super bowl sunday
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2002-02-02 - 11:39 p.m.
I wrote this 6 years ago this very weekend. For some reason I dug it up and wanted to give it life again. I guess it has something to do with the big game, who really knows? I was attending a fairly liberal university and would quite frequently go off on tangents much bigger than what I really knew about. I guess that�s what happens sometimes. You have a thought and just write about it, when in all actuality, maybe it should just remain a passing thought. The people who change the world aren�t really set out to change the world.January 28, 1996
Today is Super Bowl Sunday. I wonder what the domestic violence is like today in so many homes. Doesn�t matter rich or poor, black or white, big or small, happy or sad. The men who are grasping onto their pride and the women, clinging onto what they might have left of it. Living for the children, it�s all for the children. These men beat their wives. What right do they have? Scripture�religion? Alcohol? Courage? Insecurity? Hate? Jealousy with invisible roots?
These problems� these weird out of control changes with the flick of the remote control. The glitter and the caffeine of life; the drama of �Friends� and the images of �reality.�
The speed on the freeway and up every other kid�s nose� Loss of identity� lost in the realm of communication tech excessiveness.
My eyes are so open now. I see things from a different perspective; internalized racism (for women of color and for white women), and concepts of parable advertising. Hopes for this generation--- �they will need hope, help and counseling.�
Living on the edge of existence, barely making it�surviving for the soul� the music that lets your mind escape into a dimension of happiness and ease. The sounds, the lights, the life, the bass line that invites you to feel�feel your mind dance with your spirit.
So you see we are all individual threads in a colorful blanket. Young energetic, social and refined, opinionated, constantly changing everyday. We�ll eat what you feed us, but don�t expect a clean plate. Look at us with purple and green hair, bleached in every shade of yellow, see what happens when we have already bought into your American dream of money and prosperity? Ironically, we�ll starve for 3 days to buy your �instant rebellion� hair colors. I want you to know what our world is coming to; disease and pleasantries� uniform modernity of pain and joy, the waves of your aristocratic government, fame and fortune. We have bigger things to worry about: the earth is dying.
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