Popping Balloons in Crowded Places

The world is a big black scarf

But
Not like the woolen ones
That grandma knits for Christmas
That she pours her heart into
Even though you’ll probably never wear it.
But it still makes you feel
That someone cares about you very
Very
Much

No
Not like those at all

The world is a thin big black scarf
Thin like the blanket of lies and deception
That we douse ourselves in
To feel comfortable in our state of utter
Apathy.

Thin like the many masks
That we tote around
Like a misfit travelling troupe.
Then
When we see somebody who will give us something
We scramble to put on the right one
To fake the right character

Thin like our televisions
HD
LCD
3D
Get on your knees
To beg for the latest
greatest
tv.

And know that the scarf is not knit.
It is sewn.
It is sewn with a needle
And the needle is thin
Just thick enough for the fingers of
One man
to hold it.
And men fight to control it
To get a chance to rule the world
To be the one sewing the scarf

Because everyone wants to be friends with the one that sews the scarf.

And once you hold the needle
You feel power tingling in your hands
And the tingling clouds your brain.
At one point
You told us
That if you got the needle
you would sew beauitful colors and patterns into our scarf
We believed you
We believed you

Then why is the scarf still black?
I keep this question
Locked up in my head
Because even though I am the one who handed you that needle
You will not think twice about
Stabbing me with it.

But I am different from the others
I do not quit
I refuse to let this scarf be all black
I want it to be
Colorful.
And I bring you thread
of every color
Brown
Orange
Red
Yellow
White
But you paint it all black.
Assimilation.
Why do you work so hard
To make sure the scarf is black?

But one day
I bring a balloon
It’s filled with so much air
That it’s about to burst

And I shove you
Knowing what would happen
You reach for your needle
To stab me again
But you didn’t stab me this time
No
You arrogant fool
You stabbed the balloon
And it popped
And everyone turned around and looked
And you were scared
Because
Nobody ever dared to look at you

They just let you do
What you wanted to do
And assumed you were doing what was
Right
For them.
But now they squinted
And looked closely.

Why is our scarf all black?
Didn’t you say you would make it beautiful?
You have no answer.

Popping Balloons in Crowded Places

notculpable

Joined January 2008

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2011 was the year of the protester. I say, keep popping balloons in crowded places.

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