Poetry 101
Society... --Beauty August 16, 2003
This land is full of hypocrisy
Always hearing one thing...
The exact opposite of what you see
They say we live in a land of freedom
But are we really free
If we let that thing called society
Continue to control us?
We're constantly told
"There's someone out there for everyone,
And when you find them, take it and run."
But when you find that *someone*
Who doesn't seem to fit the equation
That society has placed for you
You get funny looks and glares
Constant snickering and stares
Harsh comments and noses in the air
Forcing you to run away from the *someone*
That was meant for you
All because society didn't approve
We're constantly told
"To be unique and stand out from the rest
Being you is what makes you the best!"
But when you're being you
You still don't fit in
Society tries to get a hold of you
So they can mold you
Manipulate and fold you
Only to say they sold you
And now you're one of "them"
We're constantly told
"You can be whatever your soul desires
Just reach for the stars and aim higher."
But when your reach for your star
The closer you think you are
The further back moves your star
All because...
There's always something holding you back
Whether it's the color of your skin
Or the matching of the chromosomes within
Society just doesn't want you to win
So if we are all like each other
Everyone's sister and brother
Why are we still seen as an outcast?
Why am I told I can choose
Who I want to spend my life with
But if society doesn't approve
The relationship must quit?
Why am I told to be who I am
Stand out and be different
But society forces it's qualities on me
Forcing me to inherit?
Why am I told I can be
What I want to be
But society picks me apart
And moves me back a space because
I'm not who or what they want at heart?
This land is full of hypocrisy
Always hearing one thing...
The exact opposite of what you see
They say we live in a land of freedom
But are we really free
If we let that thing called society
Continue to control us?
Since visualdialect said he wanted to see some more of my poetry and blew up my head :-) I thought I'd throw a little something something together. So yea, that was the end product.
Beauty
This land is full of hypocrisy
Always hearing one thing...
The exact opposite of what you see
They say we live in a land of freedom
But are we really free
If we let that thing called society
Continue to control us?
We're constantly told
"There's someone out there for everyone,
And when you find them, take it and run."
But when you find that *someone*
Who doesn't seem to fit the equation
That society has placed for you
You get funny looks and glares
Constant snickering and stares
Harsh comments and noses in the air
Forcing you to run away from the *someone*
That was meant for you
All because society didn't approve
We're constantly told
"To be unique and stand out from the rest
Being you is what makes you the best!"
But when you're being you
You still don't fit in
Society tries to get a hold of you
So they can mold you
Manipulate and fold you
Only to say they sold you
And now you're one of "them"
We're constantly told
"You can be whatever your soul desires
Just reach for the stars and aim higher."
But when your reach for your star
The closer you think you are
The further back moves your star
All because...
There's always something holding you back
Whether it's the color of your skin
Or the matching of the chromosomes within
Society just doesn't want you to win
So if we are all like each other
Everyone's sister and brother
Why are we still seen as an outcast?
Why am I told I can choose
Who I want to spend my life with
But if society doesn't approve
The relationship must quit?
Why am I told to be who I am
Stand out and be different
But society forces it's qualities on me
Forcing me to inherit?
Why am I told I can be
What I want to be
But society picks me apart
And moves me back a space because
I'm not who or what they want at heart?
This land is full of hypocrisy
Always hearing one thing...
The exact opposite of what you see
They say we live in a land of freedom
But are we really free
If we let that thing called society
Continue to control us?
Since visualdialect said he wanted to see some more of my poetry and blew up my head :-) I thought I'd throw a little something something together. So yea, that was the end product.
Beauty