What I see

L.Lewis24

I see hurt people in America, I see hidden people in America

Put on the mask, act like everything is ok, don't show true emotion

Be the person other people want you to be

I see a divided America, I see a conformed America

Give into peer pressure, not going outside of the box, fitting into social norms

I see America falling apart, I see America turning away from everybody

Living on Social Media, Not interacting with people face to face

I see depressed Americans, I see suicidal Americans

Tell people what they want to hear, Don't show emotion, it shows weakness

When does all of this stop, when will it go away

I see America crumbling underneath our feet, falling just out of reach.

  • Author: L.Lewis24 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 19th, 2023 10:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is a Whitman style poem about how I view America today. I wrote this as an assignment for english class. I wanted to portray the feeling of realness and that America is not as great as everyone thinks it is. There are some really bad things and some really hurt people in America
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 22
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    really enjoyed this read
    even if it's subject, depresses me
    thanks for sharing, dear poet
    have faith
    it only takes one kind hand
    one warm smile, to remind us
    even now, despite it all
    life's worth fighting for
    stay strong!
    please forgive my scribble below
    (this condition, you so acutely
    and passionately, word sincere
    is more
    a world wide pandemic
    that merely a USA issue,
    see modernity
    is a little different from history
    before, like now
    the 'majority herded', complained
    and maligned their fate
    of being born into a world and
    at time, with humanity
    in such a desperate state
    yet, back then
    they lamented, death tolls of wars
    now, suicide rates
    match, those of previous wars
    fatalities...
    as today
    battles are being waged in people's
    isolated minds
    devoid of any anchors
    to existence's transcendent beauty
    inundated
    with parcel delivery comforts
    and microwave meals for one
    online personas, haunted
    by callous and vile comments
    community
    a forgotten word, deemed archaic
    and spirit a forgotten lore
    of days gone past, when eye contact
    made us feel, like we were part
    of something greater
    something real
    something we yet could, rectify
    and maybe even somehow salvage...)

  • jarcher54

    I love your take on the Whitman style, which shows through. A+

    It inspires an older person like me that you get it.



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