"Not What I Seem"We live in a generation
Where the lack of verbal conversation has made all of us blind. We all hide behind our shiny, protective screens where what words truly mean is blanketed by lighthearted connotations followed by a lack of punctuation. But those lighthearted phrases Cause others to go through phases Where the light is stolen from their hearts. They see what others call jokes as simply a hoax to disguise with lies the darkness hiding behind their eyes. It is intended to hurt, to prove their worth and to unearth all your insecurities. While some go through phases others get caught in mazes that drag them ever deeper into the fiery flame pit of self hate. This self hate, they do not appreciate. They let themselves bite the bait instead of getting the story straight. We live in a time where the muscles of our thumbs are stronger than the muscles of our minds. Enough so that our eyes are blind to the downfalls and issues of mankind. “If I can’t see it, it isn’t there.” Oh, but our satellites, those things up there? And the tectonic plates below us where some of the greatest destruction brews without a care. ...Those exist, right? You can’t see those. So you shove those away, like a box of old clothes and make way for your own delightful fantasy you call your own. “Life is hard.” You don’t know hard, until you see the scars someone gouged into themselves to escape the iron bars weighing them down to life. You don’t know hard until you see someone’s mutation from normalization to one of pure starvation of love, and devastation, because they were a victim of miscreation. You say you’re not bullies, but you destroy someone’s life with relative ease, tearing down their fragile shield of protection and steering them in the wrong direction. Just a simple word, directed towards someone, “Stupid.” “Fat.” “Ugly.” Can remove a person’s life completely of glee, make the light vanish from their soul, and make their life seem like the Dust Bowl. Back then, everyone wanted the Dust Bowl to end, ...and they want the same - there is no “making amends.” So the next time you open your lips and put your hands on your hips, before the words roll off the tip of your tongue, Look into their eyes and be willing to compromise because you don’t know how they feel inside. Sometimes it is better to be silent than to be heard because the tragedies caused by the spoken word are better left unheard. Everyone has dreams, and everything is not what it seems, and before you see the streams of tears running down their face as they scream in frustration that their life is a state of desolation you’re better off being silent, than violent. And just as everything is not what it seems, I… am not what I seem... |
This is a really well written and fantastically honest spoken word piece submitted by Rachel. I chose to post it because I know its something people feel and identify with. If you want to hear it performed on her Tumblr page, here's the link: Rachel B Tumbler - "Not What I Seem" Poem...
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