The Body and Soul

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My body is an ocean 

Floating mindlessly

Allowing complete freedom to do what it pleased. 

The moon manipulated the water

To create the certain wave 

To crash on the shore

To find a soul to connect too 

To become the person you are expected to become.

That is what the moon expects from the waves.

My body are the poles in the fence

Tightly wrapped around the barb wire 

Squeezing the life out of me. 

There are animals inside the fence

Representing all my conflicting ideas

And people come along to pick and choose 

Choosing the animals that were perfect for them

Choose which of my ideas are BETTER than others.

While the rest of them

Herded away from the barb wire;

A fear of exposure.

Starving away the reality of the animals

To align with these societal norms.

That is what the farmer expect from the fence.

My body is a scarecrow. 

Watching as the crows of society

Eat away at my crops 

That I grew and harvested for myself. 

Who do I become when the only thing left in the field

Is the six-foot strawman

Created for others.

Then what does the crop grower expect 

If what they have created has failed to please them?

I want to crawl into the body that I once called my home

That safe illusion that I personified my life around

Stripped away from me.

As my soul frantically wandering around to find protection

Satisfaction 

Genuine happiness from others.

I feel stuck.

I feel trapped.

What if there is no crops

What is the scarecrow for?

What if there is no animals

What is the fence for?

What if there is no moon

What are the waves for?

What if there is no soul

What is the body for?

I thought what’s on the inside matters

Not the outside.

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Blackout Poem

Allow freedom to connect people from reality.

I have failed to call that safe illusion satisfaction.

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Personal Reflection

This isn’t my best work, I’m going to be honest. I have a spoken word that is WAY longer than this one however, I wasn’t very comfortable sharing that on this blog because the PUBLIC can read it. There are several sections that shift from one idea to another very rigidly. I didn’t know what to add to change it so I was left with this ‘awkward’ spoken word.

To sum it up, this poem (besides what it was initially about) was to express the pent-up feelings I had regarding myself and my views on how society is limiting us to the endless possibilities in life- I won’t go into much detail without exposing my old spoken word. Lately, my life has been so tough- as I expressed on my About Me- it’s difficult for me to speak out to the ones around me. With these build-up emotions, there is that result of a breaking point. At that moment, I always tend to be alone, which makes it harder to reach out to the ones I love. This spoken word gave me a chance to fully express myself and figuratively write about my life.

I wanted to write something for my constant build-up of emotions ever since but I never knew how to start. I was in my room working on homework. My music was playing on shuffle in the background- then the song above started playing. It sparked this feeling of being in the ocean or in an empty field. Then, I had an epiphany and then everything, at the moment, was spilling out of my mouth.

I wanted the reader to experience the full leisure of this spoken word by playing the same song I was listening to while writing I didn’t want to choose another song because I felt it was going to distract the mood of the piece (I’m not sure if that made sense).

The blue highlight was to emphasize the different paragraphs and different ideas in the Spoken Word. This format is confusing and muddles everything together which wasn’t my intention.