The joke

by Brenda   Mar 1, 2016


I am a joke
amongst your friends
aren't I?
The fat girl you bang,
the one you text
after last call
when your fumbled
attempts
to accompany
the hot blonde
you had plied with drinks
all night
had failed...
I was the one
good enough
to grope in the dark,
to gain your release.
All that pent up testosterone,
a means to an end...
There's lots of us
out there,
sad, lonely,
not stunning
in anyone's eyes.
Willing to do
just about anything
to feel like something
knowing the whole time
that same person
whispering sweet nothings
hotly into our ears
wouldn't be caught dead
on the streets
with us...
I'm a joke,
I know this,
I accept this,
I swallow this pain,
and keep
taking your texts...

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  • 8 years ago

    by DarkLight

    This is so sad.
    I wont lie and say I do relate to such situation but I have seen it happen.
    It's annoying and pathetic behavior which every human being should never have to go through.

    • 8 years ago

      by Brenda

      Thank you so much! I totally agree with you about how annoying and pathetic us humans can be. We really are not so nice at times. It would be wonderful if we could just accept our fellow human instead of placing beauty as the norm.

  • 8 years ago

    by AngelaLuisaCory

    This made me feel SO sad - you are not a joke - no-one is and there is beauty in everyone. You have to look at what and who you are and appreciate the beauty of you - you have to grow to love yourself for all the fantastic things you are - and then nothing but good will come your way. Superficial people then will not matter at all - we all deserve the best - beauty shines through the eyes but comes from within - that's what true beauty is.

    • 8 years ago

      by Brenda

      Awww, thank you so much! It did take me a long time to really love myself. We are our worse enemy and we always see our flaws vs our good things. This poem was written with that in mind and so many of us have done things we aren't proud of. Society puts such a high priority on being beautiful and perfect instead of embracing how really awesome we really are just as we are. Thank you for your kind words.

  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Brenda,

    What a terribly sad piece of work and one that left me teary, for God's sake woman!

    I do not know if this is literal, but no, you are certainly not a joke. Unfortunately, the content of this is undeniably true too often and it always seems to be the women that come off looking - but more importantly - feeling bad. But it is the men in these situations that are 'the joke' - unworthy of any attention from anyone.
    But, as your poem states, when you are sad and lonely and don't feel good about yourself, you will do anything just to 'feel like someone' - unfortunately, this is the unfortunate conundrum: it's by seeking a bit of physical intimacy with these kinds of people that heighten the problem; short term release, maybe, but another damning blow to your confidence when you realise you are just a last ditch call, as it were.

    The world is so incredibly and sadly superficial that most of us suffer because of it: Most men aren't six feet plus, muscle-bound, sword-wielding heroes, and most women aren't tall, tanned, busty sex symbols - unfortunately, society makes people feel terrible when we don't live up to these ridiculous standards......

    All the very best, Brenda and take care,
    Ben

    • 8 years ago

      by Brenda

      Ben, Thank you so much! No, this poem wasn't literal but it was written with the thought of all of us having done something we weren't proud of. You are right about society in a whole expecting all of us to be these "perfect" images and frankly we aren't. But that's ok, I'd rather be me than some carbon copy of what society thinks I should be.

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