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Slacktivism Hypothesis

Slacktivism is at best

a hypothesis


it’s true that

youtube makes me


by improving my attention

span to 3 minutes

or less

that one minute

is enough

to create a sensation

a movement

that spreads

across the globe in 24 hours

and is imitated

not because it’s adored

but because

it’s imitated for the sake of being


Slacktivism is at best

at its best

because 30 seconds is only enough time

to finish my most important thought

which may never come to me

if I only get three minutes

to remember

what everyone soon forgets

the fantastic

the funny

the adorable

the phenomenons

people remember the mundane

people idolize that or



no longer


the only thing that exists

is you

after 3 minutes

when everything is paused

and you are forced to choose

between the dilemma 




or watching

others create

that’s why slacktivism

is at best

the best hypothesis

for why

you should not be inspired

by anything

except yourself


who can do that





Mother’s Day

Excuse me if I sound annoyed


everyday is

Mother’s Day

there are no days off

no lack in memories

no incidents too small

every day

Mothers sacrifice

their time



brain power


what little left over they have of motivation

all for the sake of


all of you

every last one of you

Mothers make

the world

goes round and round

Mothers create


go lost and found

whether you like your mother or not

every day

is Mother’s Day

so thank your mother

for being on this earth

she gave birth

to your ungrateful self

in sickness or in health

for rich or for poor

til death do you part

and even then

she is still



Precisely at the moment

I was defined

I turned a blind eye

and lifted my head up

to see two birds


away from me

a dog appeared

and yelled

I made them leave

but I kept running

not afraid that the dog would

catch me

me knowing the dog

better than it knew itself

or me

eyeing its thirst only

could not be a mistake

I too am thirsty

but I get sidetracked

with potato chips and atlanta housewives

wondering why I don’t have

what they have

but I’m smarter

than them

am I

I didn’t know I was supposed

to define myself

until the moment the dog

yelled at me

because I overlooked

what it was so thirsty to have


Iron Butterfly



comes in

your final

hours, days, months, years

of desperation

after you’ve already asked politely

then questioned confusedly

erupted in anger

fallen silent

and erupted again

began to hate everyone

for a day

and everything

for an hour

lies seemed like the

only flowers that bloomed

after meaningfully meaningless discussions

which you wonder

really existed

in your mind

is where it all began

you went left

instead of right

you forgot you had to fight

things seemed easy for a while

you lingered too long on a smile

and now

ironically eloquence

comes in

your flickering final

glimpses of sanity

you know you’re not going to win


you fly









I’m here

doesn’t mean

be mean

don’t say what you mean

lean into your dislike

of my fight

let me know what’s wrong

what’s right

I’m here

doesn’t mean

don’t say

how you feel

forget to be real

imagine you’re in a soap opera


you’ve seen on TV

you forgot you were free

you have choice

your voice

is a spiritual instrument

that provides nourishment

or disease

I’m here

doesn’t mean

look down on me

tell me my lipstick is missing

when I never bought it

or bought into it

I feel fine

sometimes I drink wine

sometimes I hang with this

or that one

I’m not ashamed to have fun

tell me my clothes are not right

tell me my shoes are too bright

when you put up a fight

that’s how I know I’m alright