Chloe's+Poetry


 * I AM _____**

Why is race? Why do we feel it necessary to subclass humans? To condense everyone (anyone) into neat boxes…! With Labels. // Stereotypical // Labels. We are the society that thrives on such things, Nice, simple, shiny, easy to read, Labels: White. Black. Yellow. Red. But people aren’t meant to be Labeled. Because they can’t be. (It is an impossibility.) That Label will become consumed By its own lie. Nor can people be assigned colors. He is not “white.” She is not “black.” We are not “yellow.” They are not “red.” People are not crayons. Crayons have Labels.

**I AM A DEGENERATE BECAUSE SCIENCE TELLS ME SO**

Diagnosed to be genetically inferior, we are separated from society as defective. We are the infection that eats away at the high class and surrounds them with our illness: Poverty. We’re seen as rats, the bottom feeders of society, greedily accepting their scraps Of fineness. Of wealth. Of superiority. Of wellness. We watch as their fancy shoes stomp by us. Nearly (wishing to) crush us with their soles.

“Vermin! Defects! Unfit for society! Doomed to Die!” Mindless poison spewed upon us by Eugenicists. The poison that seeps into their upper class minds and converts them. They believe (the need to believe), it’s what keeps them alive. No more are they the dying breed, but the thriving ones – ones who are to thrive. Only the strongest survive. Science proves this. Science saves them.
 * YOU HAVE TO BE TAUGHT TO HATE**

Society plants the idea in the minds of the young Warping, cultivating and massing Gardens of hate That leave behind wakes of pain and suffering. The decaying shells of minorities once! Filled with pride Hope Happiness Content Now dehumanized, changed. Drained of all color and personality and difference and individualism and interest To be mulled into photocopied images. (-- because wouldn’t that be easier?) And people accept it – //hunger for it// – the so called truth. Haters spew their illness upon the young! Pushing, filling, stuffing, ramming into their subconsciouses: The fear of others – masking it with stereotypical pseudo actions and behaviors and thoughts Until no one see the person Only the growing blackened sludge Of fear filled lies.