I've often tried to write thoughts according to what is expected of me to write, something with significant meaning in accordance to... I don't even know according to whose standards but that my usual sentimental writing was ineffective. But I can't seem to bring myself to be compliant in that regard, simply because I write what I like and what I feel. In a world where we are continuously forced to walk around in masquerades, I owe it to myself to be true in writing... Liberation.
Life is nothing but a depiction of society
We are the epitome of what the world "expects" of us
And most of all we are the lies that we believe people see through us
Character of a person has its foundation on gossip
And confidence gained only through outside compliments
Malicious words thrown around to bruise ones self-esteem
And yet again we accept devastation as a part of our lives
As we look up to disreputable role-models
What becomes of us?
The media with its daily atrocities
The only distraction I receive is from poetry
Most of it, if not all centered and structered by history
Struggles and difficulties of generations before ours today
All so interesting but a misconception of people being stagnant
Unwilling to let go of what was?
The population of critics ever so big
The first to crush your creativity
Black is more of a shine now
And most hide behind their skin colour
Afraid to be independant
Held back by pride
And enjoying life because of the benefits from double "A"
We speak our minds
Yet we are not loud enough
Because at the end of the day
We still trying to portray the perfect picture...
Poetry Princess
