What Remains

Fractured limbs
Bear witness to
The countless hours
Spent dreaming,
Swinging,
Tied to earth
And you.

What remains,
Eternal in my heart,
Grateful
For your silent witness
To childhood.

Hiding, beyond our small selves

Mania

Obsessiveness
Depression
The scars of a generation?
The trophies?
This burden to bare.
Work
a
Alch
a
…holic.
Everything a syndrome.
Running from ourselves.
The syndrome of human emotions,
existence,
life.
I wanna be
a
life
a
holic.
My scars,
the burden of
my experiences.
My scars,
brighter for the
love of friends,
struggles for truth.
My scars bright
BECAUSE of
the burden of
experience.
Living,
The scars of my generation.
Misunderstood.

Collective Resistance


My no is my super power.

My no is the master of my mother fucking destiny.

 

Your yes does not determine my

Worth

Future

Sleep

Peace or

Dreams.

 

My no is my super power.

My no is the law of the law of the land.

 

Mightier than the police, the judge,

the powers of patriarchy that be.

My no is my super power.

My no will save me.

 

Let down repeatedly

when no was not enough.

Standing up, choosing love,

still no gets rebuffed.

 

Where is its strength then?

you may ask.

A question, truly fair.

 

Most days that answer

is fully less than clear.

Regardless, I will

Shout until all you hear,

 

Our no is my super power.

Our  no is the law of the law of the land.

 

Mightier than the police, the judge,

the powers of patriarchy that be.

Our no is our superpower.

Our no will save you and me.

“On the removal of the word ‘no’ from the English language”

Rendered unacceptable,

No

has left the building.

 

“Can you stay after?”

“Just one more?”

“Don’t you wanna…..”

 

I ca-ah-ah-

nnnnnnnn’ttttttttttt

speak

a version of “no.”

 

Duty becomes

affirmative

reply.

 

Daring,

if I must,

to build room

for my “No,”

 

So that my

Yes

can live.