Thursday, November 6, 2014

Poetry Collection Fall 2014: VII. Classy Slam

What is /classy/?
A term, synonymous to beauty,
But distinctly, a beauty defined by
/social location/
By the /money one earns/ and by the current /cultural weather/
One sports sport-jerseys for no other reason than /it symbolizes money/.
You deign to drive the Corvette of your dreams to make a statement,
But what statement are you driving at?
It’s because it makes you feel /upper class/.
So what do mean when you say /classy/?
It’s a cultural complication, one with no cultural homogeneity,
No common identity other than the colors
of the red, the white, and the blue.
We are a country that screams freedom, yet we continually
Find other means of oppression, this cultural oppression,
Which just so happens to be fueled, to be defined by
//Class division//
 Is what you emulate when you judge that car,
 looks /too common/; when you judge that girl
Wearing the tights and the tank top as trashy, trampy: /Lower class/Classless/
Because money defines all that we believe,
At our core, at the most primitive level in our modernized world,
Our /Rich American dream/
“Rich American dream”? 
More like poor American esteem.

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