Here's a poem I wrote back in 2020.
It felt very raw back then,
it doesn't feel like that anymore.
I've done a solid amount of talking rather than writing since then.
Yet letting the words out in a written form has always felt kathartic.
So I'm leaving this here.
Maybe it resonates with you.
No title poem, June 2020
I’m sick and tired
I’m sick and tired of y’all telling me that I care too much
That I want too much
That I’m being naive thinking I can change the world,
That I can change others’ minds
I’m lost and I’m fragile,
But I’m also the strongest I’ve ever been
I have a passion and I have a purpose, I want to serve,
I’m on the very edge of bursting like a bubble
But I am also inside my bubble
Where each of us is,
I’m no better than you
And you’re no better than me,
We are created equal, and should remain equal,
But how can we remain something we have never been in the first place?
I’m sick and tired of you telling me to take things slowly
I’m sick and tired of you saying that there are other things I should be worrying about right now
I’m sick and tired of your words of support
I’m not actively trying to suffer
I hate suffering
But I hate injustice even more
And no, I cry not as a symbol of
I cry in the mornings, and I cry at night
I cry while we have breakfast,
And when you hold me tight
I cry because I care
And I care because I live
I live to be here for others, not for personal gains
I think that Gandhi said it right: real happiness comes from being there for others,
Think about a moment you gifted someone
and saw their smile
That felt pretty dang good, didn’t it?
I cry, as I write this,
I cry as I scream, I stay silent, I listen
I am sick and tired of this twisted system we’re in
I am doing my best, and have been doing just that,
But that is not enough, and
I cry because I’m tired
No, no, I’m not tired, I’m
Exhausted
I’m having difficulties coming to terms with my close ones not caring as much as I do
But I don’t think I care too much
I’m sick and tired of you trying to press that thought on me
I care just enough, if anything, I care too little
I’ve cared too little my entire life
I thought I could educate, but here I am, unaware of anything
I am here in my blissful ignorance, being lucky and fighting my own privilege even
Though you are trying to tame it
I hate this twisted system but I love the Planet Earth
I hate that we are all divided but I love that we are all here
I hate that we have to have this conversation
And that I can’t help but cry
But I cry for the broken hearts, because I am aching inside
I cry because I can’t do this no more,
I cry because I care
And I care because we’re all human, and every human should care
This is not a story about me
Yet I’m becoming a subject of it,
I try to silence my crying
Even if it is pushing me through
This is not about me, nor is it about you, it is about all of us - HUMANS.
None of the things that happen to your brother
are things that couldn’t happen to you
None of the things that he has to suffer,
are things that you wouldn’t suffer from, too
But you are here, and he is there,
For he was born different from you
You are both human, blood pumping in your veins
Both wanting a happy, safe childhood
Adventurous teenage years
Being able to tranquilly walk your neighbourhood
You both want love, acceptance and peace
And I will not pause, this is not about being at ease
I am sick and tired of having to explain myself
Why I cry
Why I care
Why I won’t stop standing up and speaking up
Why I call myself out
And why I will call you in time and time again
It is time to get uncomfortable
You can learn a lesson I learned
Thank yoga
Become comfortable in the feeling of being uncomfortable
Learn to let go,
Learn to listen and
Open your heart
For when you open your heart, you let out love and let in peace
We need more compassion,
More people who care,
I don’t want to scream anymore,
I want you on my side, you there?!
If you feel attacked,
Let that sink in
Why do you feel attacked?
Open up, speak up,
I am here, I want to hear you
Let us work together to fix this
One person makes a difference, but they cannot make the difference
Let us connect, let us share love, let us feel sorrow and let us act on the black squares we have all posted while being suddenly swept off of our feet by the immense wave of anger, outrage and real talk from all people, from all over the world,
From people, your brothers and sisters, all created equal.
Let. us. connect.
We are one. We are a CommUNITY.