is so much with me that i wanna
s c r e a m
the atrocities and reciprocities
the f*+king media whirlpool spins it all
and my mind
e x p l o d e s .
i just hold onto what i know and what i say to kids today
"you're fine. you're okay."
but they know that i know that
they are at war.
every single time they go to school
they might get shot.
they might get killed.
they might not go home and play XBox or basketball
because someone they know/don't know has a different idea.
i demand they still believe.
believe you me
that they can make the world better.
that they are why the world is better.
that settling for a life that is half will never be full
and full is being able to take risks
and not wear their heart behind bullet proof glass
but i know i ask a lot.
here is where i begin
"you are fine. you are okay."
and i mean it to infinity and beyond
and i know
i know i can't make it better
the bulls*it name calling
the mom that can't hear or the father that
i can't remove them
from the sometime/all-the-time wasteland
that they feel
i . want . to . make ... life different
so i walk in that room
with Group Home kids
or suburban middle class rejects
and i don't pull out cue cards
or preach some wickety-wack sermon
(i leave that to the "experts")
this : here.
and i say, "i believe in you. let's make it better now.
in this moment. your words. your v o i c E!"
we find our way.
"and in that moment, i swear we (are) infinite"
freewrite/poem thing by
* final line: The Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky