Peer Pressure, Identity, and Acceptance
Just not fitting in
Where's those people?
Is there anyone like me?
Am I supposed to be like them?
Just not fitting in
I want acceptance they don't want me
They want me to compromise
This isn't who I am
Who am I anyways?
It's only temporary.... right?
I can't lose myself cause I'm....well I'm me
I need acceptance they're like a distant dream
They're staring right through me
They're speaking to me out of sympathy
They see through my act
They see.... no they couldn't
Who are they anyways?
I guess I'll call them..... well, they're friends
They're all I got
I crave acceptance
The pangs of loneliness
No it's not that
Not quite
As much as I crave acceptance
I think deep down
I don't want to have to change
I think deep down
If I could speculate about myself
Deep down I want to be me
But who.... who am I? I can't remember or maybe....
Maybe there's nothing to remember
Just fitting in
Has changed me
Where can I get real acceptance
Would anyone just care about me even knowing that I was me?
I can't even love me, I don't want to feed me, I don't want to help me
Why would they?
Is there anyone who'd just want me, even if they knew it was me?
Acceptance
It's not just a commodity, it's a necessity
So I found acceptance
It took my life but I'd gladly give it up again
It's better that I no longer live
Well in the my old definition of life
This.... this is life
It's acceptance
I found acceptance with the one I deserved it from the least
Someone I never did anything for
One of my greatest enemies
That's why this acceptance
This forgiveness
This love
Changed me
From the inside
Out
I think I found part of me, I must show my friends
Or that's what I thought
Because the cruel reality of the world is that it
Denies us that one thing that we need to survive that one thing we crave
Acceptance
When I told them He loved me
I lost what little friends I did have
But I have more than I've had
Because I have
Acceptance
poem by David Knox
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No One Questioned the Reek
When behavior they 'then' expressed,
Was not addressed...
But to some questionable?
Those of responsibility could have stood up,
To the plate.
No one did this.
But many bit down to chew!
And...
Instead,
An appreciation for that was shown.
With a bowing to lower eyes and heads.
Mixed signals were sent.
And deceit and devilment...
Were given carte blanche signals,
Not to slow down with caution...
But to move like blinded bulls,
Charging through halls...
Where precious crystal and china were used.
And no one confused a 'no' with a 'go'!
In fact...
Honors were given.
And some medals bestowed.
Some folks were given carte blanche signals.
For more of this to be exposed.
And it showed.
And they did...go!
Taking 'everything' with them,
To an humongous cellpool!
A deepened hole...
Where rooms were added.
And pretensions glowed!
With a renovation to extend the existing stench.
Guests were invited and asked to adorn masks.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
And it did!
No one hid.
Deceit was done,
And everyone told...
Their bigger 'fibs'.
But...
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
And it did!
No one hid.
Deceit was done,
And everyone told...
Their bigger 'fibs'.
And...
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned the reek.
It was as if an acceptance grew.
No one questioned.
No one questioned.
No one questioned the reek.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Is Joy
Love is joy, love is acceptance –
accepting my loved one, in total
acceptance of Rudi, of everything
he does, feels, thinks, I feel joy,
and the most amazing thing is –
he accepts me also! It is beyond
description, how it is possible for
him to accept me as I am? I’ve
been waiting for orders to change,
convinced that sometime I should
become a better person, but Rudi
likes ME, it’s flabbergasting, how
can it be? I thought one should
change to accommodate your
mate, I didn’t know what to change
into, was waiting for directions,
checking expectations – and all
I have received is confirmation,
total acceptance from my loved
one – yet I have read that there
is no such thing as unconditional
love, I’m still waiting for the
conditions to come, I’ll love you
if… and there is none! Love to
me is joy, total acceptance and
joy, singing with the birds,
swimming with the fishes, laughing
with a loved one, loving his warmth,
adoring his smile, seeking explosions
in sensations and bubbling emotions,
I see Rudi as more than human, he
is an Angel to me…
poem by Louise Tredoux
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Acceptance Threatens the Status Quo
Small towns aren't the only places...
Where acceptance is regarded,
As difficult as learning a foreign language.
And spoken although despised...
By those noncomformists criticized,
And labelled to provoke...
As mavericks.
Acceptance threatens the status quo.
Those folks choosing to maintain unconditional control...
No matter how low the deceptive use of their tactics.
And...
Innovative are those tactics!
Acceptance fosters maturing as well.
Small minds uncomfortable with this process...
Are generally threatened by growth,
And the affects of all signs of intelligence expressed.
This is as evident as the planting of weeds,
To ensure the killing of floral bloom.
And the excitement of the anticipation of it.
This kind of acceptance is an infestation.
And some folks are just as thrilled to manifest the defects!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Acceptance: The Last Stage
I tried to deny it and reason
But I could only do so for a season
I could not see past my dreams
It's time to stop to cry and not lament
My idea of our feelings is not set in cement
I'm gonna end the childish screams
I won't fear those words 'just friends'
I'm ready to make amends
They say that acceptance is the last stage
So I'll STAIN mine on this page
I think I'm okay with it now
Don't ask me how
But I'm ready to say
That my love was just a dream, more fleeting than a 24-hour day
My love was just a dream because
Or maybe it never even was...
But this I know: you're only my dream girl in my dreams
Well I'm awake now
After much struggling it seems...
But awake and alive nonetheless
However i must confess
I'd say it's over but then... maybe it never started
So why do I feel broken hearted
But nay! I do not and I'll heal
This won't always be how I feel
I think I've come to accept
That this love I've kept
Is nothing more than an illusion
I suppose it's time to take off the mask
But I must ask
What even remains under?
When i changed so much for her
Not for good, but for bad
If I could be what I want I'd be glad
But who is that?
I already did 'All That I Did'
So even in my acceptance I find a new problem
I guess I must find my identity in the Son
And the One
Who saved me before
But what is under my mask?
I do not know...
And to where.... where shall I go?
Acceptance is the last stage
Now tell me what's after.... what's on the next page......
poem by David Knox
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Acceptance is not a state of passivity or inaction. I am not saying you can't change the world, right wrongs, or replace evil with good. Acceptance is, in fact, the first step to successful action. If you don't fully accept a situation precisely the way it is, you will have difficulty changing it. Moreover, if you don't fully accept the situation, you will never really know if the situation should be changed.
quote by Peter McWilliams
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A Chipped Shoulder
Stop trying to be my friend
I know you're a nice person
Nice people need acceptance
But,
you're barking up the wrong tree
I don't need acceptance
I only need to be liked by me
By Sara Fielder © 2012
poem by Sara Fielder
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Of Acceptance and Compliancy
Acceptance is not the same as compliancy.
Although both definitions suggest flexibility.
Acceptance is done after comprehension comes.
And one compliant seems to be more submissive,
Technically.
With actions that are specific,
To what is defined and made understood.
And one who accepts definitions,
May argue with an understanding...
That attention and answers are expected to be given,
When asked!
With someone 'qualified' to deliver what appeases.
Or no one sleeps!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Passive acceptance of the teacher's wisdom is easy to most boys and girls. It involves no effort of independent thought, and seems rational because the teacher knows more than his pupils it is moreover the way to win the favour of the teacher unless he is a very exceptional man. Yet the habit of passive acceptance is a disastrous one in later life. It causes man to seek and to accept a leader, and to accept as a leader whoever is established in that position.
quote by Bertrand Russell
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Goodbye world
Anger and misery is all I ever seem to bring.
Hatred and anger is what I seem to be making.
Acceptance and understanding was all I wanted.
But acceptance and understanding was never granted.
I wish I knew what I did to deserve all this.
Rape abuse hatred and pain is all I've ever really known.
I never ever wanted any of this.
I never really did seem to fit anywhere in life.
And one thing is for sure I've never belonged.
All I am is someone that nobody wants stuck with.
No one will shed a tear when I'm gone.
That I can belive with out a doubt.
When I am gone.
Every one will be in a moment of gladness.
They will be in a moment of happiness and joy.
All becuase they are rid of the loser that is me.
I'm not sad Im not crying.
It is with relife and happiness that I go.
I go with no regrets, this is the choice I have made.
I could see no other way.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Love and money
God created love and we created money,
and mostly money gets thicker than love
People leave, love for money
and love gets wounded every time you cheat for money
You want it to earn acceptance
and acceptance is nothing, but love
People come and go, love never dies
When you would not be around,
your money would be someone else’s
But the love for you in someone’s heart will follow you up there too
You know it, you want it, but still on the equation of life, money always gets heavy on love,
you deny love for something which can fly with wind, which can be stolen, if not protected, which can not even buy you a heart felt hug..
You deny it for every possible reason and still you want it in the solace of music, on the name of art and theatre…
It is all around you my friend, if only you look beyond the blindfold,
It is all around you, only if you really seek.
poem by Richa Tiwari Joshi
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Acceptance
Accept accept
Acceptance is life.
Without accepting
You can not stand
Without accepting
You can not stay
Without accepting
You go astray.
Accept accept
Acceptance is life.
And everything
Is all right
Everything is OK
Go and enjoy life.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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My Worth I Already Know
I am not one so quick
To pass my friendship around.
Or solicit acceptance
From those with frowns.
I know my feet are planted steadily,
On the ground.
With other clowns!
In pretense.
That this circus lived...
Strains from decadence.
And cheerful smiles,
Should be passed around.
Even if one is feeling down.
No!
Uh-huh.
I am not one so quick
To pass my friendship around.
Or solicit acceptance
From those with frowns.
No!
Uh-huh.
No plastic mask,
Will I snap on fast.
Just to convey...
Others find me 'okay'.
No!
Uh-huh.
Not me.
I'm not willing to release my peace...
To gain that kind of entry!
Not to pay a fee,
To be found worthy.
My worth...
I already know!
And it is freed of masquerade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am a sculpture
I am sculptor and I sculpt all day
To make a man, a corresponding man, resembling those who were first
The zenith brought us light, brought us food
The zenith brought us heartache a broken charm not soothed
I am a sculptor and I sculpt all day
Carving, sculpting bits of common
It looks fashionable, it’s like ordinary
It looks like a conventional man, he will be popular
Ten English men
Ten English women
Everybody is cool
Everybody is true
Wearing the same clothes
As the sculpture wears to
Battle the outsiders their animals
Raging pit bulls with chains
Look they have a different face
Let’s us murder them a great golden genocide race
The battle passed
And so did the time
But one thing changes and changes and changes and changes and changes and changes
The sculpture really enjoyed their style
He had new clothes
He had acceptance
Battle the outsiders their animals
Unwanted souls shaken from their cage
Look they have different accents
Let’s us murder them drag their tongues from their foolish sayings
The battle passed
And so did the time
But one thing changes and changes and changes and changes and changes and changes
The sculpture really liked that accent
He had new sayings
He had acceptance
Battle the outsiders their animals
Loaded guns with reasons to shoot
Look they have different smells
Let’s us murder their nose’s, piecing through, let us destroy these things they do
The battle passed
And so did the time
But one thing changes and changes and changes and changes and changes and changes
The sculpture really liked those smells
He had new scents
He had acceptance
The English gang turned around and witnessed a changing slant
The sculpture had changed but how
That’s cool, that’s it
We need to be like the sculpture is
I am sculptor and sculpt all day
To sculpt a man
An intelligent man
Living life and giving all he can
We can’t undo reality
Were pressed hard down on fast forward
There was never a pure bred
But there still isn’t a pure acceptance head
poem by Joe Taylor
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Acceptance Heals
Acceptance heals!
A willingness to just let go...
To be a part of a natural process,
Reveals an ability to face the truth...
For what it is and means.
Without the need,
Of foolish protective measures.
Some wish to stop to grow.
To direct with a decision...
To have things go their way.
Blocking the experience of a natural adventure.
As if the ticking of a clock,
Depends on a decision made.
Since time itself...
Is a creation of man.
And where man stands...
Has nothing to do,
With the evolution of nature.
And nature awaits...
Such dictates!
Acceptance heals!
A willingness to just let go...
To be a part of a natural process,
Reveals an ability to face the truth...
For what it is and means.
Without the need,
Of foolish protective measures.
And those foolish protective measures,
Keeps a wounded mind...
With no peace to find.
Acceptance heals.
Like one's faith,
Eliminates...
A stunted life that wastes away,
In anticipation to have a stubbornness validated.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Excluded
Excluded.
And,
With an acceptance of it.
No wish is there lingering,
To be exclusively included.
With an invitation,
Third party given.
With an expression of an oversight.
How many times can one be disrespected,
Before the thoughtless act of it...
Dawn upon the minds of those,
Revealing themselves to be not so bright.
Those days celebrating with those with dimmed lights...
No longer excite,
A glimmer of a wish to have conversation.
On any level of shallow.
Excluded.
And,
With an acceptance of it.
No wish is there lingering,
To be exclusively included.
With an invitation,
Third party given.
Or is there any desire,
To be involved at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God-Centric, For Celeste
God-Centric,
the journey
of a pure heart,
unashamed to question,
not afraid of the answers,
or lack of answers.
from the Bible God of youth,
to the land of doubt and hope,
to an understanding of the Presence,
and the calm acceptance of It's abiding.
to a knowing
of the formless
behind the forms,
to a seeing
of the many faces
of God,
each validated by love.
to a belief,
in a love beyond understanding,
and an acceptance of the wonder,
believing there is more.
sacredness,
without a need for 'righteous judgement'
holiness,
and a human being being human,
and respecting the paths
of all true seekers.
her story brings peace, and hope...
read the book!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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With Acceptance As If Selected
Too convenient has been made a dropping that exists,
Of one's responsibilites on the shoulders of others...
To allow and permit.
Too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
And too convenient are agreements,
Deciding to this.
With a leaving those in silence,
If they choose to resist.
Too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
And too convenient are agreements,
Deciding to this.
With acceptance...
As if selected.
Too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
Of one's responsibilites on the shoulders of others...
To allow and permit.
Just too convenient has it been made,
To do this and dismiss.
And too convenient are agreements,
Deciding to this.
With acceptance...
As if selected.
With a giving up of time as if no one should mind.
And with acceptance...
As if selected.
With a giving up of time as if no one should mind.
And with acceptance...
As if selected.
With a giving up of time as if no one should mind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You are where you've been
You are where you've been.
Deciding that time would wait.
As you marinated in indecision.
You are where you've been.
Seeking the same acceptance,
As if this was a confirming reception.
You are where you've been.
Catching up with a made up mind...
Finding that times have changed.
You are where you've been.
And there is absolutely nothing,
That has remained the same.
And you giving in to what has begun,
Will not bestow upon you a patience...
From those empathetic with explanations,
Slowly participating in a show and tell.
That bling side of life you liked and kept polished...
Has been blemished by those ideals,
You hung onto too long.
And the fading of those times are gone.
You are where you've been.
Deciding that time would wait.
As you marinated in indecision.
You are where you've been.
Seeking the same acceptance,
As if this was a confirming reception.
You are where you've been.
Catching up with a made up mind...
Finding that times have changed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As If You Were A Window With Dust And Smudges On It
You perceive everything you do,
As a prerequisite of acceptance by others.
Don't you?
No matter what it is,
You edit it as approved.
Even lieing to yourself,
You believe should be forgven.
And your dishonesty charaded,
Others should receive without debate or hesitation.
Well,
I have been healed from any wounds.
Deliberately afflicting my mental stability.
And I don't allow either those conscious,
Or those protecting their unconsciousness.
The opportunity to reflect the disrespect,
They have for themselves up in my face.
I know my self worth and earned value obtained.
You?
Perceive everything you do,
As a prerequisite of acceptance by others.
Me?
I live in this neighborhood.
But I am not of it.
And that is a choice.
Not a sacrifice.
And I am certainly not going to define,
How I wish to be treated.
By those who wouldn't have a clue,
Of what a comprehending of respect means.
Your insecurities wont open that gate.
And I don't want to have your ego believe me to be angry.
Or bitter.
OR any of those things you'd like to repeat to your friends.
I just want to make this clear to you face to face.
On a one on one.
The backstabbing you've done to me.
I've been aware of it.
But the pushing of my buttons,
To allow a squeezing more of a forgiveness from me to you done.
Is no longer here for you to do as in days gone to forget.
I see through you,
As if you were a window with dust and smudges on it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sister Blister
You and me were cut from the same cloth
It seems to some we famously get along
But you and me are strangers to each other
Cuz you and me: competitive to the bone
Such tragedy to trample on each other with how much weve endured
With the state this land is in
You and me feel joined only by gender
We are not all for one and one for all
Sister blister we fight to please the brothers
We think their acceptance is how we win
Theyre happy were climbing over each other
To beg the club of boys to let us in
You and me estranged from the mother
You and me have felt impotent in our skin
You and me have taken it out on each other
You and me disloyal to the feminine
Such a pity to disavow each other with how far weve come
With how strong weve been
You and me are on this pendulum together
You and me with scarcity still fueling
Sister blister we fight to please the brothers
We think their acceptance is how we win
Theyre happy were climbing over each other
To beg the club of boys to let us in
We may not have priorities same
We may not even like each other
We may not be hugely anti-men
But such a cost to dishonor a sister
You and me have made it harder for the other
We forget how hard separatism has been
You and me we can help change their minds together
You and me in alignment until the end
Sister blister we fight to please the brothers
We think their acceptance is how we win
Theyre happy were climbing over each other
To beg the club of boys to let us in
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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