultra-inflated ego.
Many women will understand this
women living with male chauvinistic pigs.
Superiority beliefs malice hatred is
neither gender nor nationality exclusive.
Sexism as a male dynamic
is attempt to ward off anxiety theoretically
shame arising from one or
more of four prime sources understood as
unresolved infantile strivings
which induces regressive wishes;
hostile envy of gender women;
oedipal anxiety, Oedipus complex;
(Electra complex, a separate female issue)
lastly power and dependency
conflicts related to masculine self-esteem.
Mothers as primary care givers
are perceived in traditional family
contexts to be more important than fathers
in set development of chauvinism,
regardless resolution is associated with childhood.
It’s tough house trap having
to deal with explosive tantrum
dealing emotional sabotage;
preying upon familiarity;
with fuse personal integrity;
pushing all relationship buttons.
It’s tough partner bound having
an insensitive comfortless spouse
with no sanctuary respecting class.
It’s tough having
a comfortless spouse
with pity no class.
Real beauty is not skin deep.
Real beauty is not shallow cheap.
Real heart of gold is one to keep.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Do not complicate love
No perfume
Only your breath
No questions ask
Your name, sex, gender
Marital status
We just kiss
Make love
Zipless
Then you go
And I go
Your way my way
No questions no answers
Just a memory to tell the next generation
A lecture on how to love and what love is
Zipless, buttonless, beltless, bottomless
Borderless, timeless, colorless,
To love without measure,
There is simply no measure
Love is openness love is naked
To face the lover naked
Is the best truth each can offer
Your way my way
Your way of loving me
My way of loving you
And we tell the next generation
About a love without a name without a gender
Without a marital status
Without shame without rules
Without sin without law
Because love is openness only to feelings
That we must tell to the next generation
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Private religious speech can't be discriminated against. It has to be treated equally with secular speech.
quote by Samuel Alito
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You
You made promises.
You knew you would never keep them.
You made them anyway.
You promised you would never hurt me.
You did.
You promised you would never lie to me.
You did.
You promised to always be there when I needed you.
You weren't.
You promised to never leave.
You left.
You promised to always care about me.
You stopped.
You never should have made promises you knew you wouldn't keep.
You left me here alone.
You made me think.
You made me realize I don't need you.
You may think I do.
You are so wrong.
You left and I let go.
You were important to me, but I've learned to move on.
You will never lie to me again.
You will never hurt me again.
You will never hear my voice.
You will never see my face.
You lost me.
You have to be the one to let go now.
You shouldn't have treated me that way.
You never will again.
You are gone and I've moved on.
poem by Ashley Reese
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In The Art Class
I look around this joyful room,
Amongst the peaceful teens
This is perhaps the only class
Where students are not machines
In the art class they’ll smile
In the art class they’ll yell
In the art class they‘ll be kind
And not raise a hell
Many teachers wonder why this is so
Many teachers wonder where the secret lies
The secret to peaceful teens, which enjoy their work
The secret to the students without depressed cries
The students wonder how they could not get it
How they could not understand
How the teachers don’t realise
That in the art room there are no demands
In the maths class there are complications
In the English room there is language
But in the art room there is only creativity
It is that which students which to salvage
The art teacher is simple and kind
The art teacher doesn’t lecture or scream
The art teacher doesn’t force them to be equal
And make a most horrendous scene
No, in the art class they are not equal
But the differences they admire
They have a writer, a painter and a sculptor
And they have freedom to aspire
Freedom is what the students wish
The students wish to be treated like people
In the art class they are treated as such
In other classes they are believed incapable
The students will always be at peace in the art room
There will be no fights, no pain, and no scorn
The other teachers will wonder what the secret is
But their attempts to find out will always be forlorn
poem by Lenore Lee
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The only change is that baseball has turned Paige from a second class citizen to a second class immortal.
quote by Satchel Paige
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You Promised Me
You promised not to hurt me,
You promised things were fine,
You promised that you loved me,
You promised you were mine.
You promised you meant what you said,
About our future love,
You promised that my heart could soar,
You said I was your dove.
You promised we would always laugh,
At our random lines,
You let me think I trusted you,
That you'd break my confines.
I put all my hope in you,
Because you promised me,
That you were my future,
That you would set me free.
poem by Catherine Mancini
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Sweet Little Jesus Boy
Sweet... little Jesus boy-oy-oy
They made You be born in a manger-er
Swee-ee-ee-eet little Ho-oly chi-i-ld
They didn't know who You were
Didn't know You'd come to save us Lord
To take our sins away
Our eyes were bli-i-ind
And we could not see-ee
We didn't know-ow who-oo You were
A long time ago-o
You were bor-orn in a manger, Lor-ordd
Sweet little Je-esus Boy (Sweet Jesus boy)
Now the world treated You mean, Lor-ord
And it's been treatin' me mean too
But that's how things are done now, yeah-eah (Swee-ee-eet)
We didn't know it was You
You done told us how
And we are a-tryin'
Master, You done showed us how (how-ow-ow)
Even when you were dyin' (when you were dyin')
It just seems like we can't do right (do right)
Look how we treated you, yeah-eah
Please, please, forgive us Lord...
We didn't know it was you
Sweet little Jesus boy-oy (Sweet little Je-esu-us)
Born a long time ago-o
Swee-ee-ee-eet little Holy chi-i-ild
We didn't know who-oo You were
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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The Feeling At 1: 04am,27/11/10
A night of mares
A night of many stares
A night when you appear hopeless
A night you seem helpless
A night you stand to be hapless
When you are treated like a dog
Noisy and best only in barking
When you are treated like a frog
Assummed cold blooded and best only in frowning
When you are treated like a log
Lifeless and best only in sleeping without a feeling
When you are treated like a criminal in the synagogue
Ruthlessly and left decaying
When you are treated myopic as if in fog
half blind and short of seeing
When you are treated as one who can only jog
slow and lame in running
When you are treated like a bog
With no respect, dirty and best only for waste disposing
When you are treated like a dog, a frog, a log, a bog
Will you stop doubting
Will you be a healthy person to be living?
poem by Julius Lenjatin
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The Taming
when younger & full of life,
idealistic with fist in the air,
hell bent on changing the world
with a communicative heart
whose capacity to give &
care for those around her/him
seemed without need to ever
replenish,
the thought that an institution
whose front seemed to be legit,
whose will to instill knowledge in
the population of those willing
seemed pure & true,
never seemed to register.
so onto college went the aspiring
world-changer,
doing all they could to study hard
to be involved in the community
to picket when needed, to protest
when driven, and on and on went
the wonderful world of
hope,
until
graduation.
now the taming came when the
bills started to clock in,
for the job promised by the admin
staff in the human resources dept.
at the college,
just wasn't there, when the student
got out,
so the scramble to climb back up the
tree trunk,
in order to get back in that academic
nest,
began-
but this time, the stress of life on the outside
forced the individual to be scrapping for a
way to pay the rent while also
applying to a grad school &
the new dual distribution of energy
just didn't pan out like it used to,
because the student had been
off the wagon,
so to speak.
in attaining a job to pay the bills,
without health insurance or
permanent status promised,
the lies began to show their face &
the idealistic student now became the
angry individual
whose whole attempt to become a
'better citizen'
had been shown to be an ordeal
not really worth having unless one
wants to be a slave to the loan companies &
therefore, a slave to the established status quo
of indifferent self-struggle,
which became par for the course
when the taming began.
now, without time to get out in the streets,
as there had been,
political motivation to change the world
morphs into a combination of
dissatisfaction with the slow outcomes &
a sense of failure in many different spheres-
now out of the academic loop &
locked into the work force,
the tamed, frustrated,
slave to the system
bows down their head to offer up their mind to the
chopping block &
uncle sam raises up the axe,
until down it comes thrashing
with all the glory of a good, solid,
decapitation.
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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Class, race, sexuality, gender and all other categories by which we categorize and dismiss each other need to be excavated from the inside.
quote by Dorothy Allison
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President Jimmy Carter was a citizen soldier. Ironically, he was considered weak because he didn't kill anybody and he didn't get anyone killed.
quote by Andrew Young
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Steel Citizen
Steel Citizen disappeared on the other side
of the border
and some people thought,
that he was shot to pieces
on the other side of the chop line,
but Steel Citizen was an unconquerable man
and strong like his name
and one day
he just took the road home.
He walked hundreds of kilometres
through the field
and lived from the bush
and didn’t set any landmines off
and one day a hardened man
with a LMG in his hands
and a knife in one of his boots
and a savage beard
walked past me
and his eyes were dead
without any life
and he didn’t want to talk
or wanted anything from me
and just walked on
with bigger steps into the distance.
It was clear that it was Steel Citizen
and that he was fed up with war and death
and more bomb happy than most
and I hope,
that he found his rest somewhere
and are not still
walking along.
[Reference: Chop line= Cleared border line. LMG=> Light machine gun. Bomb happy=> Post traumatic stress disorder.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Plain Citizen Of The Republic
the government for sure
cannot survive without you plain citizen
you are taxed
that is the most certain thing that happens in your life
as plain citizen
of this republic
the property that you own
is subject to confiscation
from womb to tomb
you, plain citizen is bound with a lot of other
responsibilities
you make them rich
and give them power
you let them stay for more
than expected and they all laugh
like mad men
you do not make a stir
on the fold
the law chases you just in case
and the prison cell is crowded
so plain citizen of the republic
be good
lick them
as they suck you
pamper them
as they spare you
plain citizen you sell your right to be king
in this republic
now you sit there
and you will be next!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No, No, No
No!!
Let me take my scarf off,
No, no, no, yes, yes, yes.
Dont help me, (help me)
I can do it and you know it.
Dont touch me, (touch me)
I dont like it.
Let me take my blouse off,
No, no, no, yes, yes, yes.
Dont help me, (help me)
I can do it and you know it.
Dont touch me, (touch me)
I dont like it.
You promised me, you promised me,
You promised me, you promised me.
I dont remember what you promised,
I know you didnt keep it.
Let me take my pants off,
No, no, no, yes, yes, yes.
Dont hold me, (hold me)
I dont want it.
Youre thinking of rock hudson when we do it. (lets do it!)
Let me take my ring off,
No, no, no, yes, yes, yes.
Dont do it, (do it!)
I cant do it,
Im seeing broken glass when we do it. (do it!)
You promised me, you promised me,
You promised me, you promised me.
I dont remember what we promised,
But I know we didnt keep it.
You promised me, you promised me,
You promised me, you promised me.
I dont remember what we promised,
But I miss you!
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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To Address The Transgender
‘He' is for third person male gender.
‘She' is for third person female gender.
‘It' is the third person neutral gender.
What is for third person transgender?
Is that person Sir or Madam?
Is that person Mr., Mrs., or Miss.?
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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