- a poem by me.
"Society Is A Construct
It's a wall around who I am.
It's Racism, Cliques, a Popularity Contest
A form fitting box with nowhere to go.
Conform They Say.
Become one of us. One of them.
A white picket fence, a well paying job,
The American Dream.
Be One of Us.
A skinny blonde girl, or a tall brunette
Popular, Athletic, Loved
But usually in a group
so never truly thinking for themselves.
But what if you don't fit that description?
Me, I am different. Different and in other words strange.
I am asian with black hair and dark eyes,
Not athletic, Not known to myself, let alone by anyone else.
But loved. Purely without hate or envy.
Not conforming to anyone's will
but simply standing. Alone with a camera
With ideas that hold no real meaning.
My passion isn't the "American Dream"
So, I don't really know where I'll end up.
With a white picket fence..? I don't really know..
With a well paying job...? I really hope so.
But in the end,
I don't know where you'll find me.
I'll be doing something I love
And not conforming to the ideas
That society expects me to perform.
So I'll be here, still doing me
Until the end of me, comes to be.
So this is me. Who are you?"
#poetry #feeling #society #free-write