"micromanaged" poems
I never thought I’d find myself running outside on the sidewalk
Bearing to go faster just to be home.
I never felt my heart beat so fast
And tears overpower my beautiful face
As I cried for everything to stop while
Sprinting in school clothes and a backpack.
I never shook so much.
I could not even breathe as I pushed through the isle and jumped off the steps.
I screamed “No!” at the top of my lungs
When all the kids demanded I obey them
Because I was
Different.
I ignored the boy who laughed and asked why I was getting off.
I ran, I panted, and I found my mother in the house
Where I arrived early.
My own stop was two after the one
I ran off the bus.
I told her they wouldn’t let me have the backseat.
They restrained me by holding my arms, pushing my hand off,
And lashing their voices to the point I was shattered.
She reported this to my father.
They said I did the right thing.
Impressed by how I removed but mostly how
I ran.
In my yard I would see birds fly in and out of the trees.
How I wanted to be a Blue Jay and fly to wherever I could go.
I may not be able to fly,
But I could run, and wear the color blue.
I can run away and grow stronger more than any
Micromanaged child who was taught nothing but
Self-absorption.
I could run whenever I was in trouble and
Nobody dared to catch me due to my fiery
Speed.
Today, I write this with an icepack under my left foot.
I’m injured, but will be back to my usual
Routine eventually.
The nasty kids are where it all started.
I told them not to cry to me when they received an
“F” in gym.
If they do, I’ll run away ;).
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
poetry.
right?
no rules?
right?
just soul?
right?
am I ******* right?
What the hell happened?
I find myself, in a time of complete mayhem
and I just want to write
My beautiful words, thoughts, and emotions
now under duress
"punctuation"
" I don't get it"
I don't write for you.
I write for me.
what the holy hell is poetry if it's not undefined.
the only thing in this quintessential world, that is undefined.
the only ******* thing I have
and you want to micromanage it.
just like you micromanaged everything into the ground.
well, bite me society.
not on my watch, not even on my time zone.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
Bogged down in the details,
truth is undone
Swimming through the corn flakes,
milk overruns
Looking at the forest,
seeing just trees
Pieces micromanaged,
—big picture tease
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 11:07 AM UTC
Micromanaged messes
Trotting all around
Not focused on your breath
Which you’ll learn is so profound
Lift up your heads
See the world through you
Become mindful
And there’s nothing you can’t do
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 9:54 PM UTC