This is a poem basically about how we, these weird monkey shaped corpses- humans- blame our surroundings or media more than actually looking problems in the eye.
Dwelling more on the past than moving forward to where we want came from me getting angry at how people were constantly telling me how girls have unrealistic expectations of what their supposed to look like and it’s all because of the media,
We get in return exactly what we give, we see on the magazines what we want to see.
At least that’s my humble irreverent opinion. Hope you like this poem video!