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Hi Friends,
I recently made some ideas into a short poem called ‘(bee-yuw)’.
It serves some purpose to please people, but please try to serve purpose purposefully. I’d hate to hear how you dug yourself 6 feet reaching for cheap favour from the likes of those whom you know you don’t like, and can’t stand, who can't stand the sight of you and your likeness. Who see hue before brightness. Who knew you’d be like this? Slightly unlikeable to those a lot like you. Yet, so far removed from your likeness. Now, you're someone who you even like less. I guess I’d just like you to try to be liked less, like, why not be best friends with yourself? See, what it means to be selfless is that you need to be selfish with your self and this really can’t be helped, but maybe you can help it? Esteem turned to steam, and the whole family felt it Now, you stand to be less than the man you planned to be. Stressed, that’s your identity melting don’t be mad at me be mad at your self, you should be glad to be, you should be glad.
Up until this point, Stay for Dinner was my most cathartic poem, this one might have taken it’s place. The topic of identity, existentially speaking, is one which plays on my mind a lot.
- Okori