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I Was Looking in Society's Mirror
Everyday I expirence eighty pound women telling me how to live, eat and exercise.
There’s three-hundred pound muscle men telling me to “GET FIT NOW!”
People lighting up a cigerette on every corner,
And lighting up a joint on the other.
Killers, rapists and thefts roam the streets that children walk on.
But those children no longer carry dolls and trucks,
only guns and missiles.
I hear that women are just objects,
And that men are required to like football.
I’m told that theatre is for homosexuals,
And reading is for losers.
I need clothes from certain places just to be excepted,
And have to put others down to be considered cool.
I have to look a certain way and be a certain thing,
For the glory of what?
I can hold my head up high either way,
And I am proud of that.
At takes a while to learn, I’ll admit,
Because I learned the hard way.
I was blamed when I didn’t eat,
I was blamed when I compulsivly excercised,
And blamed when I wanted to end my life.
But all I had to realize were the lines in this poem;
That society is the number one depressent,
And all you have to do is learn to laugh at its lies.