August 7, 2017
You don’t have to keep fighting
we want equality though it has to look and taste like this hold on or grab a belt another round of assemblies are coming our way, can I join? where do i fit in these size 32 skinny jeans with shoes too big and a blousy shirt let me run to you in the summer when I can sneer at the other kids topless and full of dirt wishing we could touch base on common ground instead of sliding head first wondering if I were tagged and now you’re it, the one with the crown so let me be and you can sit alone on your throne picking the last bit of fat off a passed around bone the one that once helped us move to another place, seeds were planted and we lost our pace. standing still and sulking wishing we were over there.
You have to keep fighting.