Magazines and television,
You are forced against.
Normality and formality
Sentence you to death.
Standing on a platform
Before a jeering crowd.
The Demon Queen of Popularity
Sits with her golden crown.
Preferences and assumptions,
Wrap around you like a noose,
Tightening the more you fight,
Anything but loose.
Step up to the court bench
Peers, a ruthless jury, wait
For your head
On a silver plate.
Rumours and conformity,
Nails on a crucifix.
Face the social hierarchy
Or the consequences of Power Politics.
So you put on your mascara,
Tug on your skinny jeans,
To survive this trip through purgatory.
The judgement of the teens.
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How I See It
РазноеA collection of poems, essays, and opinions that push topics some are afraid to talk about, How I See It shows that Joy Tonic is not afraid to say what needs to be said.
