Bean Poem by Zinger Wingz

Bean



There's a bean inside your head
Where all your thoughts and imaginations once met.
This Bean where all your feelings and passions once brew
And where nothing was ever due.

But now it's like this Bean, it doesn't exist
Because of all these social temptations we refuse to resist
And the ideal desirable lifestyle you had in your mind,
We're forced to leave that behind because we've become so blind.

Because you see this Bean you have, this Bean is called your Brain.
The brain you've forsaken because you're too busy gathering pain.
The pain of constantly basing our lives on society's validation
Because we've become too weak to be our own motivation.

Oh this poor Bean, all locked up and suffocated,
Slowly losing ourselves, it gets complicated
Accomplishing nothing just to scream "Mama I've made it! "
And not even realising how quickly our individuality is being confiscated.

This Bean you've convinced that there's such a thing as ‘FOMO'
You don't like it but yet can't say NO!
This Bean you've filled with so much hate, Die you f**king HOMO!
This Bean, this Bean you're not allowing to grow.





Oh precious Bean
It's sad how you now think it's okay to be mean
Not caring about anyone else in any type of need
As long as our names are clean.

This disturbing fear of rejection has become a disease,
A disease that only has one way of being put to ease
The same way you came on this earth is the same way you'll leave
And when that storm is over, you'll finally enjoy that breeze.

Dear Bean, you're all I'll ever have
I'm deeply hurt and embarrassed by the large portion of myself that I gave.
I wish I had given you the chance to be you
Instead of allowing everyone to tell me what to do.

Now look at us Bean, all washed up and cold
So young but so old
Thought I was living this perfect life of gold
But truth is I was never at liberty in my own world.

I've smiled, I've laughed, I've loved, oh Bean I've really tried
But now I'm tired from how much I've cried.
I don't know if I'll take the subway or fly
But what I do know, is that it's time for me to say goodbye.


By: ZingerWingz (2017)

Tuesday, March 27, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life,sadness,social behaviour
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Windhoek, Namibia
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