It’s easy to fall in lust
And falling hurts
I will be by myself.
It’s easy to fall in lust
And falling hurts
I will be by myself.
My ethics are horizontal
I care about those around me
I pay attention to harm done
I don’t rely on prescribed rules
Because I live in this world.
Don’t suggest my life is unlivable
Being grateful for this life.
The joke is so cliche
Grandma was angry and bitter
Spreading around misery
Sharing her ongoing pain
My Mother broke the cycle
She defied the bitter
She chose authentic kindness
So I emulate mom’s choice
I may live in pain
But I don’t have to spread it
I don’t have to infect others
Sharing my pain isn’t caring
I don’t choose bitter or angry
I choose to sappy sweet
I choose to infect my joy.
I wanna be a rocking chair
Like a thrifted sweater
Or an overused metaphor.
Don’t ask me for advice
I’m not looking to influence you
Certainly not a guru
Or a psychic or telepathic
I know my choices
And how to live with them
My knowledge stops in myself
I don’t have your lived experience
Or know how you will feel
I don’t have a model of you
To reference in my opinions
So I keep them to myself
Let us not confuse each other
Or confound our perspectives
I restrict my words
On purpose.
I have no control
It would help if I could let go
The things that happened
Are now sealed in the past
My mind spinning over mistakes
Just makes the now miserable
But I can’t change my past
I may have some control
Of how my future self acts
But mistakes are human
And I’m prone to be flawed
So I’m stewing in my juices
These ruminations eat at me
But produce nothing of value
Here I am trying to let go
As my anxious mind clings.
The list of things I can’t change is long
Bosses are bullies by design
They are paid to intimidate and coerce
They maneuver and malign
Under an obfuscated power
To make the company look good
Their goal isn’t employee centered
Capitolism is their master
The greedy dollar says the tone
We are vulnerable in our need
And they will take full advantage.
The contact of being a wife
Is riddled with silent addendums
I don’t want to be rescued
I’m not your beautiful prize
Your fragile masculinity
Is not owed my gentle care
No amount of money
Or a charming personality
Will make me a indentured slave
I won’t give myself to you
I will not be your property
The reward isn’t worth the price.
The dance of half truths
Respectful of difference
Is a difficult task
We don’t have culture
Capitolism isn’t culture
Translated in the perspective of man
I’m supposed to be eager
In order to be at the top
Capitolism isn’t sustainable
Having a law makes us feel good
It doesn’t happen intentionally
When the hidden becomes seen.
Dark green moss floss
There isn’t enough reward
Capitolism required exploitation
I should inspire myself
I dream of who you used to be
The love of my life was clueless
he couldn’t save me
The priveledge of men
Blinds them to reality of women.
The girl who always played by herself
She knows the difference
Alone isn’t always lonely.
We idolize our villains
Giving praise to a billionaire
Even as they steal from us
We expect to be cheated
They give us less for our more
The system is sociopathic
We don’t reward kindness
We reward those who win
We are complicit in our wage theft
The all mighty dollar is king
And our lives spent in servitude.
The hubris in thinking you know me
Hospitals are hell
Doctors don’t trust us
And they don’t listen either
They don’t like us to be smart
Or to be informed enough to say no
They see us as uncooperative children
Disparaging our understanding
They arent partners in our care
They reluctantly ask for consent
But label us an uncooperative
If we dare stand up for ourself
We advocate in a vacume
Against many levels of opression
The world doesn’t like it
When you question its heros.
The definition of true love
Diverged when it comes to passion
I wanted to foster the long coals
You wanted to throw wood on the fire
I don’t want passion that burns bright
That can turn into fierce anger
Or be smothered by boredom
I want admiration and respect
A long term commitment
A tinder that has to be tended
My fire won’t burn down a
forrest.
But it’ll keep us warm for many nights.
Some days I wish I could skip
Pretty is more important than life
Is that it ignores my disability
When illness is not your life
I am not a fragile flower
Or your identified patient
Until I’m dead, I’m surviving
I deserve independentance
And whatever autonomy I can have
Treating me different doesn’t help
It just makes me feel seperate
Treating me as incompetent
Just makes me like you less
It isn’t yours to manage my health
Illness doesnt respect expectations
Symptoms don’t conform to timelines
Your frustration just makes me worse
And all your aims to get me in line
Like your uninformed advice
And you unsolicited help
Are a barrier to your understanding
Give me the respect of personhood
Why must I remind you I’m human?
Academica wants to study
At an early age, life didn’t make sense
What I saw didn’t match what I felt
And I was taught to speak up
So I said what I thought was true
And they assured me I was wrong
That I wasn’t feeling what I felt
And I wasn’t seeing what I saw
Quickly, I learned to doubt myself
And the next time I was incongruent
I participated in my own gaslighting
Thought I didn’t know what I felt
And I didn’t know what I saw
But the contradictions kept coming
What they said and how I felt
But how I felt was consistent
And their orders often conflicted
So I chose to believe in myself
I let myself rebel againt what I’m told
The world still doesn’t make sense
But at least I trust in me.
How did this happen?
I planned to be an novelist
To write great sweeping stories
And call myself an author
But that’s not what I do
Instead, I compulsively summarize
Encapsulate my feeling in words
In this blasted dead art form
I didn’t seek poetry as a goal
But damned if I’m not a poet.
Body positive is about self-love
Body neutrality is about acceptance
Fat liberation is about equal rights
But my body is also defiant
I inflict myself on the world
Skimpy clothes showing it all off
Bright colors and bold patterns
Encouraging passing stares
Challenging disdainful looks
Not here to make you comfortable
Fat and proud and defiant.
Even when you don’t believe
When I look back over my life
The problem with you praying for me