Where is your Ok line?
Lay upon the asphalt of your tender life?
Does this line fall straight or
Wander like a rivers ebb?
Does your OK line look away from Native children of America forced to give up their language with a safety pin in their tongue?
Or does your voice remain silent, letting white paint on black dictate another's worth but your very own, into the hands of righteous power.
Does your OK line follow blindly with conformity from false prophets who seek to control your mind making it easy for you to turn away from suffering?
My OK line seeks for equality, self-determination, and soothing suffering
With my voice and pictures that will never be silenced in a democracy but will be sold to the highest bidder in a dictatorship.
How silence kills and you suffer less believing you are somehow more disserving. You are as equal as the stone stuck in the sole of your shoe.
Remember the discomfort is equal for all. That's the OK line. We are equal; stone, thorn, blade and heart. Bleed, but bleed less in company of a powerless generation who votes the OK line towards freedom of choice. None will be free from our last breath.
Parking lot recently paved with black asphalt, with added yellow parking stripes. What caught my eye was the lone thing straight line drawn all the way to the end to mark where the yellow line should end. That small line said, "OK Line" with squiggled line below to add emphasis to the cimment. Took a black end white photo. It remains stuck in my mind until today