Design can be chaotic, your life doesn't have to be

At 16, you’re charging up your laptop. You’re excited because that computer screen spark is like a defibrillator that can give you life.

28 pounds.

At 18, as you walk back and forth, your significant other is in your pocket screaming for attention.

You’ll pick it up and avoid the thought of the day when you’re 36 and...you’re the one worrying about attention.

46 pounds.

At 19, they’re raising their eyebrows because he hasn’t spoke of a topic about race or something genderized.

They’re really gasping now because he isn’t speaking with an anger indignified.

Rather if he yells now it would just be undignified.

The difference between the U and the I?

100 pounds.

He isn’t mad that everyone's calling card is diversity,

and no one cares for equality,

but rather domination.

And God forbid that he starts talking about condemnation.

(Gasp) Did he just say the G word? I think it’s ok, he’s black.

Those are whispers in the crowd from someone who thinks its ok to spread out intelligence by race

when this country was built by at least three different ones. These are our own brothers and sisters and if this is the case

then i'm afraid I need some breathing space.

Or a shopping spree. I’ll pay $4 extra to get a t-shirt that fits me.

You’re telling me you don’t have a 3x?

This is America. You complain about being the king of Obesity

59 pounds.

At 20, he backs off of his stance

because he realizes that everything he says,

is just bottled up by the world and marketed as a cool new hashtag.

Is this poetry or a tumblr page? Everything he says can be found in a facebook rant.

He realizes that at 16,

he never got up and he’s still there, staring at his laptop screen.

67 pounds.

He/She/They/I stand here today with these cancerous wires plugged into me. With every year, these cords add on the self imposed weight of the world. His hashtags, her soap boxes, their texts, your reblogs, and our retweets. They’re no different than Jim Crowe laws. All on me, This is the weight of another person, a person whose views are made up by the society it takes from. A person made from every retweet and reblog.

All these advances in technology, since when did your phone become a god?

You don’t want the weight of the world but you’ll carry the voices of others?

Well these voices add weight. I’m weighing in at 300 pounds...but this is poetry...i’m stepping in the ring, who’s ready to get slammed.