The more I write, the more I realize that one of my central themes is anti conformity towards society. This is something I stand by every day and refuse to ever "fit in". Unfortunately, that comes with a rather large price to pay. Those who are willing to pay the price will reap a large reward filled with wisdom and pride. It stinks that a certain type of person becomes the subject to be bullied. The survivors who keep fighting will end up very successful, full of wisdom, and see how beautiful life truly is. With that, here is another spoken word poem:
How much can one go through
Before they reach their self-demise?
To stay alive
Torn like ripped tights
Fearful of any sort of wall
Jumps at a screaming siren
Praying for no further hurt
The attacks firing rapidly
In all directions, they're barraged towards the target
With obvious knowing and sighting in mind
The target understands the gravity as to what they represent in society
While living in a world of pain
But how does the target channel these emotions?
Depression haunts the chosen few with the neon sign over their heads
Some are lucky to escape
The vast majority suffer through it in life
Triumph through the evil comes learning how to be a survivor
These are the ones who have stories of wisdom to share
Signs of life's bumpy roads
Showcasing that they won the battle
That makes me wonder…
Why am I a target and what did I do to deserve the PAIN?
Why do I have to SUFFER?
Why do I have to ENDURE?
Many of life's questions simplified into short sentences of why
True understanding of the situation is difficult to attain
Targeted individuals are ones who tend to challenge society
The norms are only a set of guidelines followed while embarking on an epic adventure
Who would want to conform anyways?
Apparently… everyone… almost…
Usually how it goes is that those who don't fit in
Are the ones who become the target
But why would someone go against the tides?
Even in a place you're supposed to be surrounded by your rocks
In a realm that should be flowing with love
Family be there for the entire show encasing love around you…
Instead, they toss tomatoes upon the stage in the midst of condescending chuckles
Inflicting ridicule instead of spreading warmth…
Giving the target a major price to pay
The ultimate question lies within…
Why pierce a bullseye with a needle instead of plastic?
Who would want to see the target fly?
When would someone's tattered heart soar into the sky?
Because targets tackle the mystical breeze on their own autopilot
Seeking success on the road less traveled to spread unlimited beauty and kindness
Magnetizing a following covered in fresh papered greens to indulge in life's joys!
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