we were raised to be unsure
to be doubtful
and confused
and trustless
to wonder
but only because we
cannot assure
ourselves
we were told to be quiet,
sit silently, and do good
we were never asked
our opinion and we
never asked why
we were told:
we need to listen to our parents,
our teachers, our papas, mamas,
uncles, counselors, and bosses,
to the politicians and back-alley
preachers because they know it
all, they’ve been around the block
and seen the world, and they know
how it goes
we need to believe their advice
and do what they say because
god is always watching you
know
we were raised in a
universe devoid of
reason
we were left pursuing questions
without ever knowing there were
actually answers
we, the doubtful,
confused,
and trustless
how to do we know
anything?
too many,
I say,
look skyward for
their answer
only to miss,
a tiny whisper,
constantly
humming out of
their hearts
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 8:57 PM UTC
we were raised to be unsure
to be doubtful
and confused
and trustless
to wonder
but only because we
cannot assure
ourselves
we were told to be quiet,
sit silently, and do good
we were never asked
our opinion and we
never asked why
we were told:
we need to listen to our parents,
our teachers, our papas, mamas,
uncles, counselors, and bosses,
to the politicians and back-alley
preachers because they know it
all, they’ve been around the block
and seen the world, and they know
how it goes
we need to believe their advice
and do what they say because
god is always watching you
know
we were raised in a
universe devoid of
reason
we were left pursuing questions
without ever knowing there were
actually answers
we, the doubtful,
confused,
and trustless
how to do we know
anything?
too many,
I say,
look skyward for
their answer
only to miss,
a tiny whisper,
constantly
humming out of
their hearts
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