Suck Me Down
Category: Writing and Poetry
Suck Me Down

They walked into my home
As if they owned the place
As fury and disappointment
Went to war upon my face

And neither cried defeat
It was really no big deal…
I landed on my feet
As I always have and will

They think they know the way
And that I should then affirm
But I won’t define myself
In such unbecoming terms

For the truth has made them ugly
Complacent and decayed
With a misery which eclipses
Their power to persuade

There are no things which they own
Which I wish to possess
…No beliefs, no trains of thought
That has proven much success

And my over-polished politesse
Is a corroded safety fuse
As they speak to me in tones of which

My own mother wouldn’t use

…They are like beggars trying to sell
Hotel rooms to a maid
Wide-eyed and wondering why
I remain entirely unswayed

You smug and shallow undercurrents
Only wish to suck me down…
But trust… I’ll still be swimming
After all of you have drowned




© 2004 Porchlight Poetry




If I could give the world one piece of advice, it would be this: Do not fear other people. Their weapons against you are more smoke and mirrors than substance. There are people who will try to diminish, discredit and disrespect you. But life has taught me one thing, and of that one thing I am irrevocably convinced: For every person that tries to take you down, there are five others who will help you back up. Make no mistake about it.




I wrote “Suck Me Down” several years ago, when my “zero-tolerance-for-abuse” friendship (and family) policy was in its beginnings. I understand now that there is a thin line between tolerance and tyranny… and that peace of mind is more valuable than any relationship… so now when things turn toxic, I sever ties~ regardless of what’s “at stake”.




This approach seems savage, but it isn’t. It’s severity pales in contrast to the afflictions on self-respect that result from allowing slanderous, deprecating demeanors into your environment~ and this personal “zero tolerance” policy has awarded me more empowerment than I would have wished on a shooting star for. I now realize that it is a responsibility we have to ourselves to terminate abuse and mistreatment, regardless of how high the “offender’s” position on the totem poles of our lives. You get one shot at life. None of us has time for negative game-playing and petty battles for power. Let the world worry about itself. Harness your own power and you will rule whatever territory you claim. That’s a promise.