by: Megan Finsel
We are not amused! In this joke of yours
This reality you’ve made
Where the cost of popularity is higher than virginity
We are not amused
In your swag and your ‘tude
Yolo? Oh no! Mad bro? Ya know!
This reality isn’t real
Fake! Faux! False!
It’s a mirage in the desert distance,
A drink eluding your thirsty lips
We are not amused
In what you define as beauty
Beauty of skin, beauty on skin, injected in skin, and cut from skin
Or in what you consider stylish
It is appalling
How an open door, an open hand, a smile, a tipping hat
Has become so obsolete
We are not amused
In how you judge us, how you see us, how you hold us to paper cutouts, paper thin, and tell us: “look this way!” or “act this way if you want to be accepted!”
Do this! Do that! Cut this! Crimp that! Who are you to tell us how to be?
We are who we are the way we are for a reason beyond what your shortsighted eyes can view
We are not amused
How can I describe me? If you’ve seen me around campus I always have a paintbrush in my hair. I am an artist and a writer and (whether with words or with paint) telling stories is one of my greatest passions. I strongly believe that words can make a difference, and if my work can make at least one person smile, then I have done my job. I hope someday to be a Special Education teacher, but I know I will always tell stories. Now you know me 🙂