So I am having difficulty accepting this idea that “to be an artist, you must not say/think that you are an artist”
. . . whaaaat?
I can understand people not knowing they are an artist… IN FACT, nobody knows they are an artist at first- but anyone can art, so doesn’t that mean that anyone can say that they are an artist?
This idea that is thrown around is pretty discouraging, so I’m challenging it.
our world without public nudity.
Chosen not to honor morals
and start glorifying
harming bodies-
self and others.
We have forgotten
music without technologically created
advances, beats.
We forgot that
mouths can speak,
and what we write
can’t be considered true “conversation”,
or socialization.
We have left out the kids
who don’t fit a certain outfit
while we’re telling them
JUST BE YOU,
society
is telling me
that I can be anyone I want to be,
love anyone I want to,
tattoo, pierce anything…
There’s always a catch…
BUT, no no, can’t do that.
Can’t love them,
can’t do what makes me happy,
because the faces,
that apparently value
more than mine,
will look down on me,
down to me.
They are higher than me,
and higher than me.
I’m not worthy, says society.
There’s always something that
someone wants from you,
from your money.
Those ads, BE YOU,
want you to be them,
be for them.
Sell for them.
We have forgotten
that there is a REASON
Jersey Shore has been cancelled while
Andy Griffith
still airs
almost every day.
We have forgotten
that HEROES should still be in the news,
and glorifying criminals
will increase the chance for
attention seekers
to do just that.
We have forgotten to thank
our firefighters,
our soldiers, and all that
FIGHT for this country to
have every bit that it does.
America is hated,
we have forgotten to fight for more reasons
than personal financial gain.
We have forgotten ourselves
somewhere along in the make-up
and in the
Beamer Benz and Bentleys.
We have forgotten that our sentences
don’t always need the word “fuck” and “God damn”.
We have forgotten what a hug feels like
from a person,
but we don’t crave that, not at all,
we crave the computer screen,
telling it: “please, love me”
but we forgot what true emotion is like.
We have forgotten
to teach our children
coping skills and to speak truths.
And that LOVE that they crave?
They aren’t getting it from mommy,
not daddy either.
No, mommy and daddy are somewhere
smoking weed because
it’s cool, and they
“just don’t feel like”
growing up. Moving forward.
We have forgotten
to look with our own eyes
outside, so we trust
whoever on Twitter says it’s raining-
Can’t trust our own judgement,
can’t function without the government
fighting our battles-
We’ve forgotten how to have the mindset
to do what’s right anyhow.
I can’t even leave my house unlocked for 20 minutes.
So no, I don’t think that
this world can be perfect
just because people want it to be.
Your “New year new me” is just an old story.
We have forgotten…
this is civilization…?
Then why are we acting like animals in suits,
telling others what do,
when we aren’t their GOD.
We have forgotten,
the feeling it brings to hold an innocent child.
To cradle the harmless, helpless,
dependent-on-our-lifestyle baby.
We have forgotten
the sweet sweet song of a bird when the sun rises.
We’re all in bed.
Depressed and without a shower.
We’ve forgotten
because we THINK we are our own master.
You’re not. This world controls you.
Welcome to the new age, a dark age,
and it’s no where near over.
Are your eyes not open?
You’ve forgotten.
fireandhotrain 