A performance piece in progress – I’m in a weird mood today.
I am Mediocrity.
I am Good, but not good enough;
not for my parents; who love my ideals , my candour,
but not that I indulge in a glass; a tattoo; a swear;
I don’t do drugs, but I am not the pious one they prefer.
I am mediocrity.
I am Smart, but not smart enough;
Not enough to send rockets into space, write code with ease
Not enough to appease
The employers of my dreams.
I am mediocrity.
I am Pretty, but not pretty enough;
not for the boys I loved; who went chasing after those prettier than me;
not for the ones I couldn’t confess to – wait come back! we were meant to be!
I am mediocrity!
I am talented, but not talented enough;
enough to hold a note in key; but not enough to draw NYC from memory;
I am mediocrity;
I am angry; but not angry enough;
Never angry enough to change!
The injustices that we face every fucking day!
I am gay, but not gay enough;
Just because I prefer to kiss boys to girls, just because
I don’t have the guts to confess to her;
her with curves just like mine
that to hold her would be oh, so divine;
I am depressed, but not depressed enough;
Is it because my scars have faded? because I no longer cry on the outside?
I get up in the morning because I have work to do;
is it because I always seem to be smiling in front of you?
I AM MEDIOCRITY;
I am a life without meaning,
A rebel without a cause,
fated to be on my stage but never to glean
more than a scattered applause;
No ovation for me, not even an angry boo;
I cant do an encore for the likes of you!
I am mediocrity! So average that I just fade
into the background; a piece of furniture; A rug; a stain;
A familiar zit on an ex’s forehead.
I am mediocrity! No one takes mediocrity seriously
until that subject of mediocrity-
is dead.
