The struggles we refuse to see lie in the eyes of spoil and greed
The genocide we refuse to face is the product of ignorance in the human race
We "like" photos of women on Instagram who sell their souls to marry a rich man
We praise those who laugh at our being because we do not match their financial means
We long to live a life worth filming, to have our face on a big city building
But still, we are too dumb to see, we sell our souls for misery
What is happiness to a human? Is it the same for an American as a Cuban?
America has this "dream" it sells, fame, fortune, and living well
But is it all the same for those, who struggle to find some decent clothes?
Do we reap what we sew? Do we really learn as we grow?
We base our lives on the views of others
Subtly in competition with one another
Living for them, never for us
Ignoring the wrath of our inner disgust
We condone what we do because we feel it is the way to live
Society's own status quo seems as though it cannot be undid Poetry Slam