Trapped in a Toxic Environment

Like an animal in a cage,

Poked, prodded,

Feeling others’ rage,

Trapped,

There’s no escape,

From the toxic hate,

Bystanders content to follow,

The bullies like sheeple,

Poison you must swallow,

From bullies and fake people,

No chance of flight

Doors slammed shut and locked,

You must prepare to fight,

Because all exits are blocked,

Nowhere to go,

Life tells you no,

Cornered like a frightened dog,

With other’s issues you’re bogged,

Between a rock and hard place,

You must stare them in the face,

There’s no escape,

From the hate,

In a toxic environment,

Where everyone is violent

A Feeding Frenzy

About 200 beasts hungrily stood in line to get their pound of flesh.
The first time they saw me they envisioned meat so succulent and fresh.

As they rooted and feasted on my frail body they locked their jaws so rough.
The bloody, meaty pieces were so addictive they couldn’t get enough.

With bottomless pits, they came back for more, more, and more still.
No matter how much flesh they took, they could never get their fill.

As they looked at me from their desks with fire and brimstine in their eyes.
They salivated, smacking their lips and licking their chops and they did rise.

To the occasion.
In anticipation.

Their eyes narrowed into little slits as they bore their stained-pink teeth at me.
But although they’d sink them deeper into my jugular, my death wasn’t to be.

They smelled the fear and lusted after my blood as they anticipated.
This wolf pack stayed ravenous and were never close to satiated.

The brutal kill and resulting feast they desired but could never quite attain.
Because they could never be satisfied with even the maximum amount of pain.

These vampires, they desired to suck the lifeblood from my body until there was no more left.
Only of my life-giving blood, they could never quite leave me bereft.

So they couldn’t resist nor get enough of it’s sweet but metallic taste.
They couldn’t rip and tear severely enough, so their energy they’d only waste.

They couldn’t get enough of the deliciousness of the raw meat of power.
So in their discontent they’d sit and in bitterness they would glower.

While grinding their boot heels into the back of my neck.
In their evil favor, they had to work feverishly to stack the deck.

But surprise, I survived and my body’s gaping wounds did close and heal.
My precious life’s blood those vampires could never completely steal.

I finally escaped my evil predators and began to grow stronger.
Under their dirty, nasty, grubby paws I remained trapped no longer.

The near-fatal, bleeding wounds they inflicted soon turned to scars.
But you see? The scars bullies inflict can help you reach the stars.

“You Can’t…”

Bullies say you’ll never prevail

They repeat that you’ll always fail

“You can’t do this, and you can’t have that”

Be careful or their words will lay you flat

They say, “Try as you might but it’s no use”

That no matter what you do, you’ll forever lose

That winning is something you’ll never do

That success is for anyone who isn’t you

Turn toward them and their words a deaf ear

Replace their words with words of cheer

Then you’ll surpass them by leaps and bounds

And drown out the yelps of those mangy hounds

You’ll leave them behind to drown in distress

As you climb and reach the pinnacle of success

The Empowered Target

You drummed your propaganda into my head

You attempted to fill me full of fear and dread

You thought you’d forever put me to sleep

By filling my ears with your words so cheap

But I eventually stirred, yawned, and awoke

Eventually released myself from your yoke

Got rid of your anchor and changed my berth

On that blessed day when I realized my worth

Into my life great blessings began to flow

Fresh blessings and opportunities knocked at my door

I transcended your pettiness

I scoffed at your wretchedness

Rose above your abuse

This battle I didn’t lose

Your pathetic attempts to project

No longer have their previous effect

I smirk at your buffoonery

I laugh at your douchebaggery

I scoff at your attempts to verbally batter

Because your views no longer matter

Do what you say you’ll do if you dare

What you’re going to do, I don’t care

Poem About Girls and Women Victimized and Made Voiceless by Current Culture

“But I’m a woman,” he claims just before sauntering into the girl’s bathroom,

As I stand in the mirror to refresh my lip gloss, over and behind me, he’ll loom,

Then he’ll grab me, forcibly placing his hand over my mouth to stifle my scream,

This can’t be, I can’t believe this is happening because it seems like a bad dream,

He aggressively drags me kicking into the bathroom stall as I try to struggle free,

He’s too strong, his crushing grip too tight, he has overwhelming power over me,

Dressed like a woman but with the strength of a man, he wrestles me to the floor,

Shame on me, ‘should’ve been more alert, I never saw him come through the door,

He rips open my blouse and fiercely raises my skirt, my body he greedily plunders,

He steals my innocence and strips me of dignity and my most precious wonders,

He’s a thief of a different kind- money, jewelry, material things you can easily replace,

But what he takes from me is something I can never get back, this is so hard to face,

A man dressed in drag with his toothy grin in my face as my virginity he robs,

Lord, Jesus, how many more girls have to end up like me before the insanity stops,

With his hand over my mouth only the tears that flood my eyes can be my outlet,

This can’t be legal but surely someone in power is willing to throw down the gauntlet

As he finishes and stands up I feel robbed, violated, defiled, dirty, tainted, and gross

I’ll never be the same, I’m forever changed, I’m now rotten inside like a withered rose

New laws have emboldened this man and identity politics is the lie of all lies,

But those in power won’t care but only shame me for my tearful cries,

My voice unheard and story untold as society forces me to be quiet about the violence

Lest I risk being labeled trans-phobic I must remain voiceless as I suffer in silence,

In the eyes of society my story is hate speech and if I speak I’ll only be cancelled,

But how long, I ask, how long will we continue to allow our rights to be trampled,

Society says the rights of people who identify as the opposite sex should never end,

But as a girl made victim by of one of these people, where do my rights begin,

The flashbacks, nightmares and feelings of worthlessness will never let me be

Because I was made an easier target by laws and laws are supposed to protect me

To all the women and girls who’ve been in situations like this, lawmakers may not give a thought to what you’ve endured, but know this, we see you, we hear you, and we care!