This desolate stone sculpture fumbling around with Play-Doh
Molding the world, keeping us afloat
Bearded Athenian, the framer's scapegoat.
Gorgias dining, walking a tightrope
Wet downhill logic, a slippery slope
Where fun goes to die, just another way to cope
My heart beats to the rhythm, my metronome is my stethoscope.
Because we've got Eminem spitting pejoratives
Like a Pez dispenser.
How ironic is this world where
Death is the original debt collector.
Shouting at the top of his lungs.
Billy and Mandy's lovely Spectre
Daniel Craig climbing to the top rung.
But DirecTV was sold indirectly,
Toys R Us is going underwater because kids can no longer play independently.
Face in a cell phone,
Hands always in our pockets.
Challenger launching false rockets
Fingers constantly stroking that silver locket.
Because my great great grandpa fought in the civil war
Confederate army, Kentucky lore.
"Just a sign of the times"
But that's no excuse
Tell that to the slaves
Forgive them if they're a bit obtuse.
But I can't forgive him.
He fought for the south.
He had the option to go north
But racial epithets spewed from his mouth.
So thank you ancestry dot com
For giving me the truth.
You once said, "Courage is knowing what not to fear"
But I'm afraid of the racism that is oh so near
to my roots.
Only a few generations removed
I guess that makes me bad too
Well I mean that's what Buzzfeed said,
Just get these voices out of my head.
Is there any way this can be misconstrued?
Is my guilt enough reason to be booed?
Are reparations something to be ensued?
Please just let me allude
To the fact that I am slightly skewed
Because I'm straight and white
Trying with all my might
To understand my past and figure out the difference between wrong and right.
But the truth is that I don't know...
And I'm scared...
And there is absolutely no confluence of ideas in my head.
Because racism is real
And Nietzsche says God is dead.
And maybe he's right.
But my Play-Doh is cold, cracked and red.
A reminder of my childhood,
A simple haze of pure bliss
All wrapped up in a neat little bow with the label telling me nostalgia's ghost was feeling generous.
So I'll continue to hold onto my children's "toy"
And run through these thoughts in my mind.
Remembering a time where all I had to worry about was the tears I'd not shed and where I lay in bed.
I wish I could freeze time
Superman the world back into this perfect life of mine.
But 8 came and went without a warning sign
So I stay here, not throwing away my shot, waiting for my chance to shine.
And like your recollection and illumination,
I will be divine.