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by Beth K Hannah

Adourning the cover of the latest fashion
Is the height of silicon and plastic
Wrecking the minds of my eight year old cousin
And killing the minds of my adolescent friends.

Tell me what a girl has that makes her
Prostitute her uniqueness
Sell herself to the edge
And damage her one last chance to be alive

Cocaine runs rampant through the halls
Teachers look away while wiping their nose
Student sell their education for a joint
And expect their coaches to be their Jesus Christ.

Tell me why the pretty girls whore themselves
Why the smart girls have such uneducated desires
When taunts and teases blend with acid
And the only way to be cool is to die


In the real world that we all escape to
Life doesn't change
We stop whoring ourselves to the jocks
And go for the company's CEOs.
The exceptions to the rule live alone
Wondering idly if they can make a change
They press for freedom, love, and unity
In a society that values beauty above brains.

So, can you tell me why I should break by back
To watch the loaded cheerleader become her school's queen
Why I should live for the moment when I can escape
When I have nothing to escape to
Why I should value morals above money
When not even the churches do?

12/21/2002

Author's Note: My views on society.

Posted on 12/22/2002
Copyright © 2024 Beth K Hannah

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 12/25/02 at 03:37 AM

Dark, sinister, and quite disturbingly truthful.

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