This poem began as an angry one.
But when I tried to put into words and write out loud all this angst that was within, I wasn’t able to. Maybe some day it’ll come out.
“I’m smart, you’re dumb.
I’m big, you’re little.
I’m right, you’re wrong.”, said Matilda’s dad.
“I’m right, you’re wrong.”
You’re wrong, I’m strong.
“You’ll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter.”, said Draco Malfoy.
“Better than others, Potter.”
But that don’t matter if you’re a go-gotter.
This is for the schoolyard bullies,
and the adults who’ve forgotten how to dream.
For the mean girls and the manly men,
congratulations! You get a ten out of ten.
This is for the people who know “exactly how I feel”.
Go fuck yourself.
“In time you will come to trust your feelings,
and you will be invincible.”, said the Emperor to Anakin Skywalker.
But will I be invincible? Can I be invincible?
Can I pick my nose in public? Could I cut my toenails here?
If I can’t, am I still invincible?
But for the ones who need to pee before these talks,
who love the feel of sand between their toes,
who enjoy finding themselves lost and long walks.
Who want to swim and not just wade in this pool called life.
Just keep swimming.
This is for the tall people trying to find their roots,
and the short people looking for the horizon.
For the ones who are forgotten,
for the tired and the dreamers,
for the poets and the redeemers.
Just keep swimming.
And for the sexists and the bigots and the racists who proclaim, “THERE IS NO OPPRESSION HERE.”
I love you, you love me, we’re one big family.
This is for you.
I know these words to be true.
I can tell you my secret now.
I see dead people.
They’re walking around,
waiting to be found.
The zombie apocalypse is no lie.
*Insert elaborate sigh*
So are you ready to be alive?
I’ll give you a high five.
Feel your heart pump.
Thump, thump, thump.
It won’t all be easy, it isn’t all fun.
But you’re fighting your own fight, you’ve already won.