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38. The Club of Open Minds

Meh, this is just something I have been thinking about for a while now (: You know, how shallow humanity is and all that fun stuff? Here's a poem that I hope at least one of the few people reading this will understand...like really...understand and think about in life. Enjoy <3

September 6, 2009

Lay eyes on the girl strutting down the street
Tell me, what do you see?
The haircut, the top, the high heel shoes?
How ignorant we all must be

See the lank, husky man standing in the alley
The one with the serpent tatoo?
He must be a very menacing man,
For ink on skin really defines you...

Imagine that that sheer layer of skin
Guarding your body from being exposed
Imagine it shedding and falling apart
Until the only thing left of you were muscles and bones

This is how we all are on the inside
No body would be able to assess us then
We are marvels, unique singletons
Individual men and women

Sure, some of us are muddled in the head
And a few of us are noticeably greedy
Most of us humans are solely egocentric
Don’t even think twice about the needy

A few of us had jagged patches in our lives
Secrets we don’t even share with our friends
We sometimes have made faulty choices in life
Now we’re waiting for our blunders to mend

One thing we all possess is a beating heart
And veins that keep us moving on
We rely on this system to keep us alive
ā€˜Til the one faithful day we are gone

Join the Club of Open Minds
Realize that we are more than our skin
Peer acutely into your mind
And welcome the person within

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