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"Fahrenheit 911" and "Fahrenhype 911" Give Two Views of America

“Fahrenheit 911″ and “Fahrenhype 911″ Give Two Views of America

(PRWEB) October 25, 2004

After watching the mud-slinging commercials about John Kerry or George W. Bush, learning about their military records, watching Michael Moore’s movie, “Farenheit 9/11,” Dick Morris’ movie “Farenhype 9/11,” and Celcius 41.11 to prepare for the Presidential Election in November, let’s get down to tacks about Identity Theft in America.

“NO GREATER DECEPTION, A TRUE TEXAS…

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Slavery is not Dead. By: Me.

I am a slave.

I arch my already slashed back as the chains are tightened.

Every Proactiv commercial mocking my acne ridden face.

Why don’t you look like them?

5 more slashes. When will this end?

The carpet of the Grammy’s is bright in my face.

Shining the blood red color of the stars who walk it,

Most of whom are only replenishing the color as their dignity and pride drips to the ground.

They hid their flaws behind Covergirl in attempts to perfect.

We know this, yet we still call them naturally beautiful.

They’re perfect. You’re not.

  A cat of nine tails licks my back. I’d cry but they’d only whip harder.

  A Budweiser beer bottle pours salt water onto the cuts.

The butt of a cigarette burns me.

Though only first degree, the effects are much deeper.

Much more mental and emotional than physical.

Take a drink, take a smoke. Just once.

  The salt water stings as in trickles down the longest slash. Master please…stop.

  I walk the halls of high school, among the world’s hardest judgers.

The advertiser’s biggest employees.

Stretch marks? Excluded.

Damaged hair? You’re done.

No name brand clothes? Leave.

Name brand too expensive? You think you’re better than everyone.

  A black veil lowers over my face. Perhaps taking my sight will free me.

Occasionally you see an Above the Influence commercial…

Followed by 6 commercials who do nothing but make you feel inferior to the people on them

Guaranteed the people sitting and watching won’t have an Ab Lounge body

Guaranteed they already feel insecure enough about themselves but this

Limited time only, special offer will definitely get your phones ringing.

We, the teenagers, are the most susceptible to falling victim to the bondage of the media.

Why?

Because we are the only age group that is still highly influenced by other people,

Even if we don’t know them.

If you get one teenager to do it, you’ve gotten a million.

During my time of bondage, I’ve come to realize that

I am not the only one who has become a slave.

I am not the only one who has been blinded by the media.

Not the only one who feels the pressure to be perfect.

And unfortunately, I am not alone.

We have become a global chain gang.

One for all, and all for one.

 (written for my Language Arts Extended Metaphor poem)

[visionarydom]

Prehistoric Communication. By: Me.

She is beautiful.

Like a picture I’ve never seen

Nor has been painted

But is stained, everlasting, in the mind of its creator.

It’s like she’s apart of us. 

She always knows exactly what we want to say.

We first met her when we were young.

We played with her every day.

That was until someone else came along.

Somewhere, between the years of waves from a shy child

To high-fives of playground pals and sandbox sisters

To giving dap, because that’s what brothers do

To secret handshakes shared between the best of friends

And possibly on the way to formal greetings, did we forget that we are lucky to have her

Did we forget that she is a gift… from above?

She did not come along to not be used.

She has a purpose… like everyone in this room.

However if we don’t,

If we fail,

To recognize and acknowledge her existence

Her potential will also go unnoticed.

Her potential will also be poisoned

And not be fulfilled to its fullest.

We started playing with Mario, Luigi, and Yoshi.

We traded her for The Kids Next Door and The Delightful Children.

To hang out with Ed, Edd, and can’t forget Eddy.

We want to go surfing with Otto, Reg, and Twist

Rather chill with Jazz & Will at a mansion in Bel-Air

We dropped her for Drake & Josh, Amanda, and Kenan & Kel because they were All That.

There’s some people in the world who wish they knew her.

They are strangers.

Other people she was kidnapped from.

We should’ve been more grateful to know her but,

We just didn’t need her anymore.

But she was so nice.

Always made us feel better.

We could come to her for anything.

But let us not forget, that she is most powerful.

She can crush you, end you, 

Send you into hopelessness so deep

So deep that it’s like the coffin we’ve thrown her in to.

6 feet deep.

Her iron casket lays, 6 feet long, 3 feet wide.

6 times 3 equals 18.

In just a few years we will all be of that magical age.

When the real world will say, “Welcome…”

What will we say back?

We no longer communicate with her…

Or each other…

Because we traded palabras

We traded mots

We traded…words,

For an antisocial, technologically advanced childhood.

Childhood. What a word.

(written for my Language Arts Personification poem)