Dans ce poème, Cylia Pollo célèbre la différence par le fond mais aussi par la forme avec une structure textuelle particulière.
Dear me :
I am different under the eyes of society.
In truth everything is passing, it is a real paradox.
In trying to please our appearance, our intellectual our way of living we are rejected.
We are told not to compare ourselves to each other.
But if we do not compare to each other.
How could we be in life?
But in reality all these ideas come only from me.
It’s me myself that does not assume the difference.
Myself which is based on these networks.
Living in a society Network want me to be
Let me see that my choices are not mine.
Society that want me to look like that.
Company that removes my difference.
I am only a victim of this consumption.
But that’s not all.
My difference makes me what I am.
I may not be rich, in my criteria of beauty or intelligent.
But what can this bring to my life ?
Only in the difference that we are human.
So let’s stay positive.
I may not have Rosa Park’s fervor for you to understand me;
But finally when we think.
I should take this text again and start again by
I am different and,
I am me.