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So What If I Am?

14 Nov

So What If I Am?

Sometimes when you show passion
About some kind of cause
It isn’t exactly met with
A big round of applause

Sometimes people will make fun
And say such classics like
“What are you, some kind of…” and
Insert their chosen strike

If you speak of the ego
And other deep content
And get accused of being a
Psychology student

If you watch your diet and
For health are a campaigner
And get accused of being some
Kind of personal trainer

If you praise the Lord above
And give glory to Him
And someone calls you a preacher
As if it’s something grim

If you are a creator
Of music, stories, art
And someone calls you an “artiste”
As if you’re much more smart

Don’t you dare allow them to
Make it seem like it’s bad
Head up, chest out and bellow
This line as if you’re glad:

“So what if I am?” you say to them
“So what if I do care?
So what if I show passion and
So what if you compare

My interests to people who have
Dedicated much time
And effort for the same passions?
So what? Is that a crime?”

Keep in mind that “What are you?”
When asked in a snide tone
Usually comes from someone
Who has not found their own

Passion or purpose in life
And feels inadequate
The irony of what they say
Is that they can’t commit

To any of the jobs that they
Accuse you of being
So nod your head and do not be
Afraid of agreeing

“What’s so bad about the job
That you’ve just listed off?
Is dedication and hard work
Something at which you scoff?

If it is, I’ve heard enough
That’s all I need to know
You just don’t see what it takes to
Evolve, advance and grow”

Let them try to make their fun
By listing off those trades
Because the people that do them
Possess passion in spades

                            ~Miro

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Voices

7 Jul

Voices

We live within a world
Where everyone’s a voice
So many different ways
To spread your news of choice

There’s Twitter and there’s Facebook
And many more I’m sure
That haven’t yet attained
The texting world’s allure

But what I’m noticing
As people use their thumbs
To converse with others
Is what discourse becomes

Shorthand simple thoughts
Devoid of depth and meaning
Rushed and to the point
And no time for gleaning

Thoughts thrown out into
A sea of tweeting noise
With iPhones and Blackberrys
And other cordless toys

I got to thinking that
With gadgets such as these
The problem is how much
They make talking a breeze

No more do people call
And speak with vocal chords
Instead there’s just a few
Scarce words you hurl towards

Devoid of inspiration
Or any concise thought
Just what you had for breakfast
And what merch you just bought

Multitudes of voices
Simultaneously
Texting little facts
And no one to see

And the few voices
Whose messages are deep
Get lost among the others
Hid under the heap

That’s why I grab my shovel
And put the blade to soil
Some voices can inspire
But only if you toil

And dig and sweat and maybe
Even grit your teeth
That will lead to finding
The truth that lies beneath

                                 Miro