I Live in a Beautiful World

I live in a beautiful world

The sky is a gorgeous color and sometimes I am

lucky

enough to see light reflecting

off the water droplets that

make my world so

beautiful

The streets stay clean and

nobody is ever around to tell me

I can't do something.

I don't have to have dreams because all

I have to do is

reach my hand out and

it's right there

Nothing is impossible

the heavens are right above me and if

I stretch up my fingertips skim

bliss

My stomach never hurts

I never want to cry

except for happy tears which always seem

but a moment away

I talk to my friends

and laugh

and laugh

and laugh

Nothing will ever

hurt

me because the sky is blue and

rainbows soar overhead

It's ironic that a world where I don't need dreams

is just a dream

The sky is filled with smog which blackens any light that

yearns to reflect

The streets are filled with filth

any living thing imaginable laying at your feet

you scurry to your destination

Terrified

to look up and catch the attention of someone

you perceive

could hurt you.

Dreams are crushed when you're told,

“you're a women it will never happen”

“you're too short”

“you're not strong enough.”

or one of the other countless excuses used to

shove

glowing

optimistic

youths into the stereotypes

you assume applies to them

Everything is unreachable

you stretch out your hands and get

slapped

with the

harsh reality that

everyone else enforces.

Your stomach always hurts

you always want to cry

happy tears not even on the horizon.

You're friends are all the same, telling you that you

can't

reach that star, might as well settle now.

The adage shoot for the moon and even if you

miss

you'll land among the stars is thrown around but the

stars are not the goal

Fitting in is the goal, making it, is the goal.

Everything will hurt you.

I live in a beautiful world

An amazing country that has so much potential.

Where women are paid less than men and are

attacked

for speaking out about it

Where rape is a terrifying possibility that runs on a

consent loop in every woman's head and

they should be ready for it

If your skin is a different color be careful where you go

you wouldn't want to end up with holes.

If you're gay or trans

there's something

wrong

with you

you should really get that fixed.

The poor need to work harder

the alcoholics need to have some

self control.

I live in a beautiful world.

Where no one fits into the mold that

society deems perfect

just like Playdoh we are

molded

squeezed

squashed

until

we fit and come out a perfect cut out like

all the others

Surface level

people are the same

inside we are ripped at

our true selves screaming that they

deserve a turn to live

But they can't get out

and we continue on

carbon copies of each other

pretending

we aren't all miserable staring into a mirror

day in, day out

It's gets lonely when

you're by yourself

And we are all constantly

by ourselves