She was a young fierce
fake friend, modeling
something akin
to human nature.

Gorgeous,
but dangerous,
slightly off kilter
like a broken camera filter.

Indifferent to the different
and suffering people.
Callous in her fancy cloths,
turning up her plastic nose.

She liked to lick the fire
till it got too hot. Then
she became a wax skeleton
melting in horror,
losing her skin
as her flesh was dripping,
exposing.
such a soul ******* emptiness.

A black hole void;
A hollow husk whistling
where her humanity should be.

The beast revealed,
was ready to be reviled
for her sick self-serving style.
Until she made a deal
with the devils of spin
who put her image
back together again.

Cracks in the shell,
powdered up well
while strangers rushed
to fall upon themselves
and admire the monster’s
style and glamour.

I don’t want to fight a war
for more kindness,
or spread it like a virus
hoping as an illness
it binds us.

I don’t want a metaphor,
that helps us explore
the depths of gentleness
I have been searching for.

I want direct action,
the satisfaction
of seeing once stalled hearts
moved to go through the few
who seek to divide us from
our deep beautiful truths.

Diversity is not to be feared.
It is the wind that clears
the clutter of the old dull ideologies
that subdue or slow
our progress towards
a better brighter society.

***** flowery language,
I’ve written to many
soft verses that didn’t have
any seeming impact.

Trash all that garbage cruelty,
sexism, violence, and racism,
throw out your doubt about
if xenophobia is bad,
spoiler ****’s and proud boys
are the villain here.

Lets spring clean the mean scene,
and bring back the best qualities
of being a decent human being,
starting with empathy.

Look at me,
I am desperately
trying to get you
to see my humanity.

I deserve dignity.
My struggles
do not diminish me.

Traveling, running,
drowning, falling,
hope is still calling
so, I move on.

Being a refugee
does not make me wrong.

Have you ever been
as strong as the heat
and desert winds?

Do you know
the kind of fear
that turns the slightest rumble
into another bomb,
or the nightmare
of knowing
most strangers
won’t bother showing
a single particle of compassion?

I am just an atom
blowing in the air,
here and gone
before you ever
noticed I was there.

I know life is not fair,
but why don’t you care?
How about a little grace
and an ounce of decency,
to highlight your supposed
superior morality?

The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.

It doesn’t matter if I am trying to be
a superior version of me
while every other *******
is out for themselves,
getting fatter and dumber,

cause I’m a whiny little *****
to sit and sob about this
when I am doing great.

Don’t pluck me.
Don’t stomp on me.
For, I’m meant to be loved from afar
Not stuffed into a jar.
Water me and watch me bloom instead.
Greet me when you wake up and before you go to bed.
Talk to me when you’re feeling blue
And I’ll be there to comfort you.
Talk to me about the things that make you happy,
And the things that keep you at ease.
Admire my beauty,
But don’t touch me, please.
I’m delicate to the touch,
And I’m afraid yours is a little too much.
I’m a flower, I’m not meant to be picked,
Only to be crushed, and die at your fingertips.
But if it is my time,
please let me go. Send me off so you can mourn.
Don’t try to save me, your attempts will be futile.
Don’t change my soil or water me anymore.
After all I’m merely a flower, I was never meant to be yours.