SOME PEOPLE ARE GRIEVING BECAUSE A NURSE’S DOG WHO POTENTIALLY CONTRACTED EBOLA WAS H U M A N E L Y PUT DOWN.
THEY RIOTED OVER THIS.
THEY SIGNED A 390, 000 PETITION TO SAVE THAT DOG.
PEOPLE ARE BEING EXECUTED IN THE STREET FOR BEING BROWN AND YOU WANT TO RIOT OVER A DOG.
You asked me how do I feel?
As if I thought this would be easier.
To be silent, to be unseen, invisible
in all sense of the word.
I do not.
There is no more passion in these palms.
No more pain in these pupils.
I do not feel happy.
I do not feel unhappy.
Inspiration is incomprehensible to my soul
And love has it’s place here,
But the cords to the power have all been disconnected by quakes of
“I’ll get over it”
I do not LIVE in this house
I do not LIVE in your arms
I do not LIVE in this body that you’ve touched with your hands and not with your heart in hours that all you knew were dreams
I simply take residence in a place that my lungs refuse to call home
And I’m left with a mind full of nothingness that doesn’t know how to retain oxygen on its own
It only knows how to tell the rest of my body
“DO this for me. GIVE this to me. LIVE for me.”
But the rest of ME has voluntarily resigned from the position
Leaving me to rot here
I have wanted to be alone
Longing for the feel of reaching out for someone’s..
And I am lonely and elusive to my own reflection.
But do you know where I’ve gone?
Do you look at me and see pretty?
Or passion or purity or PURPOSE.
Do you hear my souls plea?
I’m afraid i’ve grown deaf to conscious voices
And blind to guiding signs
My voice has gone mute
And my hands are empty
And my feet have gone numb.
I used to know how to dance
And hold on
Do you remember what that felt like?
Do you remember what I felt like?
I sure prayed for you to know
I prayed that I was the image embedded in your eyelids
That when all I had was your word You would only have words for me. Is this what acceptance feels like?
Or what it doesn’t.
If you see where I’ve gone, can you tell her come back?
I don’t know how to miss her.
Maybe you will..
If you’re destined to, you will
And you will again ask me how do I feel?
Whether it be hurt or happiness,
The hollow of me will be filled
ME will come back HOME
Then you might ask me IF I feel.
And I will tell you I do.
Look at me. Look at me.
I am Changing.
Getting my life together now.