An Epic Failure? (Here's a Bagel)

I don’t remember what it was,
but last night,
I had a vision.
I didn’t have all of these tattoos at my circumcision,
so it seems I have to make a decision:
To sacrifice my individuality,
or to conform?
Ah, That’s the question,
would my epic failure just be me learning my lesson?
I’m not complaining,
this is merely food for thought,
so here’s a bagel:
If a girl wanted to go ahead and pierce her navel,
and another girl decided to pierce her nose
I suppose
even if the girl who pierced her nose
had her masters
compared to the other’s GED
would her failure to get the job
insult her university’s degree?
Or is this just hot air?
I’m not saying it’s unfair
to push professionalism,
but sometimes I see the implied genius in communism
because theoretically,
we are all the same except for medically
in the eyes of our dictator
but given the reality
of human individuality
this is little more than a child’s dream.
Our lust for currency and cream
and competition
forms our entire coalition.
But funny that our reality
to support our individuality
was exactly the thing that snubbed it,
for it seems that knowledge is no longer the biggest
thing in this republic.
It is who you know
not what you know
that get you to the top though,
so what rules?
Do we teach in our schools
for children to be themselves?
Or do we fill our shelves
with tomes about the future,
and books on what not to do to help
you avoid being a loser?
These things being
the way you act
the way you look
and the way you dress,
of course a child would care less
if his best friend looked a mess,
but unfortunately,
that’s just not the way of the world,
I wish I could tell myself why,
and I’m not griping because I can’t wear jeans
because on my worst days I’d wear a tie,
but what of what I’ve learned?
After all the education I’ve chased and yearned?
How do I succeed?
When I’ve already fucked myself out of what I need?
My earrings and nose rings and tattoos
make me look like a joke,
and even though I’ve never sounded how I looked when I spoke,
companies never look at the barriers you’ve broke through
despite the fact they’re imperfect
because even the C.E.O’s snort coke too,
this big business will choke you.
Our constitution says it’s equal but I find it odd,
that while the VP’s eyes were watching Sally’s breasts,
my eyes were watching God,
somewhere the loudest horns couldn’t reach me,
while the VP was in his villa eating his mistress
I was devouring Nietzsche,
filling myself full with Da Vinci,
engorging myself with Virgil,
and consuming any knowledge I could until my face turned purple.
Do I use this as an excuse?
Or are the suits
who read Dr. Seuss
only impressed that even though I looked dumb
because I am eighteen years young,
I was the only one
in the interview room
who knew why the caged bird sung?
That’s Maya Angelou,
but I think I’ve found an answer to my question,
when I think back to remember,
even my mother taught me this lesson,
so I think I know that now, I absolutely have to make a decision,
because last night,
I had a vision,
and despite my derision
I didn’t have this ink at my circumcision,
because the truth is,
I won’t survive in the world of business
with all these tattoos and piercings.

An Epic Failure? (Here's a Bagel)

Shaquille Stewart

Montgomery Village, United States

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I hope you’ll read all of this, I was actually just at a bus stop talking to myself (I know, I’m weird) and I found that these were the words, I don’t know why, but these were the words. I hope you like it. Food for thought, here’s a bagel. :)

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