Slam poem for english ^-^
A white room
In walk exactly twenty people
10 girls and 10 boys
they all look stunning
the girls are beautiful, the guys are handsome
They’re all the same height the same sight
reflects in their eyes
in their icy blue eyes.
What a coincidence, isn’t it?
When you look closer you’ll notice
They’re all wearing the same grey shirt
The same bleached jeans
Same black shoes.
the same weight
Wait a second maybe they aren’t as stunning anymore
It’s like someone control-c’d control v-d
copy paste paste paste paste pasted them
But they’re all perfect!
They’re just like the rest!
Boring, isn’t it?
When everyone is exactly like the rest?
Yeah but they all belong!
They all fit in
I ask them
What does that mean?
Being like the rest?
Everyone is their own, right?
My name is Tamara
That isn’t your name
Therefore im not like the rest.
But I still want to belong
I still want to belong with my friends
With the people surrounding me
Do I need to change
To be like the rest?
To fit in..?
When I was 10
Someone told me I was fat
Because my belly stood out a little
Just because my thighs
Were a little bit thicker than the average
Because that girl over there!
Her thighs aren’t as thick!
What she did have though
Was an eating disorder
Because you told her she didn’t fit in.
Nowadays I might not have the perfect stomach
Might be a little bit insecure because my nose isn’t straight
because I’m not straight
because when a pretty girl walks into a room the first thing that comes to mind is
Daaamn she’s hot!
But when I walk overstreet with said girl
Hand in hand because I’m so high in love
People might think that we’re friends
Because they expect me to be one of those 10 girls who walked into the room
Because 9 out of 10 people are straight
Because I’m that 1
And they want me to belong
Be just like the rest
Just like those other 9 girls.
I’m not like the rest because it’s not possible to be like the rest
And it took me six years.
Six whole years
To learn that being like the rest
Means you aren’t true to yourself
And if you’re not true to yourself
Therefore you don’t belong
So what is being like the rest?
A world where everyone is the same
Just like those 20 people who walked into the room
Where everyone wears the same
Where everyone talks the same
Where everyone is like the rest
Yet not true to themselves
But they do belong
If that’s how the world is
It isn’t a world I want to be part of
Because I’m rather true to myself and maybe not belong
Than adjusting myself and be a part of
Because it’s my life.
And no one can dictate
Whether I can like girls yes or no
Whether I can dye my hair in the craziest colors
Just because you don’t
And because I know that that one
insecure girl or guy might finally dare
to do that thing they’ve always wanted to try
but never did
because they so desperately wanted to belong
If I can be that push over the line
It means that eventually
they’ll cause that push on another person
So that everyone can be who they truely are
Which will make everyone themselves
Which makes everyone true
Which makes everyone belong.
Instead of being just a replica
Of that one
That walks into that white room.