Black Poetry : Mind Make Over

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  1. Lynne'

    Lynne' Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Hey everybody, as you may have noticed I haven't posted any poems in here for a while. That is because I have had a deadly case of writers block for the longest time, but I'm in the recovering process now. This piece is something that I had in my mind to write for a long time but didn't know how I wanted to approach the subject. This is just one on the subject, I am sure there will be more later...but just a little background on why I wrote this piece...

    All my life I have been skinny. In middle school, I even got teased for being so skinny (go figure) . People would be like "**** do they feed you at home?" I have never had any eating disorders or anything, I just have a fast metabolism (I guess) and I don't gain weight. Proof: In middle school, I weighed 112lbs (6 grade) and now I weigh 120lbs (going into sophmore year in college) . I used to try and do everything in my power to gain weight. I would eat like crazy, and even wake myself up at midnight for a midnight snack (that didnt last for long cause I was too lazy to actually get up), I would wonder why there were so many methods to lose weight and none to gain weight, and I would joke w/ ppl saying I was allergic to fat free foods ...Anyway, I have never really been the one to care what people think (especially by the time I got to high school). I used to (and still do) hate hearing people talk about diets and losing weight and I have an extreme disgust towards anorexia. I could never understand it. I actually have a phobia of being too skinny. I was at this Travis Winkey fashion show and remember lookin at some of the models like "Eww...if I ever get THAT skinny someone please but me on a feeding tu be or something. They straight looked like cancer patients." I also always had a fear of getting really sick where you lose weight and I wouldn't have any weight to lose . (But anyway) I always felt like "Why can't people just be happy with who they are?" Why can't people reject the medias stereotypes of what beautiful is supposed to look like and come up with their own definitions? It's one thing if you are doing it for yourself or your health and another if you are doing it for others. Anyway, I could go on forever, but I wrote this poem with all that (plus some) in mind. I had the idea for a long time and one of the incidents that encouraged me to write this was I was watching some talk show with peoples kids getting makeover cause they were being teased in school, but all they did was give them some new clothes and a hair cut or something and I'm like...ok, your still you...what did that change? Either way, with no further ado, here is this poem:


    Mind Make Over

    Everyday she was forced to endure it
    The taunting and all of the names
    Being called fat and ugly and told she would never amount to anything
    And at school, things were even worse
    She was the butt of all there jokes
    After 14 years she was fed up
    Fed up of looking through all the magazines at those size 3 models in their perfection
    Fed up from wishing that she could fit in and even be like them…beautiful

    Everyday he was forced to endure it
    The taunting and all the names
    See…he had book smarts
    But that wasn’t considered cool, cause in his school
    In order to fit in, you had to be like them: the jocks
    Or at least dress like it
    And with all his dingy shirts, khakis that he actually wore on his waist
    And his off-brand shoes made him seem out of place
    And secretly he wished he could fit in and even be like them…cool

    So after 14 years of feeling less than beautiful, she decided it was time for a change
    She was determined she would be slim
    She was determined that she would fit in
    So she set out to reach for her goal
    Regurgitating and flushing away pieces of her soul
    But at least she gained the world
    Cause by the start of high school, she looked brand new
    A perfect size 5 shaped like an hour glass
    Her old life passed away fast
    She was in the “in crowd” and now she had some warm weather friends
    And she attracted the attention of the boys, and even some men
    She was feeling good within

    So after too many years of being called a nerd, he decided it was time for a change
    He was determined to be more like them
    He was determined that he would fit in
    And so he altered his appearance
    Brought some bigger pants and loosened his belt
    Fresh white kicks and a baseball cap
    Along with his appearance, his mind fell into the trap
    Spent less time studying, and more time hanging out in the street
    Started selling just to keep the newest Jordon’s on his feet

    She started feeling better about herself but not for long
    After some time, she realized the attention she had started to receive was now gone
    See, nobody ever told her she was beautiful
    And she was still waiting to hear that phrase
    She started feeling ugly again just like she did in her earlier days
    And then the habit kicked back in
    She became allergic to food once again
    She began to vomit bi-weekly, self-induced
    And before long a monster had been produced
    She became obsessed, still not realizing that beauty comes from within
    Her insides were dying; she was literally dying to be thin
    All because she wanted to fit in

    Now he’s out running’ the streets trying hard to be bad
    Not realizing that thug life was just a fading fad
    And he could have had it all, he was studying pre-med
    Now he’s reduced himself to be a street pharmacist instead
    And what’s worse, one day he decided to try it for himself
    He should have just left that trophy on the shelf
    Cause now he’s addicted
    The damage has been inflicted
    Upon his mind and on his soul
    The drugs have already taken control
    Over his life
    I mean now he’s facing 15 to life
    Got caught with a car full of money and dope
    But nobody noticed him back when he had a life full of hope
    But now his future is beginning to decay
    And he’s going through withdrawal because they took the drugs away
    And slowly, but surely, he’s dying from within
    All because he wanted to fit in

    There’s something wrong with this picture
    Something wrong when little girls don’t realize their own beauty
    And they strive to meet other people’s standards of perfection
    The picture of beauty had been tainted
    Painted over with lies but the truth is still showing through
    But only if you strain to see it
    And realize you can’t just change to be it
    Because it’s in you, and you must hold on to not lose it
    But so many people, they just abuse it

    There is something wrong with this picture
    Something wrong when little boys aren’t content in doing what’s right
    Or they’re dumbing themselves down trying to be considered cool
    When they’re really just being a fool
    And perpetuating negative stereotypes of gangsta life

    We need a mind make-over
    Make over your minds and realize that it’s ok to be you
    Striving to walk your own path is the best thing that you can do
    I’m giving out mental makeovers
    And I think we are way over due
    I’m just trying to get the message out
    So that our coming generations won’t be living in doubt
     
  2. Versatile

    Versatile Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    this is a very uplifting poem....
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    well stated poem that's felt welcome back Lynne'
     
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    Wow, this was right on time! Just worry about being who you are, that should be enough, to be proud of our individuality. I agree, such a positive message here. writer's block be gone, right?
     
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    Lynne' Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Thanks, I am glad yall enjoyed it!
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    let ya pen speak on ..........continue
     
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