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A Slam Poem (Sort of) - Perfection is Bullshit

There was no particular way you were intended to be.



While people may have their expectations, who you become is a figment of your own beautiful imagination.

You decide who you’re meant to be, the people you know can only help you base your core values should you allow them to help in the creation of the person you will come to know as: me.


Yet you have so many obstacles.


We live in a world cultured to suggest that we not protest against the norm outside of politically-incorrect forums because the idea of social revolution causes fear in the hearts of those who thrive off of our debilitating self-criticism and biased hatred for others.


It’s a multimedia empire that teaches the masses that their sense of self worth is driven by their ability to gain the wrong kinds of attention, not to mention that we find it so much easier to leave our children to their own devices in a sea of accessible misinformed knowledge simply hoping they can find worth and understanding on their own.


We blame the MEDIA.


While powerful and foreboding we stand as the first line of defense for the youth with unprinted minds awaiting for their personal expectations to be written into their perspectives. Should we not watch carefully and provide intervention they will know no answers, only questions:


Am I thin enough? Tall enough? Good enough? Which is better – blonde, red, or brown? Am I a loser? Is this right, wrong, fair or unfair? Who do I tell? Was that rape? I’m a guy, can she abuse me? Use me? If only I knew.


If only they knew indeed.


It’s time to step up and provide the right information unbiased and equal with as much deliberation as is necessary until the message finally becomes clear: you decide who you are and what you are worth.

There is no intended state of being. You are not SUPPOSED to look or BE any particular way. If this were true, then our genetic code would adapt and provide it for us. Before you beat yourself into a spineless pulp remember that human perfection is so subjective that the category is forever changing depending on the perspective.


Perhaps this would be a good time to adorn your rose coloured glasses and appreciate that you’re fucking valuable to this world.

A Slam Poem (Sort of) - Perfection is Bullshit


A Slam Poem (Sort of) - Perfection is Bullshit
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