Are you going to heaven by Elena Scully (reading an ebook TXT) 📕

Fitting in

What a pile

Of crap

Do you know how many

Young people die at their hand

“Suicide” it should be

Called

Be it bullycide

Eating disorder

Or actual act

Of killing ones self

And for what

To be straight

Blond hair

Blue eye

Big breast and butt

Like Britney Spears

I am sorry

I’d rather go to

The library

Or to the tattoo shop

Instead of hanging with “friends”

Who will bully

Me to death

To hell with fitting in

Let’s go back to being

Our selfs

And pretend a certain

Pop star doesn’t exist.

You cannot change anyone

No matter how blond someone is

That is not a status symbol

It your death warrant.

My mom

Wanted me to

Have insta friends

And I don’t mean

Instagram

I am mean for me not

To like the x-files

Or the FBI

or forensics

Or aliens

Because Britney Spears

Wasn’t FBI

Or intellectually capable

Of anything

I said

****you by acknowledging

My exotic heritage

Instead of pop culture

****fitting in

Now that is an obsession

Now I have real

Friends on

Social media

And in reality

Have patience

People

As I look up

Into the

Sky I see a little

Black ball

Floating in the hair

Irregular

And my father points it out

My first UFO

The isn’t a lie

As I was trying to focus

On my homework at the

Time when he came in saying

Come out and see.

When I

Was having a

Bad day

I went on

A drive

With ice cap in hand

Drinking it

I see that signature

Double sirens

Of sirenhead

Well peal my parsnips

When ask you

I expect nothing

More then the truth

For I believe in

Fidelity

Bravery

Integrity

When I

Have pierced my

Facial piercings

I

Show the

Ancient

Version

Of fidelity

Bravery

And integrity

For in ancient

Times I would be respected

And revered.

Think twice when you

See a pierced face

Or body modifications

They

Just mean

Fidelity

Bravery

Integrity

And honour.

Text: Elena Melanson
Images: Melanson
Publication Date: 05-30-2021

All Rights Reserved

Dedication:
My mom, my friends, my workers,