January 8, 2021

it's okay to change your mind
you don't even have to admit 
that maybe you were wrong

if nobody ever learned anything new
we'd still be eating uncooked rabbits
that we strangled with our own hands

not okay

telling people to vote for the lesser of two evils 

is like telling a pregnant woman to marry 

the psychologically abusive alcoholic, 

because, "at least he doesn't hit you."

using guilt trips and threats to make them do it

is just more psychological abuse.

that is not how we heal.

heal yourself first,

don't do it for you, 

do it for the babies

do we want them growing up

thinking this is okay?

privilege

you, white boy, don't get to say what brown people need, or think, or want, or should want. you don't get to say how their own healing should look. you don't get to say "you know what your problem is," because it's you, it's your status that you still cling to, it's your privilege that you fear losing more than anything. and it's a long long history of oppression and mistreatment at the hands of people just like you, who thought they knew better than anyone what was best for everyone else. so shut the fuck up and get out of the way, because healing is happening, no thanks to you.

and you, too, white woman, you should know how it feels, you should know better than to do to others what was done to you. denial is the only thing you have left in a society that hates women almost as much as it hates anyone who refuses to assimilate.

a poem called february (February 7, 2014)

February 7, 2014 ·

a poem called february

so long ago
pain called
the angels
came and
addiction
to vision
ensued
then...

healing happened
anyway regardless
awareness that
the same abuse
drove them away
in the first place

break the chain

scars, a work in progress

i had to tell myself first
it isn't your fault,
what they did to you
that's where it starts
blame churns and boils
cauterizes the wound
then it washes away
with the pain and hurt