I am a product of a society riddled with hate and bigotry.
A suppressed soul baptized on the streets by tear gas
and forced into submission by fear tactics.
A victim of constant assault by toy soldiers in bullet
proof vests masquerading as law makers, a cause for
ridicule by puppets of society whose brains are chained.
Conformity is the biggest con of Society!
I am a product of an aberrant and rotten society.
A two faced society that believes that sexualizing
women is morally sound, yet quick to mock and
trash the products they sell on the media.
A selfish society filled with stigma towards diversity.
Screaming stereotypes based on race, sexuality,
religion, country and tribe.
Bleeding baseless labels, and judgments, sweeping
statements meant to morph me into something i am not.
Mocked because i am different, quickly cast out and
shamed if I don’t live up to a certain way.
I am the mirrored plus size woman starving myself to
fit society’s twisted description of beauty, embracing
countless surgeries and liposuction procedures because
society has engraved the word, “rejection” on my
forehead, and tattooed “ugly” on my skin.
I am the dark skinned sister bleaching my skin and
Society tells me that my skin tone is ugly and brown/light
skin is beautiful; society also tells me that my thick hair
looks ugly, and weaves enhance my glow.
I am the endorsed skeleton model shoving chunks of
food down my throat and throwing it up later to
promote the perfect size zero culture on the runway.
Taking delight in countless cosmetic procedures to
adhere to society’s artificial beauty blue print
promoted in magazines, and on Television.
A mask I wear with pride because I am a stooge to society.
A mental disease nipping my soul and pinning me against
people around me.
Harsh realities slicing through my naked flesh like stab wounds.
Emotional scars meant to remind me of the effects of trying
to live up to society’s standards.
I am a product of a society where depression is glamorized
and suicide is romanticized.
A society filled with stressed teenagers and depressed people.
A society where real issues are shunned and ignored,
and marinated idealistic people are appreciated,
promoted and followed.
A society covered with a shroud of fake happy faces,
who are constantly fighting inner demons.
Hiding their pain and battling depression because society
forbids weakness and tells them to “Suck it up” and wave
the “strong black woman” blood banner on the street with
a stone face.
I am a product of a society where sex sells, and education
and health is optional.
Dysfunctional families, women promoting single
parenthood and the rise of Men going their own way.
A society where children are having children and teenagers
can sing the songs off the charts but can’t spell their names.
A decaying society smudging “Irreconcilable differences”
on the lips of people who are too weak to work out their
I am a product of a society that prioritizes non issues,
illogical factors and plays deaf and dumb to the real
problems affecting people.
Detached/ misplaced emotions brewing from a society that
has lost its humanity and drug overdose, suicides have
become the new “normal”.
Springing from a decaying society where death no longer
attracts a reaction or sorrow but it’s just another story in
the news that didn’t happen to us.
I am an imperfect black woman living in a judgmental society.
Constantly primping my brain cells with my colored vocabulary
to provoke society’s twisted perception of what i should look
like, talk like and act like.
A cause for ridicule, bleeding criticism for a woman society
A product of society, re-branded.