What price to pay, the freedom of individuality?
Being unique is almost a crime,
Barbie dolls come out of the factory,
The same mold, different colors
The same bust, the same height, the same makeup
The same clothes
The perfect image of an ‘ideal’ woman.
Girls sitting in a noisy café
Wear almost the same t-shirts and jeans
The same cut, the same style,
the same,
the same,
the same.
Did they come out of the factory too?
The factory of society.
Any deviation from the ‘norm’ will be discarded.
Rejected.
Shuned.
Outcasted.
The price of individuality.
This is a nice, meaningful poem about your observations of life. Though I completely believe individuality is celebrated at it's first instance and emergence - before it becomes duplicated incessantly perhaps i.e. in the beginning there was a Barbie, in the beginning there was a Smile, in the beginning there was a Word, in the beginning there was Yu Yu :-)
I understand your point of course, don't get me wrong. Clones are a drag. I suppose it doesn't bother me too much if I'm in the right state of mind and plane of existence.
And individuality is priceless.
I liked this, so true its difficult to grow up in todays society.. the repetition of "same "same works as it conveys exactly what you mean, like a world full of clones..
Funny bit! I don't think this shone quite as much as some of your other stuff - it had a message, but it didn't seem to have the voice you put into your others.
I'm a third culture kid born in China, Beijing. I was brought up in Yangon, Myanmar (Burma); Cairo, Egypt; New York, USA. I'm now living in Gurgaon, near New Delhi, India. And I use all the crazy expe.. more..