US....spoken word

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words may never hurt me. But that isn’t always true is it? See the very people that tell us about this rhyme has missed the very belittling part of this all. See are bones are like sticks and our hearts are like stone…nowadays anyways…See life forces us to give up and make a shell that is impossible to break. Not letting people in and trying so very hard to not let people out. But life isn’t worth living if we can’t change right? Well that is a stereotype for we never can decide who we are for the very people that surround us at school, at work, in life decide what we are. With fat, anorexic, homo, and fag we are put into categories no longer being unique. We are being synthesized into figments that walk this Earth with no purpose. But see what made these jocks and popular become the dominate species for now we are no longer human.

          Since when did life change into a battle of life or sanity? Not once ever did my mother say to hide what life gives you, to hide your emotions, or to hide who you are in the closet and keep it there, for she would have lied. See the closet is not where you should be; in the dark, silent closet that seems to take away your true self piece by piece. I know I wouldn’t. For I would never let it grab my sanity and rip it away for I would never let it grab my self-esteem and rip it to shreds, for I would never let it take my voice and lock it in a cage far, far away into the back of the closet. Or would I?

          Worlds crumble, life falls apart, and once you realize it, the future of tomorrow fades away and a new one arrives. It is not what we wanted nor intended. We missed that door that went and now we are stuck with the one that came in its place; a more vacant, decrepit land that no one would ever want to be. But we wait too long to grab ahold of that door and pull it open into freedom. Because we are too afraid to unlock our voices from that cage we call fear, to piece back together the shreds of our self-esteem, and to snatch back our sanity to let the world know we are here and to save us from something we are not. To take us back to the good days when we could laugh and play and not care about the color of our skin, the weight on the scales, the mental challenges we face, and if we fit in or not. For now we are afraid of being the very things we wanted to be…us.