Shallow's Love Letter Poem by Christopher Brown

What I lack in
Monetary means
You
By far
Lack in depth of soul

Your mind is filled with emptiness
Who slapped whom
On that (so called) reality show
How to tell
Real designer labels
From
Fake designer labels

The possessor of everything new
Until a newer one comes out
Regardless if the old new one
still
works just fine

The finer things in life are always expensive
The worth of a man is ALWAYS told by their clothes
Or
The car they drive
Or
The neighborhood they live in

Shhhh

Don't say this out loud

Even
The darkness of their skin
Or the region their grandparents came in

Yes you
You'll be young forever
As long as modern medicine can help it

Yes you
You'll be forever in
As long as you keep company with a certain type of crowd
Agree with the thoughts of a certain few that claim you as
But not really
Kin

Loved by many
You are
Hated by more than what you think are few
You are

What about you

If and when you ever
Seek reflection
Look for me

Sincerely
You

The you
You forgot about

The you
That got you there

The you
That you left here

The you
That keeps you up at night

You

I am
But
I don't think you'll understand

You

Haven't been

Me

In a long time

If you saw
me
I wonder
Would you recognize
All that you try to hide
All that is

You

©Christopher F. Brown 2012