A Life As Dark As Hematite

by The Final Cookie

Based off of the Canterbury Tales. I had an assignment to do my senior year where you take a modern stereotype and write a poem. So here it is! It's highly satirical, but could be considered offensive.

A Life As Dark As Hematite

To my vast knowledge, my recollection

Goths are society's imperfections,

Dressed in all black from their head to their toes

They walk among campus looking like crows.

I hear them talk, "Life is just like the night

Dank, unpleasant; why can't they see our plight?

But c'est la vie friends, life is just that bad."

Is that why they're monochrome and so sad?

I once knew a girl like alabaster

Told me her whole life is a disaster.

She has scars all over her pretty skin,

Such slashes, such gashes, it's like a sin!

The spikes on her wrist I think are the cause,

"Don't conform, dress like us!" (One of their laws.)

Their harsh music, euphonic, fills the air

Songs filled with angst: without heart, without care.

A dark world is where they choose to remain

In obsessive doom and gloom, in disdain.

Their voices echo, "Don't judge me!" they say.

How can we? What is a Goth anyway?