Passion

Passion is when boys and men discuss last night’s football game,

Passion is the talk of which player is better and why.

Passion is the career many people go after.

Passion is the feeling during a honeymoon.

Passion is the artist’s hands while crafting.

Passion is the worry for the things you love;

Passion is the driving force of all things lovely;

But passion is not love.

Passion is not shown after the honeymoon phase.

Passion is not the same talk as a football game when switched to the talk of a girlfriend.

Passion is not the obligation to roll on the left side of the bed, go to work exhausted--- But you need a paycheck.

Passion is also the same feeling murder’s alike have.

Passion is disastrous. Passion caused the death of Christ.

Passion changes character, creates a man into a boy, a woman into a girl.

Cheaters into daily liars, sex into absence, relationships into subtitles; like “main” and “side” bitch.

Dates into dating into many boyfriends and many girlfriends,

Oh, but I forgot the space between boy friend and girl friend.

Oh, but how funny it is that even writing girl friend and boy friend it wants to autocorrect to girlfriend and boyfriend, not one space in between.

Isn’t passion also driving people mad?

What about those wars we have or how about the latest terrorist threats?

Did passion not cause the KKK as well as ISIS?

If you have passion you’re now as bad as any organization, murderer, or politician created.

While this is abstract stick with me still.

Passion created groups that divide, even the great ones like Black Lives Matter or how about All Lives Matter?

It created subgroups of people based off lifestyle, religion, beliefs, ethnicity, education, race and age.

Instead of being identified as a person, I’m classifed as a white, Colombian, vegan, Christian, but well-educated teenage girl; what about you?

What’s my name? I’m sure a majority don’t know.

If you’re a passionate person but don’t fit in my category I’m sure you don’t want to know.

How about we switch from passion to love?

Because while passion can hate and divide love conquers all and can never subside.

Oh, and my name; it’s McKenzie.

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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