For The Britneys Of The World Poem by Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson

I wonder if cameras really can steal the souls
Of young people caught up in celebrity roles

So many pictures, so many times,
24/7, no reasons, no rhymes

Except they’re famous for being famous, not for their art –
Do they become soulless and devoid of their heart?

Being photographed always, world-center stage,
Perhaps camera-flashes transform to flashes of rage

That explode so volcanically – Who’s at the controls?
I wonder if all those pics really did steal their souls

No matter how brightly their shooting star shone
It seems that celebrities are very alone