Things I’ve Felt, Lately
As a result of a narrative called life that caused me to feel
dejected
invalidated
And
helpless,
My feelings were too fiery to be spun into paragraphs.
And, as my feelings hold weight (unlike what I was trained to believe), here are my thoughts
… regarding the glass ceiling …
We were supposed to shatter glass ceilings
And yes, a few panels fell
But brick and mortar scraped our knees
As we began to tell
The shards of glass that had fall
Bled us red across the wall
Yet the rest seemed bulletproof
To every batter kept aloof
And I had only surmised it was just a chance
Since each hit ricocheted with just a glance
Since each movement barely lanced
A ceiling structure so advanced
I was sent here to shatter glass ceilings
But it seems this house will fall
Because without this glass foundation
Our tinny house would sprawl
What could have stood without this roof
Leans heavily, walls, they swell
Since we hadn’t considered that in fact
The house was glass as well
Because it isn’t a glass ceiling to shatter
It’s actually a glass floor
It’s glass walls, glass everything
Glass the kitchen sink and door
Because if it was just the ceiling
We could have crashed it down and left
But alas without these panes
The house is gone, a theft
No wonder these hard aims at the ceiling
Weren’t enough, weren’t sound
Since the fragility stemmed far and wide
It dug into the ground
As this predilection for affliction
Our narratives shred, sold as fiction
Now cities and scapes that once stood for us
They crumble to shatter and fall
Reflecting that a world built on glass bricks
Was never built for us at all
… regarding my period …
Blood was always blood until
He decided that she was evil
Blood was not a sign of nature
But instead signified a loss of stature
And that blood lost her worth
Struck her down from all her mirth
For since the human was a she
She was deemed to not be free
And she was too powerful, that’s the only causation
That he sentenced she to an eternity of damnation
So every month she was cast aside
While he stood and boasted with pride
The world that was so primed and neat
Got all upheaved when she turned to the street
When she was done and the whole world cheered
Up up up it was up she was geared
She wore the kings and shook them down
What was hers, some finally found
She triumphed for she was truly magic
Wouldn’t fall fool for all the trick
And yet when she could raise her voice
It seemed that she still had no choice
For tampons and pads, they still cost millions
He was sitting there counting his billions
She would die struck by the shock
And all he would hear would be the clock
After the 9–5, he’d count his money
Not caring for the blood, the blood so runny
And it was the monetization of pain
That caused her tears to rain and rain
For it seemed that she would never be equal
Each move for justice was just a sequel
But it seems that when enough voice would scream
Through the clouds would be a beam
A little by little the tax would ease
But, there was no cool summer breeze
Storms now, angry, they roar
Rattle each and every cabinet door
So that the bleeders would rise up strong
Yet, for basic humanity, they still have to long
… regarding the state of the world …
You’ll be okay
I’ll be okay
We, We will, We’ll be okay
Just wear a mask
It’ll all be okay
Wear it the right way
Over your nose
And you’ll be okay
Wear it straight
I mean be straight
Yeah, we’ll be okay
I’ll be okay
You’ll be okay
Just wash your hands
With gold bars
Mmhmm, we’ll be okay
If we’re all just rich
And white
We’ll be okay
You’ll be okay
I’ll be okay
That all you need to do
Be able to do
Yes, you need to be abled too
You’ll be okay
I think
Scratch that
Will I be okay?
Will you be okay?
Probably,
Right,
I hope
We’ll be okay
Maybe
Sure
Maybe
I don’t know
But, for now
That’s okay.
