i stood in my new flat today counting the spins the fan made in its centre. an americanism, too out of body for me to keep an eye on. what now? but to wait till the inertion sickness crawls its way from the soles up to oesophagus.
tilt back till back flat against the black flat floor. (i hated that sentence but it needed some air.) wondering if i can melt beneath the new money wood, can i stand upside down, ankles halo’d in my space and my head in the neighbours.
the hallway to the bedroom where he sleeps a little more soundly now i’m out the bed, dares me to leave him alone. “you’ve clawed this distance out” i murmur back. “i can trace it in the skirting boards.”
sitting up i go to close the window and lock it, unlock it and smile at the little piece of freedom i can’t ever give back.
If, today, someone walked up to you on the street and asked "would you rather be seen or heard?", what would you say? Would you humor them and stay? Would you simply walk away? Growing up, I always heard kids say "I wish I was invisible." Maybe it was because they were shy. Maybe bullies made them cry. Maybe they were embarrassed about how they look. Maybe they just wanted a safe place to read a book. Whatever the reason, I can't help but wonder...if, today, someone walked up to you on the street and asked "would you rather be seen or heard?", what would you say? Would your answer be different than what it would have been as a kid? Or would it be the same?
Even before 1619 chains and tormentors guided our fate’s Decisions made by masters of disasters, calamity incarnate Strict with the lash, fast with cash, made to be last Ground into mash and left in the past Hundreds of years drowning in the struggle Voices ignored and submerged into a gurgle Each strike an etching of fear to remind of us we belong in the rear We belong under their heel, we belong in a field Our place standing as equal, not real '1865 and the wool is pulled further over our eye’s The lies fly fast when equality is subject You matter, you’re worthy, you’re heard and valued Just enough to serve and just enough to observe Now they tell me we’ve been unshackled from the hassle Now our voices are as powerful as the masters Now actions matter With my newfound freedom, I looked behind the curtain Found a sinister grin hiding a truth that leads us right back to where we began Where my freedom of choice is blocked by the path to move forward Where my value is determined buy profits that profit from me as a product Forever a slave to shackles of titles that never really matter Shackles of false power and influence Shackles of masters too blind to see the new face staring at them from inside the veil Forever beaten blue and yellow.