The Truth, and the Trap of Modern American Society from the Eyes of an Eccentric Bronx Girl

I️ self reflect

I️ look at the patterns and constants

In the puzzle of my entity

I️ decipher each piece as would a scientist observing each of her elements;

Before intertwining one with a nother to watch the chemical reaction

and I️ watch my myself

My thoughts, my reactions ...

Imagine how I️ might feel

The feeling of unsurpassable awareness of the self and its surroundings

They say highly intelligent beings are highly self aware

I️ just think I’m nuts

Because I️ was raised in a society where

Being different means you are sick

That those who think massively and constantly

Need a Zoloft

Rather than understanding, acceptance and encouragement in the pursuit of greatness...

That those who are full of ideas

Need Ritalin

Rather than an environment that doesn’t limit beings’ capacities and individuality

That those who don’t conform

Are outcasts

The minorities

On a scale made by some man who knows nothing of our value

Who probably knows nothing of his own

I️ reflect

I️ look at the patterns and constants

In the puzzle of society

Waiting to see the chemical reaction

And I️ watch humanity

It’s thoughts, it’s actions..