TruthTramp

Dear to,

The Sir

in her morning mirror

for thirty years,  she has been, studying

the you, that she sees in

that image reflected

funny, that you never knew her

never knew her, like she knew you

like she knows you, now

if you only knew how, she

tried

to obscure you

how she drove

to destroy…. you

How many others

have borne

that chaos

her strife

your strife

Sir

afflicted

with privilege

if you only knew

what these

[your ]

women

have been through

and that

that is in you too

Dear to,

The Man

who is all

swagger and lust

who couldn’t hear the truth

or see the sun

if it had been lopped upon

blinded him reflected in

the silver spoon

he is choking on

so i’ll tell you now

don’t drown

in fear

don’t shove it down

TEAR IT OUT

don’t shove it down

TEAR IT OUT

I’ll tell you

don’t shove that shit down

don’t choke on it

don’t drown

TEAR IT ALL OUT

TEAR IT ALL DOWN

and rebuild

rebuild

it better

we can

together

BEGIN

like it’s the first time

LIVE

like you are born

of stardust and sunshine

like your roots stretch

thither and frontward of

space and time

no

may you not die

may your flesh not perish

under these

grievances

amongst

such

unfinished business

that is my wish

for us

for us

not to perish