patience

memories
of things
yet to come
for you
the rules
don't count
time goes
out of order

you didn't really want to hear what i think, you just wanted to tell me i'm wrong

so crawl
back into your box
your deep dark hole
where you feel safe
where even the very idea
of freedom is banned
not allowed a voice
and cutting down trees
is called progress
because you can make
more boxes with them
so nobody is free, ever
and you can tell yourself
it's for their own good

why do rich people like to sit around and talk about what poor people need?

healing happens.

you can't make healing happen.
but you can stop doing things
that prevent healing from happening.

we don't need any more answers 
and solutions that don't work.
what we really need

is to ask better questions.

the trophy

someone left it
on the ground
in the park,
made of latex
and full of goo,
one fine morning
there were two!

yesterday

how about, instead of supporting more institutions that serve to indoctrinate the youth into control-based society, we start supporting the mothers whose job is to care for them? how about, instead of sending those institutionalized youth off to prison when they make bad decisions, we start asking ourselves what happened to them that disabled their decision-making abilities in the first place? when do we stop coming up with solutions that never work because we aren't asking the right questions?

divide and conquer

driving divisive rhetoric home
with emotional mindwash
so nobody will notice
political agenda at the wheel

be afraid...
there's always something
they want you to fight
join the group...
because you can't have war
without picking sides
fight the evil...
instead of working together
to solve any real problems

"you are either with us or you are against us"
how dare you not join the party! heretic!
off with her head!