Upon the Boutique Sidewalk

Upon the boutique sidewalk, I

stumble upon a man- or

is it a woman? The dark and

defined makeup surrounds the black

pupils set in stone marble eyes.

The perfectly defined Adams apple sits tucked

under the creamy white face adorned

with chiseled cheekbones, contoured

and glowing. I wonder

what he sees sitting on his perch,

unable to move. We bustle and groan,

rush around like spawning salmon-

but you, your plastic skin still reeks

of chemicals produced in assembly

lines, people machines. Your

cheekbones deceive me, your slim,

lean legs lack the delicate fibers that

give legs meaning. You represent facades

and images endorsed, societal projections.

Who gets to decide

what ideal looks like?





Green walls

little tables and chairs

This is where you go

to escape the

Real World and

pretend your a hipster

or a student

or a writer

or a business associate.

People staring idly

at their lap tops

People reading and studying

their text books.

All in their own

little worlds

Within the mini

universe of Starbucks.

Do they go here

for the coffee?


Do they go here

for the atmosphere?


The majority of

them come here

to escape

their realities.

Their daily


A little break from

life as we know it.

Home is too quiet

and lonely.

Just being around

people is okay,

you don’t have to

talk to them.

A perfect little world

in the middle of

Chaos everywhere else.

War. Politicians. Gangs.

Drugs. Violence and death.

When you come


you don’t have to

experience any of

that. Unless you

read the newspaper,

of course.

A simulation of


to keep yourself


Even though

deep down

you really know,

you just don’t want to

acknowledge it.

Dear God…

Someone asked me… Write down a question that you would ask God if you could. And write about it for 5 minutes.

Why did you make humans? What was your purpose?

I’ve heard many theories on the meaning of life, or our purpose I guess. I think for you it’s to Glorify you, help others, and walk in your path… But is that really the meaning? Why did you create us- These beings that can cause so much hurt and hate and evil… But also good. Were you bored? Did you do it simply to see if you could? Were you lonely? Did you need someone to talk to, relate to, to philosophize with? Why did you make this life so hard for humans though? So much of life is struggles and pain and suffering- some ask if it’s even worth it. You could’ve made a perfect earth. But that would probably be boring too. You make us go through pain, anxiety, and suffering so we know how to get through the tough things the next time they happen- so we can grow- so we know what happiness truly means. Are you proud of the race you created? Or do humans just make you cry? Is this what you expected out of us? Out of me? Have I let you down or do I make you smile?