Do I choose love,
or do I choose life,
down in here in this pit of society
where I can chose 1, be a woman
or 2, be someone, something else
I don’t know what that something is,
exactly, but I do know
it is something of a warrior,
everything of a human being
when love becomes “the next step” in life,
when it becomes a final goal
it ruins the songs for me, it ruins the longing in my heart
for love and life and more,
a world that can make sense again,
a space where I can start learning how the puzzle fits together
rather than about each individual piece,
peace does not, will not, never comes from love alone
these good-vibes-only signs make me want to be bad
I want to speak a language everyone will understand,
that will encompass sympathy and empathy and compassion
and purpose and results. I want to act.
I do want love.
But I want to live, too.
I want to live the life I choose,
not just that of the mother or the wife or the nurturer.
I want to give this Earth a voice.
That would do just fine.
a rambling in the wake International Women’s Day…
a day we shouldn’t need to celebrate…a day that should be every. day.
March 10, 2017