A poem to go along with Normalcy
Posted by Dianeism , Wednesday, May 19, 2010 4:03 PM
Social Construction
From ten inches to five feet one images in images out
Even if they are unfair I’m not supposed to pout
Taking them in one by one
By age seven the big picture is done
Everyone tells me what’s right what’s wrong
Finally I learn what everyone else has known all along
Somewhere between four feet five inches to five feet long my identity was gone
Torn apart by the environments song
During this time rebellion was inevitable
Although in some ways regrettable
Holding me back, I went down while I fought
Soon, conforming began to be what I sought
An empty structure hollow inside
In no one could I confide
Striving and Starving for something more
Shallow everything seemed, obsessing over all the glitz and glamour
Socially constructed it took hard work to un-break the broken, my shield is re-covering
Never again will I be affected by societal smothering
Constructed in a robotic function
Programming social re-construction
I think this is your best poem so far. It's amazing how clear hindsight actually is.