Through The Lens

Through The Lens

A Poem by StoriesGuy14
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Analysis of personalities

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Switch on the remote
There they are
They were there during the spring
They were there just before summer erupted
Smiling, laughing, giggling,
Looking glamorous
Making life seem a huge, drawn-out party
For which we are all the guests
They smile
They talk
They laugh
They make sense out of things that make none
Witnessed them on the screen
Over and over again
"Talking" about issues that "matter"
People--they are just raising awareness--
Over things matter not
Beach board this
Swimsuit that
Gossip this
"That" is important
"This" is something we all love
Dresses banking around $2000 without discount
Designers, top brands, merchants' reputations on the line
Cooks; redundant weather forecasts
it's all there, for all to see
Click the remote
Turn off the damn screen,
they become what?
Just names? 
Names we should all care about because they mean something?
I suppose so. In their worlds.
They should visit this one
Where we live; where the mom with four, five, six kids
No male present
Must find ways to put shirts on their backs, food on the table
Practices here
Tutoring there, classes to attend
Shifts to show up for, clock-in and clock-out
The young Educator 
Looking for his right situation
Right spot
To prosper, be productive
Enlighten, entertainment, inform and make real the demands placed on his shoulders
Talk about "real" 
Talk about making a "product" worth something in value
Oh the market shall play its part, as always
But those ladies, I wonder what their world feels like
I wonder if they understand mine
I wonder if they would last two minutes
In a midday workout, when the scorching sun
Burns the ground,
Feet feel as if the ground itself is burning the soles
I wonder if I could talk about things that matter
And don't
I wonder if I could convince people that what they
should care about I actually do
Or if it's just for a show
To avoid discussing 
The real world crap that is actually happening
That should be discussed because
It actually matters
Those eyes could only watch so much
Before they lost interest
Before they didn't see the reason for caring
Other than making others feel good about
Having hope, entertaining them before
The show was over
And reality said "hello" again
Through the lens I saw
different personas existing 
Side-by-side
Talking about things people were going to discuss
Regardless
Because they could; because that's what
They claimed
They wanted to do with their time among us
Switch off the remote 
In my lens, I can decide for myself
What I'll allow into my world 
To be informed
Versus informing
To attempt to make sense 
Of this world that doesn't seem to
Day in and day out
As the grandmother struggles to support 
Her youngest offspring
As their guardian
As the father travels 12,000 miles for a job 
That pays well 
At the expense of balancing a crazy work schedule
With a life-long built home life 
That completes his being and heart in ways
The monetary compensation cannot
In ways that make this heart
Yearn to help the younger generation
Learn a thing or two
About this crazy world they will grow into
That we are creating every,
Single,
Day
To the point where they will have no choice
But to think
But to create 
But to learn to fend for themselves
After the show is done and over
After the lens has gone to black
We should meet, them and I,
To talk about the real things going on
To put those concerns in front 
Of that audience to raise
Actual awareness
Of all that we should all be aware
Even if we know we cannot do much 
About those issues
Even so. We can try. Because trying
Is the best thing we do.
So let's try.
Let's try.
-Cheers

© 2016 StoriesGuy14


Author's Note

StoriesGuy14
this was based on a Barnes & Noble "500 Writing Prompts" question

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StoriesGuy14
StoriesGuy14

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