love is a grassroots tactic [a poetic]

(Edited throwback) Ra, ra, ra, I was sent for love. Let’s start a movement, Spread love like roots Revitalizing the yard of our Mother’s planted intentions, weeded over by the hate and put downs Of the downtrodden, Trampled by colonial boots that Forced a garden cut with bloodsoaked stones and hemmed by abnormal picket fence,…

when the world shatters

i. when the world shatters it’ll have been my hand splintered and cut for the remorseful idiocy of holding it out for you. ii. i am the child that touched the stove and too much enjoyed the show of melting flesh to hear my breaking, painful cry. iii. hope is the most dangerous possession so…