We’ve been given more than anyone before us.
All this talk about privilege makes my heart sink…
As I sit in a tub full of clean, hot bubbling water,
To cleanse the battle of the day from me…
No home has been given for my heart to live in.
This means the world is both a house and a test.
The fox and the hen have their dens and nests.
But I’ve found no place to rest my head…
This world bought and sold me, without mercy.
A sojourner in a twisted reality,
where to be all that you can be, simply means…
You go softly into the night, fit in without a fight…
No bark. No bite. Spoon-fed parasitic self-defeating insight…
But not what’s within me… It will not pass through me.
It couldn’t touch the gold I hold dearly,
this has been a gift to me, and now I will give it endlessly,
it ends with me these generational barriers are breaking.
The caterpillar will be, as will a seed. Both must be broken,
in order to become all, they can be.