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Gothica
by Cassie Peters
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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Sometimes you need to look past what is now, past how it has been marketed and cliche'd and see how it once was. How some history portrays it.

Why do people see us this way
Why is goth-ism so unnerving
They have stolen our identity
It has become a fashion
A cliche' of style
A steroetyping
Gothica is the thought of mind
Its dress defines us as ourselves
Who we really are
Being of the Goth way does not mean
we choose to be dark or lifeless
It is a state of mind
A spiritulism
Its blackness is not make up
to smear upon our faces
It is not chalk to pale our skin
Or sticks to colour our lips
We do not only choose black
We wear the colours of nature
Black
Brown
Blue
White
Green
We are not evil
We are not suicidal
We do not pretend that death is nothing
It is the sacrifice of our lives
We will not take it ourselves
Unless it is to save the innocent
It is sacrifice for another
Knowing that our lives are sufficent enough to end
In hope that the one we save will grow
And change the world
Live
Love
Learn
and Lead
It is saying
I am here, I am ready
-They are not
It is our mind saying I will be strong
I will live on in spirit
So that they may live on in body
We are the evangeline
The ones who save and protect
We choose who we are by our soul
Not our body and our looks
We are an age
One that has suffered
We suffered witch persecutions
Discrimination
Frowning upon by people who don't understand
And now
We suffer worse because people
think they know what we are
They try to be us
And instead they are only killing us
Killing our souls
Our minds
Our histories
Our honour
Our individual truth
And our destiny
But they don't see it as that
In truth
A real Goth
By soul and mind
Looks just like you
Ordinary
Normal
Average
HUman
Because it is not the dress that makes us
It is the soul and the heart
It is the thought and action
It is our aura
Our lifeline
Our destiny
And we don't need to dress
Overdramatically
Darkly
Lifelessly
Because we are one with the person inside
And that is enough for us

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Reviewed by Cassie Peters 7/7/2010
I know fee. But isnt it amazing how many people now adays do. I know that i can sometimes find myself judging people without even realising and it is not fair- but i try to give everyone a fair chance and keep an open mind. Its hard now through life because there are so many who don't. As a diabetic in a small country town while i was growing up i had a lot of people judge me and it did lead to bullying. It is one of those things that ultimately make you learn.
Reviewed by Felix Perry 7/6/2010
I have seen generations come and go and each tried to make their own unigue and personal style. I seen the black leather jackets and what we called coffin boots (black leather with red quilted lining)come and go, I seen the beatniks with tams and scarfs...come and go, I grew my hair long and wore beads and suede fringes...come and go so and of course grossest of all...disco, come and go, so no I do not judge anyone by how they look or what they wear.
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