Hypotheticals

We all think we would
Have been the good guys in that story,
That we would have refused fascism’s demands,
We think we would have had the foresight,
The readiness to do the unpopular,
Until it happens on one’s own soil,
And then one is left in one of a few camps,
Those that acquiesce,
Those that refuse,
And those that just don’t know what to do,
What to do when humans are contained like cattle
With the label illegal,
What to do when realities of an angry mother Earth means this was no fault of their own,
What to do when being a good citizen conflicts with being a good person,
What to do when the question “what do I do?” is real
and not a hypothetical “what would I do?”
But rather ”what will I do?”

Our Stories

We
Have always been
Princesses and Princes.

They took, and told our stories,
Protecting royalty, and fantasy
—called it “fiction”, “faith”, and “history”

We have always been
Our own oppressors
And redeemers.

A Box

In a box.

Voices yell.

Voices yell to everyone
outside,
That they do not
See the box;

That they do not see
Mad persons in the box,

That they do not see
Persons trapped in the box.

That they do not see
Persons.

8/3/2018

Algorithms

July 8, 2017

An algorithm
controls your life,
This “love”
is numbers
playing with your mind
With constant coincidences
and real life imitating fiction
It is stranger still

To fix the insanity
Of mind control
We take a pill
-the screen flips-
And we wonder
Just how much
Of everything
Is real