Dear Mr Television,
I would like to personally thank you.
For raising me and my family
Years I sat in front of you, eyes wide and becoming square like your head
Your static filling my ears and rattling my brain
The fading sound of your pixelated screen truly felt empty
The years of woman being objectified by your large lense, to make little girls hurl looking at themselves
As little boys were taught to not cry if they were to be men
And those who did not conform to either were seen as aliens or beyond human
You taught me how to hate
You taught me how to love
You taught me how to fear
And you taught me disgust
So now I'm here to thank you for all things you taught me.
Because they are fucking ridiculous
From racist cartoons to homophobic propaganda you wished to mold me into your status quo
Yet you forgot the fine print
I live beyond my living room,
For mum and dad never had a TV in my room and my small hands had a talent or two
Since now I could create my own tales with a sketch or two
Toys you tired to sell but I couldnt afford
Lies you tried to teach but friends who wouldnt conform
For the generation before now controlled you
YOU ARE READING
Random Writings
DiversosJust a bunch of mini stories based off images I found, and I miss the Primary School days where creative writing was a constant. (Or I'm just a sad loser, which is a hundred percent possible as well)
