It’s the patriarchy

It’s the patriarchy

Look out girls

It’s the patriarchy

Here to get their thrills.

*

They don’t care

About their violent past

Boys will be boys

Women always coming last.

*

It’s the patriarchy

Look out girls

It’s the patriarchy

Here to get their thrills.

*

It’s the patriarchy

White old men think they suffer

While we burn and bleed

They yell and scream, “crush her!”.

*

It’s the patriarchy

Look out girls

It’s the patriarchy

Here to get their thrills.

*

It’s the patriarchy

Watch the evil white men cry

Don’t let them down now

Brush away the pain, whitewash the lie.

*

It’s the patriarchy

Look out girls

It’s the patriarchy

Here to get their thrills.

 

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Big baby ‘NAH

He’s just a big baby

Totally out of control

Whiny, crying baby

Frowning: “But look at the toll…!”

“I’ve suffered so much”

He barks, again and again

“I can’t wait to be confirmed”

To begin my lifelong rein.

No composure, no grace

Good lord is this our man?

He lies and doesn’t answer

Tucks his head back in the sand.

I won’t hold my breath

Because it’s still a white frat boy’s world

They will sign it in their blood

Despite his black soul being unfurled.

 

 

 

Rivers

Last night I cried
A river of tears streaming out
This I not why I signed up for
My stance would not redoubt.
~
I didn’t ask for war and hate
Ignorance, violence, and fear
I didn’t think I would face this place
Horror and pain, year after year.
~
I tell myself, I am not depressed
Just sick and tired of it all
I am not unwell
Just suffering from the fall.
~
Each little stream
Running down the lines of my face
Create a larger river
Running into that familiar place.
~
Crying me a deep dark river
Running out of tears
Crying me a deep dark river
Over days and into years.

I don’t want

*
I don’t want
this time to slip by
While you posture and postulate.
*
I don’t want
to feel this way
Full of anger, and full of hate.
*
And there you are
Saying women delay telling
And therefore it must be a lie.
*
I don’t want to tell my story
‘Cause you don’t believe hers
Far too often, all I did was cry.
*
I am done, I won’t cry anymore
Out of fear and out of agony
I will cry out the anger, again.
*
The world don’t need
Your same old thing
Spewing out, like a never ending rain.
*
I don’t want to remind you
What you say matters
There will be consequences
*
I don’t want to divide us
Yet, too much suffering
It’s building dividing fences.

 

Gazing

I gaze at her online pictures

A long time ago, we were friends

We ran together, she was a twin

She was a joy to be around, so much fun and so sweet.

In this picture, she looks like her mom, her profile is so stunning

In the next one, she looks like her dad, with the strong jaw and large smile

And in the last one, her daughter looks just like her twin sister at that age.

All I can do is lurk

For she won’t have me

I requested her to be my friend again

And why would she want me,

When I wrote all of the wrong things to her

So very long ago.

We had the same coach

I know he hurt us both

And it’s not just what he did then

It’s the fact that his actions somehow separated us forever.

She is still beautiful

I hope she is happy

All I can do is gaze

And dream that we are friends again.

 

No Regrets

He said, I have no regrets

But when the time came to finally rest

He at last admitted

This life he had chosen was far from the best.

~

He was clearly broken

Not sound and not well

But he couldn’t divulge

All of the pain in his personal hell

~

Yes was broken,
 
And he couldn’t figure out why
 
He had to go on living 
 
‘Cause there was no time left to die. 

~

No regrets

None that he could admit anyway

No regrets

No time to live another way…

~

Only time to live

He could regret another day

Only time to live

No regrets left now anyway.

She writes

She writes about her dreams

Of fleet feet and flying fantasy

Winning it all

Her dreams precede her

Into the dark of night

Where the stars seem nearly attainable

Though hidden within a blanket of wildfire smoke

Her dreams lift her spirit

To that place where true Soul flies free

Everything is possible

The surreal becomes palpable

Ethereal emerges, an effable reality

She dreams

Time melts like Dali’s clocks

Thoughts spinning realities

Carried away again

Riding on the coattails of the imagined

She may get lost or not found

Dreaming her small life away