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!
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 »
Written on February 20, 2020
Submitted by yelskwah on March 03, 2025
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Quick analysis:
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,028 |
Words | 190 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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