Today, the effort of blogging escaped me and so I have been scouring the hard drive of my laptop looking for a suitable work to display. Unfortunately, none could be found and so I was pushed into a tight little corner. From this position I either would be coerced into showing one piece of my mind and what I am currently thinking or a different piece of which the same could be said.
And so it came to be that 'To Define the New Selves' has found its way into our midst.
Here, this is it.
To Define The New Selves
-Amy Miller
Who are we but pacing discoverers of the new world?
Describe us as you will but see what is to see.
Who is any person in this world
But a MySpace page
A few unread emails and
An accident in the traffic jam
On the tedious commute to the tedious job?
Who are we but pacing discoverers of the new world?
The unseeing eye to poverty and homelessness
Hardened against the needs
Of other to protect the needs of self.
Were we not happy?
Barefoot and pregnant with society
Held and in order?
Who are we but pacing discoverers of the new world?
We are grossly malformed with surgical beauty
The beauty of ourselves.
Vices become our many loves
The land walked by the corrupt.
The place where children cry for working mothers
And the nightly men who provide their wages. Or their beatings.
Who are we but pacing discoverers of the new world?
Perhaps a blog and an addiction to shoes
Those who lay waste to the true beauties.
Pacing through the concrete corridors
To avarice and breeding contempt
With our two-toned blazers and Daddy’s credit card.
The thieves with no incentive, no hungry children at home.
Who are we but pacing discoverers of the new world?
With our chain smoking and lopping of trees
Men on sites calling to women from tradition
Serenades about bitches and booties.
I personally sigh and refuse to name others or label.
We refuse to disuse faggot.
We breed through violence and bleed for sport.
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