Sunday, September 9, 2007


It surrounds us
Suffocates our minds
Everywhere you hear it
And see it
Some even believe
That they need to change
Their appearance and
Acquire the latest
To fit in
Get attention
To be loved...

Since when has being a criminal
Become admirable?
Why spend ridiculous amounts
Of hard earned money
For a shirt
That serves the same purpose
As one that bears
No brand name

Why should I work
To belong
To the "in" crowd
And have false friends
With fake smiles
When I have true friends
People that accept me
For who I am
Not what I am

1 comment:

Iwalktheline said...

This poem really speaks to reminds me so much of my cousin...who I just wrote the post about...V.F...I really love this of my favorites...sounds familar, I think one of the best things about your poetry is that is so true to life...I like all of your poetry..


word = speaking/singing
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming