Opportunities abound, in spaces all around
Yet we’re not astounded
The clock begins countin’ down
The moment you make a sound-
Out the womb and sometime soon, very soon
there’ll be no more you, no more me
Decomposing composer of what?
How am I to be remembered?
A martyr, ideologically dismembered
An evolution in my mind
but outside living the dream-
and what the hell is a dream?
the nonsensical sleeping thoughts of a being,
never made sense I was a kid
and if everybody studied a dictionary
the collection of agreed vocabulary
we’d be on the same page – equally
colorblind in a classless society
no more fighting, no more rioting.
Death and taxes are comin’,
can’t live your life runnin’
the beauty of the world is stunnin’
but many live their life bummin’
their ambitions, they traded ‘em in for a job
but me, I’m anti-establishment
and a non-conformist
and any other label I can claim to enhance performance
it may all seem contradictory
but many things in life have left me
puzzled and even
ruminating throughout high school
the teaches attitudes seemed to
The population, acting superficial,
but stockholm syndrome is not beneficial
the future is in our hands now, the youth
and we’ll disobey
The top and bottom is in disarray
and a complacent middle class is most dangerous
its all part of the daily strive, not for paper
but to be that kids savior,
an inspiration, don’t sell your soul
be your own self
society has me feelin tied in,
but I’ll bite the hand, bite the noose
the cages are full but
the animals are running loose
and as the state steals and kills,
and our patriots conceal and repress
the human rights violation known as poverty becomes more prevalent
thousands of food insecure in my very city!
The auctions of freedom continue,
they say there is equal opportunity
comrade, know your enemy.
Hypocrisy is the greatest enemy to all worth investment
but when you’re trapped are you really or is it your mind
Is there anyone worth dying for?
Love is just a chemical by any other name
Thats the eyedea…
life isn’t not a race, so come of it
with your racks on racks
and your “get money” maxim
its a pop culture welfare
we all need something to fill the void, but that ain’t the answer
to hell with Wall Street, picket it
occupy your mind with our need
I’m just an inhabitant
a citizen of the world
I give my mental phlegm up as a philosophy
and many are happy with the colonoscopy
called media, a pocket full of shells
and houses on the sand, they fill up the shelves
and the profit, under their belts.
I just wanna know what part of Mesoamerica my ancestors came from
they want me to work hard and pay taxes to someone
and while I love the U.S.,
its better, but not best
many settle, but me?
I’ll settle for nothing less.
To hell with a reprimand and with a harangue
my demands: our freedom or your life.
What am I worth – $7.25
here on this earth,
with a shotgun to my face, and the “less fortunate”
robbin the place, just to buy some chronic.
Steppin the stones of the pyramid,
self-actualization is my upper-class
My future degree is aimed at pabulum
It’ll begin with some decent curriculum
Daniel Meza is a 2015 Stayton scholarship recipient. He is Houston born and raised, first gen. College student and of Central American descent. His intended major is English.