Bleach

April 16, 2009
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They call it Utopia
They call it perfect
They call it harmonious
You call it happiness
I call it bleached

Bleach
White perfection
Eat
Inhale It
See what happens
You become a rock
As you drop to the ground








Show me Utopia
Show me where it’s hiding
I will lure it
Bait it
As you bleach it












Is it a word
An idea
Will it happen
Or do you just bleach hand-me-downs
And call it paradise
Bleach me and society
I don’t mind
One less insecurity
One less smile
One less provocative truth
Give us lies
Give us rags
Like children in Ethiopia
Give us the chemical fixer
Give us
Give me
Bleach





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Colette B. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 25, 2009 at 5:19 pm
WOW...this truly is awesome. I can tell the power that you put into your writing and that's what makes it AMAZING. Using bleach as a symbol in your poem made it all the more powerful. Congrats on a great poem.
 
Bria S. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 2, 2009 at 12:12 am
Clearly you weren't writing about bleach, and I personally love the fact that you challenge what everybody else thinks is utopia and I think it's absolutly amazing!
-Bria
 
lexi10824 said...
Jul. 1, 2009 at 2:50 pm
uh...this is definately different. I haven't read anything like it before. The like genre of it is cool though but a little weird that you'd write about bleech. :) ~ @13x@ ~ (that sed alexa).
 
whatNOW? said...
Jun. 30, 2009 at 4:10 pm
interesting way of putting it... i like your style though
 
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