Somebody

somebody

There’s an old saying that goes like this:

“It’s not what you know, it’s who you know”.

So catchy when you read it slow. And we believe it because, well, 

Evidence has shown us no different. And we follow the mantra because we have goals, we have dreams, we have aspirations, we want to be somebody. 

So we surround ourselves with the “somebody’s”. Altering our speech, 

Tailoring our dress,

Fitting the mold in hopes that we impress, 

The person in charge of granting access.  

That’s what makes you somebody? 

Being in the right crowd?

Saying the right things? Wearing the right clothes? Meeting the person with the right last name? Fame? Playing a game where everybody knows your last name?

It’s a shame when you think about it,

And shallow isn’t strong enough a word to describe the societal construct that hoards opportunities from the one’s who deserve it. The one’s who, if given a shot, would earn it.

If it costs you your identity, it’s too expensive.

Don’t lose yourself trying to be somebody

 

 

 

-ML