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Saturday, December 18, 2004
Curse this heart of mine,
posted by Unknown @ 6:35 PM
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Battle cry of the Invisible Loser
Exposed in humiliation, Mocked in deliberation, The life of a loser is not one of fame, But yet the stereotype is infamous. You know them by their features, Recognize the lack of social airs, They could be the ugly duckling, Or the tubby two by four, They could be the soft spoken, Or the stammering, or the loner. But what about the loser, That no one seems to see? The unconventional loser, That doesn't fit the looser scene? The people that look 'normal' The ones who vocalize themselves well, The people who seem to have self confidence, And look like they have their lives together. You think I have not described a loser at all, That description does not fit the definition, You think I have made a mistake, But please wait while I give an explanation. You see the people I am describing here, Does not fit in with their proper peers. The people who have been left out, Left behind of the loser distinction, You see loser, like any other stereotype, Starts as an attitude, which comes from deep within. So if have not caught on, If you do not understand, The loser I am describing here, Is of the invisible brand. You cannot see us, Because it is hidden so well, But it is not on our invisibility On which we would like to dwell. The time has come for us to fight, Against the normal title that we bear. We would to known for who we are, And claim the stereotype that is rightfully ours. Our humilation is our own secret, our mockery is our own shame. The life of an invisible loser is not one of fame, nor even one that is recognized. Rise up invisible losers and identify yourselves, come claim your title that is your own. Rise up and fight against the image of popularity, self assurance, or having it all together. Rise up all those who have lucked out in life, messed up, or been messed over. Rise up all you who seem courageous and strong, and show yourself for who you are. Rise up all ye invisible losers, and shout out your battle cry. posted by Unknown @ 6:07 PM |
Poetry has always been, at least for me, an outlet of honest expression. Our perspectives often become blurred by our circumstance and the difference between what is truth and what is merely what we feel can sometimes become difficult to determine. But poetry is a sweet expression of us trying to comprehend the world around us, trying to comprehend life, circumstance, emotion. It can be theraputic, it can be freeing, it can date a period in our lives, and it can give others a glimpse of us that they may have never seen. So share a poem, send me your story, give me a picture (I'll do my best to put it on), send it to godsbutterfli@gmail.com; share your honest expression here, and tell me no lies. Links
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