Society's Chosen

Stereotype is her name. Success is never gained and fortune is only gained when laying. They say you reap what you sow, and what she reaps is what she weeps. Her back produces four labors, only bought by many men.

Her man is Welfare. Never comes when needed but always stops by to mock the state she's in. You see, he doesn't do anything. Her back bends over bills that never end. But dear oh Welfare, never knows when to lend a hand. Not only is Welfare the best man in her life, but he judges and ridicules her life. Therefore she succumbs to the shadows of the world, hoping it can help her cope another day with her back.

The first labor was for Government. Good old Uncle Sam couldn't wait to adopt him.  His footsteps always strayed on a wealthy path: house burglaries, drug deals, controlling the trap. Government was always the best pupil, never forgetting to greet the policemen. He fell in love with The Game, promising her that never will he change. Uncle Sam was so proud on Government's wedding day. The ring was handcuffs with the best man a guardsman.

A man unknown gave Stereotype Entertainment. Physical beauty is the only way to pay bills. Shaking her assets in attempts to gain assets. She worships ignorant idols on the daily, hoping enough is thrown to support her. These fake moguls toss her like a rag, but she brags like if it's something worth fighting for. She lost her feet so forever is on her knees, crawling to find a new bed to lay her head in. On TV is where her dreams seem to be, slaving for any disrespectful wannabe.

Never is the beauty her mother cursed her with. The society will never tolerate her; her best is never accepted. She's always close but never close enough. Cries foul of discrimination due to the nation's apathy to her wishes of higher labor. Teaching hands taunt her with disabilities with a system she never gained affinity. Neighbors quote that her best success is like her mother's back. Or probability strikes and Affirmative Action will let you in. Either way she murdered her own hope, using negatives as the rope to choke it. Unlike Government, her wedding day was forbidden. Her feet interlocked with the pavement in the street, with the shadows being the only good she eats.

Expectations was the strongest labor to be born. Stereotype never understood why this labor was so hard and strong to produce. You see, at birth he grabbed the world in his hand. At each angle, maps were drawn and planned, vowing that forever he will be the change man. They told Expectations to dream as high as the branch they use to lynch his ancestors. But the hard, strong man he is, he chose not to acknowledge such cruel demands. Looking at that branch, he noticed the trunk of the tree and how the roots grew mile deep. His branch-high dream hooked roots into work's soil. No one knew that this branch would grow into a grand oak tree. In awe society claimed to praise him but Expectation knew they were waiting to hate him. He vowed his tree to not be destructed but home to guideless birds that need some love.

Listen,  the world tells you it's in your genes. That you can never be clean or worth being seen without life's scars on your back. The state never fails to use and abuse you, until your final debt payment is death's wishes. Arts reveal the horrors of life, marking a price that is masked with others laughter. Chains attached at birth to be unlocked by the key taunted right in front of you. The question is when you meet them would you greet them? Or grit your teeth and look the other way? Either way, they're still someone you can be. What does society choose you to be?