Soul Approval

I’m here to tell you a story about a woman who hated herself
Not because she was poor or ugly
Not because she was orphaned or homeless
But she just did

And I’m here to tell you a story about a man who hated his life
Dreaded every moment of it
Woke up each day to the burdens of this world
Dwelling heavily on his thin shoulders

They had it all
Mansions, cars, money, name it
They done it all before
Drugs, alcohol, ecstasy, mountain climbing, sky diving, all the crazy adventures

But their souls were sad
The whole in their hearts kept widening
Tears kept falling when they were alone
They were the real definition of miserable

Every step of their lives were monitored by society
They had to follow the approval matrix
Conform to society’s systems of rules and regulations

The flying tie was suffocating him Those high heels were killing her feet
The heat in the suit
The tightness of the corset
Just to achieve that approved physical appearance of a lady

She starves
Yet each night she empties her plate into the bin because she knows even if her body doesn’t reject it
She will empty it out into the bathroom sink herself, anorexia
Conformity

He drowns himself in alcohol
Because the pills don’t help
He can’t sleep cos he knows he can’t have his own dream in his own sleep but daddy’s dreams

Everything was determined right from birth
Go to a good school, get a good job
Settle down and have kids
She had to marry into money

He had to marry into power and position
There was no love, no love, no love, but duty

The voices said that there was no need to bring the family name to shame
No son of mine will marry a dancer
No daughter of mine will marry a comedian

They ignored the constant calling from their hearts
All she wanted to do was to soil her hands with paint
And paint a new world where she would be free to fly
All he wanted to do was to write sweet sweet poetry

He wanted to tell the tale of the African woman About her beauty, her struggles and her strength

Yet, the real painter was bottled inside her
The real writer inside him was suppressed
Suppressed because mummy says to be a doctor and daddy says to be an engineer

Suppressed till their true self disappeared and there was nothing else to live for
They became strange soulless beings
Wandering the earth in color
Counting the days to their welcomed end

You see the reward for conformity was that, everyone likes you except yourself
Follow your passion
Live for you

Don’t give up on your dreams because you want to please family or society
Because you are exceedingly, powerful.

 
Link to the Italian translation

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