Why did I get written up for educating
my mind?  Why didn't they get written
up for speaking such derogatory terms
in the workplace?  Why wasn't I recognized
for my accomplishments? Why were they
recognized for achieving a dream?  Why is
the hourly pay split down the middle?
Why are these other jobs making more
money than I am?  Why am I criticized
for having a soft voice?  Why are they
glorified for the loudness in their speech?
Why are a lot of educational systems
suffering around the world?  Why are
everyone at war with each other?  
Why are the homosexuals criticized
for their sexuality?  Why is their
competition within society?  Those
were the questions that kept replaying
inside my brain, the heavy diction
rotating and accelerating towards
catastrophic depths, the crushed
confusion and mistaken philosophy,
trembling trigonometry and crashed
calculus, split conjunctions and
smashed nouns, drowned pronouns
and drifting derivatives, a breaking
integration dividing in drunken
dungeons.  I wanted to understand the
rhythm of the universe and the offbeat
double standards screaming inside
my veins, the lost language lingering
inside sleeping labyrinths, how when the
tremendous trees sway in opposite directions,
there is a shifting breeze rising in the air
towards silent dimensions, trying to
comprehend why the world is so broken
apart.