Mostly Existential
Mostly Existential
Quarter Life Crisis
With every year that passes,
The fear of the one that got away
Increases exponentially
Were any of my great loves
My greatest love?
How many more great loves
Until I run out of time?
Maybe there’s supposed to be multiple,
Loves that taste different and
Transform you in unique ways
Until hopefully the timing is right
For “the one”?
Maybe it’s supposed to be bits and pieces of those you love
And you learn to just accept the remaining parts of them
And not ask for anything more
Maybe it comes after heartbreak
Maybe you are stolen away from your partner
By “the one”
Or, maybe for you, it’s just not supposed to be
Dead Meat
When you catcall a woman
Or yell “hey sexy!”
Or say “niiice legs”
I can feel your eyes
See your mouth
Turning my body into
Parts to be bargained with
Or conquered
Like a rotisserie chicken
Dead meat with edible
Thighs, breasts, lips
You sexualize me
Instead of humanize me
You don’t compliment my fashion sense
Or the way my shoes touch the ground
You swipe aside
My fears and dreams
Trauma and love
My body is not something created just for you to admire
But everything else about me is a choice
And usually something interesting enough
To start a conversation
Instead when you yell after, over
A being you do not care to know
You don’t see me
As a woman with a soul
You feast on my body
Like it is all that is there
You turn me from a being of light and fervor
To lifeless shapes for you to enjoy
I would never
Take a stranger’s clothes off with my imagination
And legitimize that thought by saying “nice ass”
Because human to human
I know you are more than a body with a good butt
Who happened to walk past me on the street
I do not feel the need to dehumanize you
Into solely your parts that you were more or less born with
When you catcall a woman
Or yell “hey sexy!”
Or say “niiice legs”
You take away my humanness
Without even a second thought
As you view me as meat
I view you as beast
You removed the possibility of this interaction
Being human to human
Your sexism destroys your own soul
Did your mother never teach you that some thoughts should be kept to yourself?
Give & Take
Animals only take what they need to take
And give only what they have to give
It’s not being minimalistic
It’s not selfishness
It’s eternity
They understand this balance
Between all beings
And respect their place in it
To live on
The destruction of our actions
Is not unfamiliar to this universe
Resilience and transformation
Unfathomable by the human generation
It will be our elimination
By the end of this fight
Because some take what they must take and give only what they can give
But it is the ones that
Take all they can and give as little as they can give
That don’t live to see how the universe
Will never end
Some beings were meant to grieve
Others to balance with a flourish
Others to gain power and lose it
The enlightenment of balance
Is a never-ending journey