Everything is
Sexualized
Nothing
Intellectualized
Time
spent usefully
is
Marginal at best
Our kids are
Patronized
Pressured
But rest assured
Obsessions are healthy
In our eyes
Normal
Incrementally brainwashed by
What's cool
We sizzle, and
Burn
Our stomachs
Churn
Over a man, a
Fool
Our obsession is schooled
Celebrities are
Hot
But we are
Not
Unless hours are spent
Our sister's clothes lent
We eat less, we
Sprint
Or walk
We are
Hip
Our talk
Our swag at its best
Are almost just rot
It's outside. It's
Unkind
To speak my thoughts
Unless they speak
Yours. My life
Is meaningful as
Long as I
Don't tell you about
It
Because my freedom of
Speech
Is censored by
My religious views and my
Way of covering
My self
Or my
Face with its lack of
Paint
No mask
Just me, being, well
Me
But while being
Me
Am I reflecting
Him? Or do they see
Just me
Without
Depth
Without
Meaning
Do they see a
Love
Too deep to measure
Or am I
Buried
In earthly
Treasure
Does my life reflect a
Bigger picture
Or am I zeroed in on
My own pleasure
Because me being me is not
Enough
Not without His perfect
Love
So when you look
At me
I hope you're prompted to
See
Something bigger
Someone wiser
Than
Me