Sypathy ~activity~ reaction

Sympathy:

A poem, revealing a known truth to the surface of our ongoing life of oppressing upon one another. A poem, a request to open your eyes, even your heart, accepting the facts of nature, agreeing to the feelings which one suppresses, suppresses with out realization, they do it because they were raised that way. It reminds me of a theory I’ve observed—Ageism—some how it started, but an ongoing pattern developed and continued to exorcise itself. A child is born into a family, and raised, asks questions, and from so many of the elders ‘you understand when your older’ and how does the kid feel, well they want to grow up and experience what their elders are, get in on the experience, generally youngsters don’t like to just wave to happenings and understandings as they pass by. Then the child also goes through older being more privilege, then the child wish to be older and have such privileges, they want to be involved in what is going on in life, everyone tells them ‘how good they have it, when to them, they’re missing out . Then comes with hormones or watching relationships, then wanting them and going through puberty, but is made fun of through the process, even though everyone is going through it. Then when talking to people while the child is in Jr. high or high school, is maybe not verbally abused, but the tone the interrogator puts out is intimidating and then the child wishes to be older and they keep on waving bye to more and more years of their lives waiting for an age they will be respected and listened to. College finally comes but then people whom have careers look down upon you, and you’re struggling with competition grades. There is always peer pressure of fitting in or being able to drink and to drive. The child finally gets settled into the career and marriage—but the one whom they love is never the right aged with one family or the ever, ‘the in-laws’, the pressure of being stable enough to have a baby but being young is to be considered inexperienced, then the child really embraces the years they spent to gain respect and the grandma’s and grandpa’s of the time always view them selves superior when they are jealous of your youth will the child is busy with the fact they are jealous of those below them and how nice their lives are since they have no responsibilities. Time doesn’t stop and your now the grandma who has done plenty terrorism to themselves and the next generation. Then all is down the drain and what is left is to but to boast of our ‘well dones’.

Of course I speak very generally and as far as details are concerned, I don’t think I remembered all my points; hopefully you got the ‘spray of my ocean’.

This poem points out her patterns ‘hey we all poop, and if you don’t then you need medical help’ yet in this society, it is not excepted, pooping is very private and no one should ever know you’ve passed such sin. This poem steps aside from the ego and gives the blatant truths which are sot as embarrassments and imperfection on our lives and well beings of survival.

I’m going to stop there—hope I wasn’t overly repetitive.