Plexiglas
To my left, a withered lady
recounting each and every blink of life
To my right, an empty seat, Rather, occupied but the presence I deny, grown cold
From an ******* in a suit reading a Maxim magazine
Keeps looking at me with a lusty glow
With no source of intelligence that I know, never mind that, I'll just maintain
Control, Staring out the window
Reflections vault off the Plexiglas
Plexiglas is just one big molecule, Polymerization
Forcing all molecules into one
One of the only molecules that could be seen with the naked eye
Naked eyes are less obstructed
I suppose my eye is naked, American
Vulnerable to the vulgar Truth
Scuffed and callused from the exposure
Of toxic air the government spews
Miseducate me like Lauryn Hill
Teacher takes away the cd player containing the sermonizin' words
A lot realer then the ones on the board
Ms. Cardenas, take that off and concentrate Word
I read and soak in all these falsities like a lawyer from a Shakespearean era
Quiddities and Quillities don't phase me
Take these press conferences, documents, debunk them
Genius I am
sitting here with a check to cash
In my purse, an endless void
Brimming with things I feel like I must Cling onto just in case
I run into lost love and attempt to win him back with my favorite lipstick
Utilizing my best witty remarks and quips Glossy and thick seductive lips
It hurts to breathe on this land
Once I let go of the breath I've been holding in, Toxic sin
All in a sweep of the dusty green Christmas
I don't smoke but sometimes I wish I did
To drown my Id but it'll just enhance it
I wish I drank, but the dank stupidity of it makes me sick Venomously
the clock ticks while the lungs manually
Inhales, exhales, respire, Stop! Oppressing my breathing
Am I crazy to let white, rich men dictate
A misunderstood, poorly paid, average weight
Voluptuously represented Mexican Asian American?
Just logged into a minority case
White kids at school complaining they have no case
In getting a scholarship because they are white
Affirm this action
I didn't ask to be scorned, mocked
Judged and considered less
My color shines gold instead of un-pigmented
Affirmative
Are you still positive
That it's easy to breathe
Once I punch the air, manually
Out of those ignorant lungs
I didn't ask for pity, I asked for redemption
Of the past
In the Plexiglas
Copyright © Bella Cardenas | Year Posted 2007
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