Bean

My take on modern day and how it could affect an individual.

There's a bean inside your head 

Where all your thoughts and imaginations once met. 

This Bean where all your feelings and passions once brew 

And where nothing was ever due. 

 

But now it’s like this Bean, it doesn’t exist 

Because of all these social temptations we refuse to resist 

And the ideal desirable lifestyle you had in your mind, 

We’re forced to leave that behind because we’ve become so blind. 

 

Because you see this Bean you have, this Bean is called your Brain. 

The brain you’ve forsaken because you’re too busy gathering pain. 

The pain of constantly basing our lives on society’s validation 

Because we’ve become too weak to be our own motivation. 

 

Oh this poor Bean, all locked up and suffocated, 

Slowly losing ourselves, it gets complicated 

Accomplishing nothing just to scream “Mama I’ve made it!” 

And not even realising how quickly our individuality is being confiscated. 

 

This Bean you’ve convinced that there’s such a thing as ‘FOMO’ 

You don’t like it but yet can’t say NO! 

This Bean you’ve filled with so much hate, Die you f**king HOMO! 

This Bean, this Bean you’re not allowing to grow. 

 

Oh precious Bean 

It’s sad how you now think it’s okay to be mean 

Not caring about anyone else in any type of need 

As long as our names are clean. 

 

This disturbing fear of rejection has become a disease, 

A disease that only has one way of being put to ease 

The same way you came on this earth is the same way you’ll leave 

And when that storm is over, you’ll finally enjoy that breeze. 

 

Dear Bean, you’re all I’ll ever have 

I’m deeply hurt and embarrassed by the large portion of myself that I gave. 

I wish I had given you the chance to be you 

Instead of allowing everyone to tell me what to do. 

 

Now look at us Bean, all washed up and cold 

So young but so old 

Thought I was living this perfect life of gold 

But truth is I was never at liberty in my own world. 

 

I’ve smiled, I’ve laughed, I’ve loved, oh Bean I’ve really tried 

But now I’m tired from how much I’ve cried. 

I don’t know if I’ll take the subway or fly 

But what I do know, is that it’s time for me to say goodbye. 

By: ZingerWingz (2017) 

Author's Note

Definitions:
FOMO =Fear Of Missing Out
HOMO=Homosexual
"Mama I've made it" -is a line from once popular African song that we Africans would use as a 'hashtag' to indicate achievenments of some sort.