Silence Thirst

I am dying for a drop
Of silence

I need
To hear the thrum
Of my own engine
To put my finger
In the broken dam
Of media
To step back
From the deep chasm
Of other people
To be alone
Instead of just
Feeling alone
I long to hear
Clouds creeping and grass growing

O quiet land of birth
I am coming soon

American Question

The question for Americans is no longer
Are you willing to die for your country
And for freedoms you hold dearer than life
But rather are you willing to die in your country
For freedoms others hold dearer than life

Brock Turner

Little did you think
When you grunted
"I'm fucking this bitch UP"
You were talking more
About your own priveleged life
Than your momentary soiling
Of a much better human being

Trans Gender

Transgender
Is not being lost
Between two sexes
It is beyond the binding blinding
Binary of pink and blue

Dividing people up
Into male and female
Straight or gay
Is like drawing a rainbow
With a two colour pencil

If you force people to choose
Between blue ball over downward triangle
Or pink ball over upward triangle
Don't act surprised
Over where they s(h)it