i have spent my whole life following close behind matching my prints to the ones laid out in front of me following them blindly without questioning where they lead i try to keep my feet inside the the lines like i’ve always done with coloring but i’ve never fit perfectly my feet never fit because these prints are not mine
There’s a marred reflection staring back at me. I wish I could tell you what was wrong with it. Its blank gaze and happy expression say everything’s alright. The pressure builds and sweat beings to seep The mask begins to slip, but I dare not show the underneath. I need this face to present to others For I need their acceptance to feel some worth. But it’s only what they considered worthy in their eyes So I’m beholden to their stares as I shift to conform.
Since writing this I have had it said that I can't control how other's see me, I can only control myself. It's hard to undo all the training that I've put myself through these years, but ****** if I won't work to be free myself from these feelings.
Born into an ancient legacy Of an endless war between wrong with right. Holding Olympic flames under father's mantels, Arms shortened to the desired height.
The scrub of history, Cuts to the heart of me. Sounds have been made since, yet Unable to see, the heart of me.
They say it's all an illusion, And Clever thoughts, they rule the day. My breath sighs into stale air. For and against must have their say.
In short, Oliver's’ hands wrap around fatmens scraps. It's all you've got I suppose? Yet that's the thing about integrity, It's not a game. Dice lay silent in cups And love is once again allowed to move.
Evil is viewed as innocence Beauty's become a deformity It's too uncommon to have common sense And being different's a mass conformity.
An undermined yet overwhelming paradox Is that it's somehow become orthodox ...To be unorthodox
Agreeing to disagree Is now agreeable But seeing what wasn't seen, Still isn't seeable. Our view of what it is to be different, Is holding us back from making progression It's become too often inconsistent That we admit its consistency With retrogression
We have no problem being verbal When our popularity's concerning Our voice and words can be heard for more Than just to stir up controversy ...But that might be too controversial in itself.. And therefore viewed as undeserving.
So instead we view the strong as helpless, And think its rightful to defend them and then we view the weak as selfish, As we so wrongfully apprehend them We feel such a need to non-conform And yet our opinions seem rehearsed We purposely change where we show our support On a position just to be heard It's so expected for us to retort That our oppositions' become reversed Our human empathy, so much we distort That our cognition's becoming blurred.
...And we don't even notice.
The only thing our generations Seem to have in common is We think that being different, and disagreeing, Somehow are synonymous How distant do we have to really be from ever seeing how antonymous We truly are from being different And making a difference Towards being empathically prominent?
Why can't we gain confidence that we can change the way we change our minds?
Don't just try, but BE insistent On being different to make a difference And being resistant towards leaning into being systemically conditioned. Use your voice to make things better, equal, and coexistent And hopefully give everyone a reason to listen
See that you don't have to be afraid, Of making progress towards making a change..
So be genuine in trying to see things differently And you'll start to know and comprehend That being different doesn't always mean you have to disagree But to actually show you understand...
To the people always arguing just to argue or arguing because it’s easier than facing some hard truths.. Like defending Bill Cosby or demonizing anyone with an opposing thought regardless.. . It just all seems so backwards.