Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsListsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsListsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

November 27 | (you, yes you)

by @luna-wolfe

We think we're so different. because we have piercings                                                   or an iphone/blackberry wear jeans not skirts, skirts not jeans only shop at local markets, only buy the brands eat organic                        or vegan                                            or total junk wash our hair with what's cheap                                                            or environmentally friendly                                                                                                               or not at all because we listen to folk, not rap ska, not rock                                                                       talk a certain way                                                                       or partake in certain hobbies have skin, instead of fur or bark see more colourfully, but have shit nightvision because we have warm blood because we are human. We think that this is individuality, but it's really all a lie. A lie to keep us docile and passive..                                                                                                           To keep us buying shit we don't need,                                                                                                            but making us believe                                                                                                            that we do Guarding us from that destructive                unpredictable                       mother of ours until we don't even think of ourselves as animals anymore. Until we think we're Kings. To be you, you just have to be you. Scratch that. You just have to be Because what is "you" anyway?                                                                      A pronoun                                                                      to keep you                                                                      away from me                                                                      and we                                                                      and us                                                                                                         together. To force you into the lie of language, because we all know that what truly speaks is our hearts but we would never admit it because then we would be too emotional too sensitive not cold or impersonal enough to fit in.                                                                                And that's all we really want, right?                                                                                To belong? Well, I'll tell you something: there is a way to fit to belong to live. And that is to not fit.                                                                      Don't define yourself by these labels                                                                      or this music                                                                      or that boyfriend.                                                                      Define yourself through your ideas                                                                      your ambitions                                                                      your immaterial desires. Take out the you and become a we,                                                                  and we will be,                                                                                                    just be, together.
Request permission to use this poem
Written by
luna-wolfe
For You?
Written by
luna-wolfe
Published
Nov 27, 2012
Time
4m
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell luna-wolfe how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogSupportFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 [production] by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write