Who? What? Where? Why?
Who am I?
What type of person do I want to become?
Where do I look for answers?
Why do I harbor these feelings?
Which decision should I make?
What if I'm not good enough?
Where would I run to?
Why am I so confused?
Who am I to ask these questions?
Because the Media Says So
I'm fat, because the media says so.
I'm ugly, because the media says so.
I'm not perfect, because the media says so.
I have to buy these, because the media says so.
I have to buy those, because the media says so.
Rape is okay, because the media says so.
Violence is okay, because the media says so.
Murder is okay, because the media says so.
Blah, blah, blah, because the media says so.
Glorify falsified truths.
Let us sip your dripping cup of
Two teaspoons of propaganda,
Sell our morals for our greed.
Disregard the wealth of individuality.
Turn off the life of a soldier
By the trigger of a controller.
Manipulate and weaponize fear.
With a slight chance of rain,
Come and cleanse a sinful conscience.
*Please stand by…
Maricar is about to graduate from high school. She has quite a way with words. These three pieces are part of a larger cycle written in response to her experience attending a performance of "Green Day's American Idiot." At university, Maricar will prepare to enter the medical professions. I am honored to have worked with her. Thank you, Maricar.