****** up your dissonance,
(your discontent, your dissent,)
hold it to your breast like a child,
hold your truth to be
(self-evident)
though they will ignore it.
Your passivity is here, some
days and they will mock you.
Let it be,
let yourself stand for that ultimate,
for that good
that you know is riddled with
the newsworthy “bad intentions” or
“ungodliness.”
Shelter your cooing,
let the body see, let the people see
humanity
as it is
will care for what it can.
Some have hearts as vast as oceans.
Some hold all of space.
Others carry with them a tiny ceramic vessel,
or the eye of a needle,
or a small brass bowl.
They can only love
so much.
Carry the weight, if it matters.
Carry that **** that **** that bristling anger.
Snake it where it matters.
Show them.
You don’t have to forgive them,
(maybe you should)
but
show them.
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 11:20 AM UTC
****** up your dissonance,
(your discontent, your dissent,)
hold it to your breast like a child,
hold your truth to be
(self-evident)
though they will ignore it.
Your passivity is here, some
days and they will mock you.
Let it be,
let yourself stand for that ultimate,
for that good
that you know is riddled with
the newsworthy “bad intentions” or
“ungodliness.”
Shelter your cooing,
let the body see, let the people see
humanity
as it is
will care for what it can.
Some have hearts as vast as oceans.
Some hold all of space.
Others carry with them a tiny ceramic vessel,
or the eye of a needle,
or a small brass bowl.
They can only love
so much.
Carry the weight, if it matters.
Carry that **** that **** that bristling anger.
Snake it where it matters.
Show them.
You don’t have to forgive them,
(maybe you should)
but
show them.
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