Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ I USED to be an angry Poet... ❯ Not Polite ( Chapter 18 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Summary: Some people... **shakes head** FYI, I wrote this one day when I was waiting to be called to the mic and observed some rude things. I was irritated and it'll show.

Rating: T
Genre: Um...good question.

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Not Polite

by iloveanimecartoons

Original September 9, 1997

Revision July 22, 2008

Here's a poem about shit I see everyday

It seems that non-politeness is “The American Way”

Example One—see if you agree with me, a'ight?

Example One: talkin' on children who ain't polite

The same Bae Bae kids who can't sit still

Who jump seat to seat and stand at will

Won't give a seat to the elderly who can't scarcely walk right

Now, you tell me—is that shit polite?

Example Two: this applies to adults as well as kids

who'll say stuff outlandish but never think twice about what they did

They tease, gawk and laugh at any individual

then laugh like it's hilarious—that mentality is bullshit

with your “quick wit”

but no mind power behind it

Never stopping to think of the person they're fucking with

Like their crackin's a gift and I'll tell you no lie

One day, that quick tongue might make your ass go goodbye

You'll talk wrong to the wrong one and, just like naps to dreads

Someone might get offended and put a piece to your head

(which never would've happened if you stopped to think, “Man, I ain't right.”)

Example Three of what's not polite:

A girl at the club trying to get her dance-on

With a bright pink top and a bright orange thong

Under a clear plastic outfit, getting dissed from afar

By a pervert staring steady at her ass from the bar

Which is a complex situation; let me break down just why

Lady's flaunting her body, dude at the bar just unzipped his fly

She's gyrating, he's masturbating—to some, this could offend

He steps to her and gets slapped; they're both wrong in the end

Not to defend what she did or how he's portrayed

But a ho and a pervert will always get played

Last and final, our last example—that's Example Four

In a relationship—can you hear me?—you should think honestly

Don't go lying, cheating and running the streets

Give your woman QT and know when to give space

Love is not to be harsh and love isn't a race

Take the time to be real and you should be okay

Well, that's my theory of love and politeness, anyway

Well, “Encore!” says my brain—okay, one more example

I know chillin', paying attention, at times, can be a handful

But respecting the mic is so important to me

Can't you see what a loud crowd does to poetry?

It distorts and resorts folks to stutter and skip…and, basically, sound like shit

Over lines designed to have the crowd pause and feel it

All the newcomers, I give you much props—y'all are brave!

And I hope that, with understanding, the crowd'll behave

And that is my rhyme—mercy, I just made it, alright?

I hope you heard me and felt me and my poem `Not Polite'