Humanity
i want to be something
i want to be original
but not “original”
i have terrible vision
i have my moms toes on the right, and my dads on the left
i am double jointed
i am see by the teacher differently in every class
from quiet as a mouse to complete smart alack
i love the idea of watercolor
but don’t like painting
my life feels like a run on sentence
But my eyes will worsen with age, originality will become an idea,
my feet wont matter,
my joints will fail,
i’ll graduate.
there will be a period at the end of my sentence;
what am i waiting for?
i don’t sleep much
i think sunrises are great
late nights are long
im emotional
i write
i draw
i act
just like everyone else
hate is a strong word,
but not as strong as loathe
(so we can use hate here)
i hate john greens characters
i hate society
i hate gender roles
i hate Instagram
i hate living in a world where
blindness and damage is a trait of beauty.
but don’t miss the point just as so many others have
i love humanity
with our freckles
and desires and tattoos
our dreams
our cliches and clichés
our pets and cameras
and music and fuzzy carpets
and sports and peoples devotion to them
i am in love with humanity
maybe one day i will be more content
with mine.
Copyright © Julia Mitchell | Year Posted 2014
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