All these isms and favoured
do-good words and noble dreams
of equality, justice,
inclusion and the like
that tug at
us and jostle us and make
us feel like we are part
of oppression itself.

We are not part of any
oppression at all, just fucking
existing, surviving, and trying to making
fucking sense of the universe,
filled with sadness,
filled with rage,
filled with longing
for something more that
will never come.

None of this left and right
and bullshit politics with words
means a fucking thing in the
troubled land of getting one
day to the next,
and thinking about what
will become of your life
and your kids
when you can’t find a
house even if you have a job.

So don’t spit your middle class
words and bullshit hyprocrisy at me
like I understand or even care,
for I am not the oppressor,
never was;
just look in your own poisonous garden,
and pick the flowers there.

 

11/8/2023