I want to be a Stereotype

Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry


I am a child.
I am the one that still laughs like thunder.
I am the one that still cries when it hurts.
I am the one that still screams when I'm angry.
I am the one that still loves like a mother.
No sisters. No brothers.
I am the last one standing.
I want to be a stereotype.

I want to walk the walk
and when I talk the talk I want to spit fire
and burn the media and all that which forces this
bullshit called beauty down our throats
so that we begin to believe
and we indulge in the lies that society tells.
But I'm raising hell because I-
I want to be a stereotype.

I want to suffocate my mind like Jessica Simpson
and feast on the bird among fishes.
That's right. I want to tell all my brothas and sistas
that Tuna is the new Fried Chicken.
I want to be a stereotype.

But I can't.
I can't change the color of my skin
or the kink in my hair.
I can't bring myself to mutilate my DNA
or put balloons in my chest.
Is my ass too much for you to grab?
Too much cushion? I am pushing for society
to look at me and tell me that I
shouldn't be a stereotype.

Because stereotypes don't live real lives.
Because being fake is a lie to yourself.
Because doing what they say is cool
just makes you a tool.
Because you are not a stereotype.

You were the child that made the dead live again.
You were the child that could do anything.
You were the child that was best friends with the world.
You were the child that society killed.

We are the daughters, the sons, the nephews,
the nieces, the cousins, the uncles, and aunts.
We are the mothers and fathers of the future,
A future society fears, and WE are society now.
© 2006