Trapped in one perspective.

Many times, we view life like a documentary. We see an image, and voices speak for it rather than letting it's voice of purpose be heard. If there is an image we don't like–whether it's how you see the opposite political party, different culture, unimaginable life experience–we take the image and criticize it.


But we forget that people are not images; they're people, real people, similar beyond measure. I wrote this poem/rap the other night talking about perspectives that we often don't think about and how I wish these could play out.

*This is not directly based on any story, just from my understanding of various stories of the sort, real and fictional. I'm also not saying this is the case for ALL situations like this, on the contrary.

This scene you see me in, turn and say,
"She has no expression upon her face."
I'm sorry, but there's not a one minute reason,
These images being hard to taste.

A boy, he's only 13,
Passion for playing football teams,
Friends, empty-minded, have a point system
"Look at those girls, a point if you do more than kiss' em."

Never allowed to hang out with girls as a kid,
Never knew what girls thought or did,
Result for keeping something so distant,
A fruit a mind couldn't bear to forbid.

Girl, going on 14,
Only an innocent image she's seen,
Boys will only come to you if they care,
Those ones are the "princes"–that comes out unfair.

Two weeks later, he's screamed at by grown ups,
Not knowing what's wrong, they yell, "Own up!"
He didn't understand if she didn't want it,
Didn't know what it was, he'd not yet been taught it.

She's being called a "b****" for this,
An angry image of "feminist",
Crying out while trapped in frustration,
Media's silent out of meer intimidation.

If I could have changed the story,
I'd add a part the and girl and the boy,
Talked it through not angrily,
Starting with my verses two and three.

This boy couldn't comprehend that pain,
The monster image she can't face,
Anxiety and society's voice clouding,
Understanding is silent when the wound does the shouting.

I'm not trying to be condescending,
But it's time society stops pretending,
Poisonous images side by side,
Kill the people that bear their outsides.

**I'm sorry if any part of this offended any survivors–what you went through was awful and sick. My point is NOT that you should change your point of view–the idea behind it is to help spread an educated message. Some others only know one point of view, and knowing how to teach yours with the perspective in mind is.