To be smart
To be skinny
To be desirable
To be pretty
To be everything
                                             you
                                                                          ever
                                                                                                             wanted

Emotion
is a barbed wire fence
and I am an inmate of hostile commotion
and you
are visitation hours
opening up from 3 to 4
and always leaving me wanting more
hung in a noose of suspense
behind that barbed wire fence

5'9
115 pounds
runway, of course
the face of an alien
but a seven digit paycheck

isn't it strange?
how media can obsess over someone
who looks like they're from outer space
we see them as an object

they are supposed to walk and look pretty
nothing more, nothing less
we never wonder how many hours they had to workout
in order to get that thin and still remain healthy

how many rejections they got
"face is too round"
"drop 10 pounds then we'll talk"
"learn how to walk first"

they are pushed to their limits
so let's treat them as more than just an object
because they're real people too
please realize that

you can't
no no no
this cannot happen
refrain
drawback
recoil
anything
just don't let this happen

To write food in the stomach
Of every hungry child.

To spell war as peace,
Metaphorize flowers into the barrel

Of every gun on Earth.
The poet has responsibilities

Beyond those of mothers,
Of kings and presidents.

I refuse to give up hope;  
This could be a poem world.

Come on, write your worst piece
Of literature.

Even misprints may give other
Meanings to a word,

Write me a green sky, blue dirt,
Trees the colour of air.

Sometimes the best poets
Have the least to say,

So keep writing, write until your
Fingers fall asleep.

Write until you havent slept
For weeks in search of that word,

That one right word,
Then rest on a notebook pillow

And dream the world right.
Write the world right.

There is no such thing as
Wasted poetry.