What The Heck Are You Talking About? Look At Yourself

I see through you

I can tell when you're bullshitting

I can tell when you're lying through your teeth

I can tell when you speak about something you know nothing about

when you're trying to fit in

and that Your fitting in

...is being special to us

being above with all looking up.

I can tell

You try too hard

You smile too hard

You laugh too hard

You Tell

too hard

Of your stories in the barrio

your life on the streets

your ever-working single mother

your brother

in the hood

and a life without peace.

You ring hollow

like the clanking of a bell

with a piece of felt taped inside

muffling the story it would tell.

So keep telling me of your problems

and ignore the truth of life

that you lived with mom and dad

in a home 

full of life

that you never once did struggle

or find a need for want

till you saw the others struggle

saw substance

come from strife

And so you came to be this

a copy of that life

a mere facsimile

homunculi

a child in the shape of a man

naive

and ignorant 

of the forge of adversity

and the blessing of a good life already had

Reviews

[Taylor Ann]

Wonderfully written. I could feel the raw emotion throughout the piece, and it was brought out quite beautifully.
I'm sure everyone can relate with your words. It was nicely written. Thanks for providing such a wonderful read. I loved it.