Rhetorically Speaking, by StrawberryStud Subscribe to rss feed for StrawberryStud

To my peers, I ask you, Are you free? Not just dealing with

equal opportunity, but are you free? Are you no longer 
struggling, trying to cope with society`s way of life. So 
much we endure, the hardships, and the strife. Everyday, 
having to look over your shoulders because "they" might see

or have something to say. And who are "they"? "They" are 
us, you and me. Every single one of us passes judgement on 
someone. I have, I do, and even though I try not to, it 
happens. Sh!t happens! Too damn often though. Y`all I`m 
tired. Man I`m tired! Tired of being physically drained, 
mentally strained, emotionally slained; stressd, oppressed,

and depressed. I`ve been deprived of my freedom, I`ve been 
stripped of my soul; undressed. Mentally, physically, 
emotionally, and spiritually, I`m just tired. Surpressed 
into a worldI didn`t choose to live, that doesn`t love, yet

I have to give of me. My mind, my peace, my time, to people

who don`t care if I breathe,or if I`m determined not to 
be... ME. We, you, them, us, it all comes down to me. I 
question my reasoning for being on a daily basis just by 
being here. Sometimes much too often, but until I find out,

I`ll ask Him, and until then, I`ll answer nothing more. I 
will tell you this, it`s not because you stare, not because

you question the things I wear, not because you question my

preference, or the way I live. "It`s by choice", that`s 
what "they" say. Are you sure? I really chose to live 
amongst unaccepting, judgemental, hypocritical, ignorant, 
close-minded people. So I ask again, Are you sure? You 
question everything else. Do you dare to question my voice,

and why I speak out, maybe even reach out to those of us 
who ask too many dam(n) questions. Maybe this will tickle 
your fancy... Because I am not You, I am ME. He is he, She 
is she, and we are we, but "I and he" shall never be. And 
you are not "THEE", so don`t judge me. Do you dare to seek 
individuality? Come on, I challenge me, what about you? See

you can`t, because you`re too caught up on what he or she 
said. You hold too many insecurities. You see we have the 
ability to be "we", but can you let go and do you? Nope, 
you want to much to fit in and portray what others like to 
see. Too formidable for me. Everyone`s beginning to look 
alike, yet we`re so quick to say something about what 
someone else has. How about thinking first. With the world 
we`re living in, that`s a snowball`s chance in hell. This 
is what people thirst. Don`t spit out what everyone`s said 
or saying. If you`re going to say anything, at least take a

second to be creative; at least. Oh wait, "we" can`t do 
that, no one thinks around here. Why live for someone else?

Try living for yourself, because he is he, she is she, and 
indeed we are we collectively, but me... I will always be 
one, selectively. So to my peers I askthese last three 
questions indirectly. Are you free? Are you an individual? 
Are you ME.
*****************"Rhetorically
************************Speaking."

Posted: 2005-04-26 14:59:33 UTC

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