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Life Incarnate
Written October 1, 2014
We are remembered for our failures
For our inability
To do something correctly
Artists
Are only known after they’re dead
And politicians, God forbid
Always blame everything on one another
Utopia
Is a false misconception
Perfection
Is nothing more than being who you are
If we treated each other with respect
Parents wouldn’t have to bury their children
This generation
Is a compilation
Of beautiful ingenuity
And mismatched socks
I remember when we all played in the same sandbox
With the same innocence
Plastered on our clothes
We finger-painted our souls with Sharpies
The permanence held strong
At least until we stopped being young
And our view points
Started pointing fingers at one another
Even though we were told that staring is rude
And pointing is wrong
And you have to take responsibility for everything you’ve done
But this is not the case
Our wide eyes will keep gawking
Like we are six years old at a candy store
Wanting to taste the sensation of a lollipop too big for our hands to hold
We are all cut from the same mold
Sculpted by the hands of our ancestors
With nicks and chips
Scratched on our life sized surface
Because we all fell when we rode our bikes for the first time
And we all danced with rulers between our stomachs
Arms locked stiff
Waiting for a hurricane of music
To let our young bones give way
To the weight of expectations on our shoulders
We are not Atlas
We cannot bear to carry that boulder
But we could care less
About dancing across a stage in our underwear
We care more about people getting shot and our troops getting murdered
Whoever said we were selfish?
They don’t know about half the things we believe in
Nor do they care to trust our reasoning
This world is going to keep spinning
Even if it needs an oxygen mask
To keep living
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