Positivity is hard when the whole world
Keeps shoving SOMETHING down your throat
corn syrup, drugs, an obligation, a label
And you're passing judgment, and opportunity
And ON, without having changed a thing
And your daughters that you raised
Will have the same thing shoved into them.
Positivity is tough.
But positivity is strong.
Strong like the survivor of rape,
Walking into the woods with a dog
And a new set of karate skills.
Strong like the man
Fleeing social obligations
And joining a choir
With his son.
Positivity is the realization
That they know naught what they do
And that ignorance is not a choice,
And that it is hard to overcome.
Positivity is seeing
In the eyes of convicts
And realizing that they too
Have been chewed up and spit out
By the monster they feed.
It’s breathing the same air
As the shrieking orange-blonde in the passenger seat
And helping her
Realize her own humanity.
It’s learning to seek out
The good, the brave
To uphold them, lend to them
Your thoughts and effort
The evils pleading
At your doorbell.
It’s ending the cycles
Using our own tools.
We cannot fight hate with hate.
So Senators, Congressmen,
Homophobes and Misogynists;
To all those who hurt
Because they have been hurt,
What they have been taught to ignore;
This world is not your fault.
But it is our responsibility.
Let love grow.
Let freedom ring.