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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

Some Kind of Poet

I wish I was some kind of poet
who didn’t know it
Then, I could pretend to be lost
and not try
or even think
about trying
I could just pretend I was
giving it all up to God
and hoping for the best
I know better.
Life is.
It exists.
It’s your breath.
A constant carving.
A constant making.
You can’t sit back
and watch
You have to be
Get into it
Surpass yourself
what joy is
It’s a process.
It’s a lesson.
It’s a teaching.
It’s a forgiveness
and embrace.
You remembering you
and then moving
with every thought
you have
Picking up and throwing away
or stashing
It’s madness
in trial and error
then you overcome
and it all
makes sense
Don’t hate me
because I wonder why I am
Hate you because you wonder
why I am