New cloths, job, hair, phone.
Every step I take along the pavement a billboard consume me.
"Liposuction lose the flab get your abs, Sparkling white teeth." Plastered at every angle. Neon green, vibrant blues, reds and bold black paint them. Glowing beams shoot from the boards like the sun. It attracts us like flies to the light.
A lowly patch of grass is the only remembrance of where trees and mother nature used to be.
As I take my steps I am always told how to better myself. How to become beautiful. Yet how do I become happy?
New cloths, job, hair, phone. I walk along the pavement and everyday billboards consume me.
Since I was a child my earliest memory isn't of love but it is of my imperfection. How the only way I will have friends is if I have the most technology advanced toy trucks or tablets. But I dreamed of running in that lowly patch of grass.
Billboard tell me how to be free
My shell is perfection. Designer cloths. Hour class figure. But no one teaches empathy, compassion, love.
I plea. Billboard how do I become me and not my shell?
Billboard how do I become happy?