Poem 378

In a world
So full of complexities and variety
Why do we all aspire to be the same
Flames in hearts that beat all to the same beat and drum
And sit about the same temperature that metal thermometers pick up under our
Tongues rung dry saying things we don't always personally believe or understand
But plan to in the future if the future just so happens to be as generous
As we hope it is and no matter how dope it is we hope that in the end all those
Quotes about knowing what a true winner versus a loser is
Transcends above the bumpy roads and bends and will present itself to us
Like gifts or paychecks we never worked for but received all the same
Lame mentally we are more honestly receiving workers compensation
Not income

Billions of sets of eyes and we all want to share the same two
Billions of pairs of ears and millions of sounds to hear yet we only take in what we choose
Losing sight of what is important too locked into images and shapely appendages
Visages distorted
We are a mass of billions of minds and yet we all strive to unify under one
Clone after beautiful clone is all we are creating of ourselves
Shelves at department stores giving people options to go from lighter to darker skin
And vice versa
Mercilessly the vices build upon each other and creating problems that prior never existed
Consisting of transisting our views from cultural scene to cultural scene
Primping and preening becoming more a requirement than a choice or suggestion
Suggesting that we aren't enough naturally
That the way we were born just isn't good enough
Brown eyes and outstretched hands that know nothing of upholding expectations
Taken to the stake and burned for having the audacity to exist without guilt or envy

We're taught that our birth marks are to be masked
That our differences are not okay
Displaying only mountains of faults and fault lines upon fault lines
Time is not the only real enemy here

Tears are shed due to its passing just as much the influences that force the
Ideals of being grey-blob, fit, six-foot, stylishly-dressed mannequins onto our minds by insecurity
And make us believe that beauty is something time can actually erase

Do not hate yourself, friends
And shame on those who insist otherwise

Though your rivers and flowers may flow and grow in different directions
Possibly even different colors than others
And flow and pop up around your cities and temples
Maybe even a little more plush and vibrant than what you've seen all around you
Or less
Believe and know and understand that there is beauty in the yellow brick road that your teeth may
Form
And the cascading and expanding draw string bridges in your chest
And the fractal aqueducts that run pulsing and blue alongside highways to the far reaches of
Your arms and legs and neck and head
Lands seas and countries unified all under your name with their own goals some times
And a culture of their own not to mention histories that scars can help share
Meteor-strike play ground bites and red marks,
Broken bone tectonic plate shifts and heart-break earthquakes

That are all worth exploring

Do not hide what makes you beautiful




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