I get why Britney shaved her head.
Why ‘FUCK!’’ is chiseled into the bathroom
Stall by a kid with dark eyeliner and emo bangs?
This I now understand.
Sometimes, Allie chooses Lon, and Noah
Is left with his beard in the boat with the birds.
Frequently, the Anakins succumb to the dark side or the hot
British villain blows everything up right before the credits.
Not all whistleblowers get to be played by Nicole Kidman.
Only the good DO die young and
The wicked get to sleep in.
Usually, she’s faking it. (She is.)
In many cases, he never calls.
Always, they care *way* less than you think.
Frankly, my dear, they don’t give a damn
….like at all.
Denial
Projection
Repression
Escapism
Sooth for a bit, BUT only
until you’re reminded of how
Often, the underdog is left in a pasture
Watching a well-intended family drive away.
Repeatedly, justice doesn’t prevail.
Time and time again, handsome incompetence climbs the ladder
Fastest.
Ordinarily, smiles of lies are
flashed to keep up with appearances.
Continually, money talks…the loudest.
Commonly, everyone but your cat has an angle (and the verdict’s still out on her).
Regularly, you blame your parents, but they can’t get all the credit.
Generally, they *are* all judging you and your outfit.
Oft, *that’s* exactly what she meant.
Never, do you say the right thing in the moment,
nor, do you bite your tongue when you should.
Rarely, does the cutting of the slack take place.
And seldom, is the compliment that you crave …said.
So what do you do?
You pick up an umbrella and beat the shit out of a car.
And after the sweats, the tears, and the projectile
cusswords …
Your shaky, cut-up hand drops the umbrella.
The jaded rage and pain that was once within
Are now dents on metal.
You breathe into the space that they left…
How will you fill it?
Will you self-source the love that you long for from others?
Will grace for those who hurt you, for yourself for hurting
Others take up residency?
Will ambition to create the life you want,
regardless of the choices of others live there?
Will the courage to fight for justice emerge from there?
Will you compassionately hold space for other’s pain there?
Will the calling out of other’s bullshit resound from there?
After all, ‘It’s [YOUR NAME], bitch.”