a. Mandy Petit
his name is Mandy Petit
and now he leaves me restless and curious
wondering
what flavour his words would turn out tomorrow
while I warm my hands on his steaming bowl of poetry
wondering
if his strongly dyed metaphors will bleed color
all over my thoughts
leaving me to scrub them
in the cold Seattle rain
yet again
b.
( ...
Has my culture or my gender or my
*insert any category here*
not suffered enough for your sense of justice to feel appeased?
Or would prefer to see my physical scarring?
Would you prefer I prostrate myself upon your judgement
and sever my own head with the axe you grind?
Does my sex and skin colour
or my faith and heritage
automatically disqualify me from having the slightest ounce of integrity?
...
Sit with me. Talk to me. Don't give up on me.
If we are going to make this thing work,
we both need grace.
by John Englezos)
what if
I have been reduced
to a label
too often
for too long
I no longer believe
that there can be any
another currency for conversation
but these labels
what if
I have wanted ways out too
but all roads so far
have led me back
to the same place
what if
I did not want
an ax to grind
to begin with
and it does
not belong to me
what if
the pain is too sharp
the wait, too long
to be graceful
walk me out
of here
I don't want to
give up you
--
Sometimes answers do not make sense without questions
Unfair that questions are good by themselves; but answers not so much. :)
his name is Mandy Petit
and now he leaves me restless and curious
wondering
what flavour his words would turn out tomorrow
while I warm my hands on his steaming bowl of poetry
wondering
if his strongly dyed metaphors will bleed color
all over my thoughts
leaving me to scrub them
in the cold Seattle rain
yet again
b.
( ...
Has my culture or my gender or my
*insert any category here*
not suffered enough for your sense of justice to feel appeased?
Or would prefer to see my physical scarring?
Would you prefer I prostrate myself upon your judgement
and sever my own head with the axe you grind?
Does my sex and skin colour
or my faith and heritage
automatically disqualify me from having the slightest ounce of integrity?
...
Sit with me. Talk to me. Don't give up on me.
If we are going to make this thing work,
we both need grace.
by John Englezos)
what if
I have been reduced
to a label
too often
for too long
I no longer believe
that there can be any
another currency for conversation
but these labels
what if
I have wanted ways out too
but all roads so far
have led me back
to the same place
what if
I did not want
an ax to grind
to begin with
and it does
not belong to me
what if
the pain is too sharp
the wait, too long
to be graceful
walk me out
of here
I don't want to
give up you
--
Sometimes answers do not make sense without questions
Unfair that questions are good by themselves; but answers not so much. :)
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