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Erin Herrick

Spoon River monologue, in my own words


(Archibald Higbe)
06/22/15

I couldn't stand you, Mercer Island. I tried to be better than your arrogant affluence.
You embarrassed me. I resented you for being the cage that sheltered me from my
own potential.
And then at college, I met people who lived the way I'd always dreamed,
They invited discourse, they encouraged each others greatness.
There were even moments I felt like an actual human being.
It seemed I was finally learning how to become a person of substance.
They trusted their guts despite adversity, like those famous misfits before us once
did.
They observed the world as it was, not merely as it would have been comfortable to
see.
And still they'd glance at me with doubt and concern
Unsure of my sincerity
There was no appreciation for individual expression on Mercer Island, you see.
So I burned with angst and played the part I was allowed.
Because what else could I do, smothered by unattainable expectation
And stifled by the stories I'd taken for truths,
But aspire and wish for a new life, with all of Mercer Island extinguished from my
identity.