The opportunity is there
We owe it to ourselves
If you haven’t
You must
Think beyond
Think outside
Just think
There is so much more
So much to experience
So much to life
I urge you
Think beyond
Think outside
Just think
Beyond borders
Beyond race
Beyond religion
Beyond differences
Wouldn’t that be freeing?
To think outside?
Just think
We miss shaking friends’ hands
And the warmth of their embrace
What’s called a greater good
We are fulfilling our civic duty
Masks sanitizers and distance
Those elected to do better
Are always up to no good
Masquerading evil intentions
With the latest sanitized spin
Humanity way in the distance
Re-election trumps sanity
The curve has not flattened
In the bars and at the rallies
The greater good is really
Us lambs to the slaughter
I had a dream
A nightmare
I was blindfolded
Taken away in a limousine
Certain I was going to die
By a man in a mask
And gown to a motel room
Somewhere in the state
Of hell
Vilified by the self righteous
Burned and stoned
I am skin and bone
Heart and mind
Every feature on my face
Belongs to me
I’m not alone in this dream
I’m sharing it with you
Choice is not an
Acquired taste
It belongs to you
Break my back
Rape my humane considerations
Barrage my mind with all this “news” that is not news
And it’s all
Just another form of slavery
Hijacking our innate motivation to determine our own conclusions
We know well of your need to keep us all stuffed
Crammed into your crafted paradigm
Emotional selfish poison to digress one’s consciousness
Back to an infant needy state
Push me down with the heel of your eight hundred dollar shoe
Paid for with my sweat equity forced tax “donation”
Stranded on the lower rungs
Threat of humiliation and isolation
Of being a “nobody”
Insignificant even to those of our own blood
Rats in a cage shaped like a shopping mall
We time our days by what we consume
Swapping cabins on the Titanic
I want to grow, expand
Move on, forward, off, away
I love the fog
But the kind of my own creation
Not your mindless misery polluted stew
Wake up
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One page, a whale of a story,
fake news, vitriol
The other, a different sense
of the same raging emotion
One page, a picket sign,
words formed with anger
The other, anger unfolding
in a similar manner
See the place they meet,
question
Start there.
More at https://onpossibilitypoems.blogspot.com/.
I’m contemplating the effects of these memories
the effects of these sounds and situations forever surrounding me.
I’m considering the boundaries and borders encircling my brain,
burdens as bombs exploding in the midst of my mind,
systems stifling my sanity
stealing every semblance of my common senses.
I’m sitting in the middle of my own silence
contemplating emancipation,
searching for a freedom that no society could present
longing for real liberty and a perpetually distant paradise.
I’m drowning again in useless memories
and a barrage of the irrelevant and unnecessary,
still searching for a freedom that I may never find,
devoured by a dream that I shouldn’t live with,
dwelling in an existence that I shouldn’t try to define…
More at https://formuchdeliberation.wordpress.com/tag/poetry/.
I am a transgender fetus.
I am vulnerable.
My vulnerability is evidence-based.
There is no entitlement here.
I am a diversity fetus.
I have no entitlement.
My transgender is science-based.
Transgender transgender transgender transgender
Vulnerable vulnerable vulnerable vulnerable
Evidence-based, science-based
Evidence-based, science-based
You are not allowed to talk about me.
Do not speak of my vulnerability.
I am entitled to nothing.
Vulnerable diversity.
I am an evidence-based fetus.
Diversity is science-based.
I am a vulnerable transgender.
Evidence-based fetus.
These things
They insist on referring to as
“miracles”
Germinated and formed in your
own mind and with
your hands
They seek to take a piece of and
tax in some medieval manner
Leaving you in turn with nothing
Leaving you to your fate
Presented to you on some gold-
colored platter
An unwanted gift from the court
of Agamemnon
Send it back
More at https://www.taralynnhawk.com/.
When is enough
enough
When do we grow tired
of the wall-building
of boundaries to push each
other away
When we begin to listen
and learn again
Embracing our own
inner power to reason.
My voice is one matter
but having the ability
to help my students find
voice is another
It is their idea
that will carry on from mine,
their thoughts will
bring needed relief
long after my drafts have
been thrown in the heap
It is a powerful notion
to help another build
thought, make change.
More at http://jddehartwriting.blogspot.com.