We have this obsession with bigger and better.
Acting like every friendly face is a Mr. Jones that has to be beat,
It’s no wonder we fight wars over peace.
Because we live each day as a competition,
Committing crimes against humanity to stand on a shattered glass floor
That won’t possibly hold our weight.
In public places we get measured to fit the all-American dream
to an inflexible mold that won’t stretch to fit the oddness of real people.
Compare each stranger’s accessories - cell phone, leather shoes, and boyfriend to our own.
Taking a hit for our own egos brewed from someone else’s pain,
Because it’s on a team of one we play.
No collaboration in a game where there are no winners,
But everyone stands to gain nothing;
An empty void we’ll try to fill with flashy cars and neon lights.
It’s not until we hear the wonder in a child’s voice that we’ll ever find fulfillment.
‘Cause love doesn’t care about bank balances and anti-aging creams.
It feeds off modesty,
and truth-telling,
and the warmth between the spaces of “I adore you.”
Life is about more than who’s got what,
Running on a treadmill to catch up with the race
And defining your worth by the pages of a magazine
Value doesn’t come vacuum-packaged in a cardboard box stamped BUY ME!
It’s not found in what they try to sell you -
No matter how sparkly the packaging, all that glitters is not gold.
But some of it is.
And what I can see shinning is the beauty in your heart.
Your you-ness just waiting to be free of the constraints the world has tried to place upon it.
Throw down the designer gauntlet.
Wage war on the hypocrisy they try to play.
Because you’re gorgeous no matter who you are,
and they just want you to forget it.
Acting like every friendly face is a Mr. Jones that has to be beat,
It’s no wonder we fight wars over peace.
Because we live each day as a competition,
Committing crimes against humanity to stand on a shattered glass floor
That won’t possibly hold our weight.
In public places we get measured to fit the all-American dream
to an inflexible mold that won’t stretch to fit the oddness of real people.
Compare each stranger’s accessories - cell phone, leather shoes, and boyfriend to our own.
Taking a hit for our own egos brewed from someone else’s pain,
Because it’s on a team of one we play.
No collaboration in a game where there are no winners,
But everyone stands to gain nothing;
An empty void we’ll try to fill with flashy cars and neon lights.
It’s not until we hear the wonder in a child’s voice that we’ll ever find fulfillment.
‘Cause love doesn’t care about bank balances and anti-aging creams.
It feeds off modesty,
and truth-telling,
and the warmth between the spaces of “I adore you.”
Life is about more than who’s got what,
Running on a treadmill to catch up with the race
And defining your worth by the pages of a magazine
Value doesn’t come vacuum-packaged in a cardboard box stamped BUY ME!
It’s not found in what they try to sell you -
No matter how sparkly the packaging, all that glitters is not gold.
But some of it is.
And what I can see shinning is the beauty in your heart.
Your you-ness just waiting to be free of the constraints the world has tried to place upon it.
Throw down the designer gauntlet.
Wage war on the hypocrisy they try to play.
Because you’re gorgeous no matter who you are,
and they just want you to forget it.
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Favortie bits of this poem:
"and the warmth between the spaces of “I adore you.”
and
"Your you-ness just waiting to be free of the constraints the world has tried to place upon it."