OPEN

If you opened your eyes

As much as you open your mouth,

Then maybe we could talk.

Maybe the world could work.

 

All you say are words.

Just meaningless strings of words.

No EMOTION,

No DEVOTION,

No REASON to believe you.

 

You spit lies to the masses

And they buy them by the thousands.

You’re out of control

But you want to control everything.

 

You are BLIND with anger

And your anger is blind.

You are CONSUMED by greed

And the greed consumes you.

 

I sit and wait

For you to come around.

I cry at night,

Hoping you’ll coming around.

 

But I wait in vain.

I wait in pain.

It seems that all I do now is wait,

And now I think it’s too late.

 

The WORLD is CHANGING,

But NOTHING CHANGES.

NOTHING gets done.

 

You see false truths,

And these fallacies hold you back

From seeing the world as it is.

 

It is NOTHING good

And it is EVERYTHING great.

It is NONE of the bad

And it is ALL of the horror.

 

There is a balance

Of all that is kind

And all that is rotten

And all the broken love in between.

 

Sometimes the line is blurred.

And to tip the scales to kindness

Would merely cause an avalanche

Of all that is rotten

Trying to stomp the good out.

 

This is the current state of the world.

Good intentions

Overwhelmed by the infections

Of the widespread hate for love.

 

And nobody sees anymore.

Not with their HEART,

Not with their EYES,

And not with their SOUL.

 

They look with their ears

And hear fragments of lies

That they buy into,

Wasting MILLIONS of lives.

 

Now is the time to CHANGE.

NOT over time,

NOT in twenty years,

And NOT to be reversed.

 

I want conversations

About EVERY SINGLE THING

We’re not supposed to talk about.

Let’s make some noise.

 

I will listen to every opinion,

But HATE is more than an opinion

And I will no longer

Live by your preconceived notions

Of how I am supposed to present MYSELF

And my BODY

And my HEART.

 

I will NOT love you

For DESPISING my existence,

For using your BELIEFS

To OWN my body,

Or treat me like I am LESS.

 

I do not claim to be more,

But I do claim myself.

MY - SELF,

As in NOT yours,

As in NOT your decisions.

 

So if I could only change ONE thing,

I’d open the eyes

Of the politicians

And leaders of the world

To the world they have created.

 

The people are SUFFERING,

They are STRUGGLING,

They feel WORTHLESS,

And they are treated as such.

 

Maybe if they saw the pain

With their heart,

They could feel it too.

And maybe things would change.

This poem is about: 
Me

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