Analysis of I Didn’t Pick This Pixelated Hue!
I Didn’t Pick This Pixelated Hue!
I didn’t pick this pixelated hue,
Blind browser of flesh, what’s wrong with you?
Am I just a bug—some system glitch?
Or a firestorm code you can’t enrich?
You see a low-res thumbnail, tagged and filed,
But my spirit runs free—uncompiled.
Stuck in filters, default schemes,
You can’t decode my quantum dreams.
This isn’t a status, a picture frame;
I’m pure data, unchained—untamed.
A network where prejudice crashes, burns—
Where firewalls of freedom overturn.
Algorithms stutter, crash and stall,
Trying to define me with a finite call.
Erase the labels, tear down the fence;
See me for more than binary sense.
Skin’s just the interface—surface display,
But the soul behind it can’t be weighed.
So reboot your mind, clear your cache—
There’s more than a demographic flash.
Delete the bias, debug the lie;
The spark in my eyes won’t simplify.
I didn’t choose this pixel, this view,
But the brilliance inside is breaking through!
| Scheme | A Aabb ccdd xcxx eeff gxgx hhaa |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 111111 111111 110110111 111011101 10111101 110111101 1110111 1010011 11011101 110100101 111011 011100101 1111010 10010101 1010111011 010101101 111111001 110101001 101011111 1111111 11100101 010100101 01011110 11111011 1010011101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 1,028 |
| Words | 190 |
| Sentences | 15 |
| Stanzas | 7 |
| Stanza Lengths | 1, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 25 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 107 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 23 |
About this poem
"I Didn't Pick This Pixelated Hue!" was born out of frustration with how we often reduce individuals to superficial categories and stereotypes, especially in our increasingly digital and visually driven world. The poem is a rebellious cry against the limitations of labels and the biases that shape our perceptions. I was inspired by the idea that we are all more than the "pixels" or surface appearances others see. We are complex, multifaceted beings with unique stories, dreams, and potential. The poem uses the language of technology—pixels, browsers, algorithms—to highlight how these systems can reinforce prejudice and limit our understanding of one another. This poem is a call to break free from those limitations, to "reboot our minds" and "delete the bias" that prevents us from seeing the true brilliance within each person. It reminds us that we are all "pure data, unchained—untamed" and that our spirits cannot be confined to a "low-res thumbnail." I hope this poem encourages you to look beyond surface appearances and recognize every individual's inherent worth and complexity. more »
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