why don’t you?
lift your arms and
heal yourself
stand taller than you
were made
be stronger
than fear
mould dreams into
rainbows
why don’t you
set root
and paint the world
green with envy
you are alive
simplify your needs and
grow wings,
or stand still,
and skin lizards,
decorate yourself
in war paint,
shake off the dust,
why don’t you
uproot yourself and
walk a mile
in any direction you like,
you must at least
try,
To rage against
this idea
that you cannot
and perhaps
the sweat off your brow
will seed fertile ground,
coat handsome men
with lust for life
become
aphrodisiac