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Whitewashed Doors
Just your average suburban street
White houses, white shutters,
Same bush on every lawn
Because conformity is money
Same SUV in every driveway
Dressy parents leaving for work
Patent-leather pumps clacking
Same old coffee mug burning
Trying so hard to look the same
Even though we’re not
Everyone’s got their own secrets
Behind their whitewashed door
Too much pressure and we crack.
The darkest secret on this street
No one “knows,” but everyone
Knows.
Last week, I found Dad in his room
Feet floating in the air
Two feet off the ground
Behind our whitewashed door.
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I have been fortunate enough to have never lost a parent. I was inspired to write this piece by a dear friend of mine who, unfortunately, did have a parent commit suicide in their own house. I was also inspired to write this piece from my own experience with my neighbors. I have lived in my neighborhood for about ten years, and I talk to my neighbors about once a year. To be honest, I still don't know their names. With the introduction of better technology (i.e. phones, tablets, etc.), people have become more reclusive and miss out on meeting potential friends. A few years ago, I heard about a man who jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge because no one said hello to him on his way there, even as he was about to jump, which is so incredibly sad. It speaks volumes about our society today and how we've become less open to others, but more self-absorbed. I hope that this piece raises awareness about both suicide and our antisocial society. So even if you're busy, put down your phone, and take a moment to say hello.