Thought it was funny
Right now I’m thinking the common pull is to judge your body.
Reject and criticize all parts.
But right now I say stop and do that after you repair and refresh
Regenerate and love the body then see if you have such things to judge and hate.
If we care first then critique, what are we critiquing but the evolution of ourselves.
The aftermath and banishing of that awful self-loathing parasite we all seem to own.
If we mend we heal; if we push forward we do not back down.
Hating my body really means hating the harsh judgement I heap on myself, yourself.
Care enough about you to care about strength, not physique.
We are confused but care enough will see us through.
Hockey nights in Canada
I bet those kids who get on camera dancin or whatever get egged on by their parents to do it and get attention
Enjoy it, yessir
Like my bitchy vitriol and ashy burns
Poke the jerks for personal pleasure
Sticks in marshmallows
Roasted people jumping sparky, like Farquads sore
You ever been down the street
And everyone looks like someone you’ll never meet
Walking a dog on padded feet
Good and bad and in between
And just this scene is news repeat
And just this life is confusing
And mind meets meat just thrashed and beat
And overheated cooks just leave
Much pressure roasting bleating please
These lambs are loud and sheep complacent
Get me out we’re such disposable place cards
This was supposed to go different but old heads rear now
Where a street has no name and neither does product
Walk myself on padded feet
And all I meet just whisper
Just people should acknowledge the huge differences and scope of things. Brown n black people can’t ever say anything “out of line” or against light folks right? Their feelings trump all, their lack of ability or freedom to say denigrating words and paint their faces is tragedy personified. They’re dying to be able to say the same slurs as blacks and be a part of an otherness right? They need more understanding and patience and kindness, not the other people who are looked down upon, they’ll be fine, everything is daisies for the minority class. It’s cool to be gay…