Sitting in my car not wanting to go home
I saw a man cutting grass today
An old man still pretty upright
Thin grey haired with glasses
I couldn’t help but think about when he would die
How inconvenient it would be to his family and friends
Having to take time off from work
Please be sure to secure your I was at a funeral excuse note
All the I’m sorry for your...
We thank people for acknowledging our right to grieve
Our earned right to be unhappy
The chance to feel then heal so few
How I am discontent with every single thing about this world
But I’m not allowed to be
That’s what I’m most sad about
Not that my Mother has been dead for almost too long
Even that grief I’m barely allowed to keep
Shouldn’t she be over it yet
No today I’m most sad about this world
How it won’t change because we are all too lazy
All Too selfish to give up anything
A whole wide world full of people willing to kill us all or die trying
Instead of securing for all the god given rights
While most know the truth
Why are we all so complicit to our own end?
We all deserve the good clean equal air for all of us to breathe
Not just the old white man with grey hair fortunate enough to own a home with grass to clip and leaves to rake
Cause it’s always about race on a planet where it matters and the form asks
Feeling a little better now