Perfection

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Quincy Boyle, Contributor

 

Kids looking in mirrors hoping to find something

Something they know isn’t there but they look anyway

And when they don’t find what they’re looking for

They claw at it as if their bleeding fingers will fix their image

 

Spend all day staring at magazine pages full of photo-shopped women

Aspiring to be the next sex charged bombshell

Showing off plastic gazongas and fat pumped butts

Because they don’t know anything else.

 

Red screen internet TV streamin’ from wifi to mind

Taking up their time with 10 dollar a month

Sex, drugs, and forbidden thoughts

Read straight from a well organized top 10 comcast guide.

 

We lose our self in the clickety-clack of

Texting while we sext away our teenage lives

Turning the “greatest years of our lives” into

The “top 10 reasons I lie about my name”

 

Caught in a vortex of supposed satisfaction

promised by midnight promos for the newest products

Hitting shelves near you before you saw the commercial

And hitting your coffee table at a thousand mph when it’s done.

 

It’s all an attempt to search for something unattainable,

Unexplainable, undefinable, lost in a web of consumer culture

Rushing to produce the next consumer dream all

Bubble wrapped twice in check mark Amazon packaging.

 

They all want to see, hear, touch, taste, smell, and be

Perfection, not realizing that every day

They are walking in a world of masks and facades

Wrapped with a pretty little bow marked “perfect”

 

They take this meaningless word and slap it on every surface

Hoping the label overrides reality like

Baking a cake with shit instead of whole wheat

And thinking it’ll taste sweet and creamy

 

People are putting on their masks so they don’t have to show

Themselves to an audience wanting the same

Love and acceptance as you but

Just as terrified no one will see the beauty in their flaws

 

Stop reaching for what you can’t have

Through every available media at your disposal

And reach for all things you can have

If only you took off your mask.

 

The sound of the birds outside your cracked window, peace.

The taste of lips on lips helping the other breathe, love.

The rolling laughter of the waves on your toes, happiness.

Peel off the perfect and let out what’s real.