The Bane Of Me

8/2/21

We are just apart of an depreciating system, the original sin formed into an algorithm. We spend so much time in our fun and think that we are still ourselves. We laugh at the racial bias and unempathy of words and forget we are all the same. We find it easy to seperate ourselves from one another than to actually relate. The things we share are always going into a single entities pockets. All we are useful for is being tricked into thinking material things matter over our ethereal existence.

Pop culture was the end of the people. It brought us together and yet tore as apart. A contradiction like no other. Then we just mocked the sambos big mamas pickaninnies and coons. Now we got a full palette of skins to perpetuate the dissonance of our hearts. I wish I was blind and unseeing like most of the world, maybe that would make me more happy than I am. If I was just apart of the system instead of being one of its glitches soon to be weeded asunder.