Something vs. Nothing

So they say I need to get out there and make something of myself.
Tiger.
That is to say,
Currently, I’m nothing.
And to become ‘something’
I must do an awful lot of nothing.
Making lists
Crawling through cyber space
Assigning numerical value to my values,
And telling everyone I’m everything and getting nothing in return.
My life on their terms
A series of debits and credits
Generally, nothing more than a ledger

So, what’s the bottom line?
I wish I had more time.

And so, I think I won’t be ‘something’
No accounting for my value
Or, performing on command
No balancing
For, I am something now
A big, round, beautiful zero
Ground
Neutral
Neither positive nor negative
Just being
Existing

Why not just make nothing of ourselves instead?

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Pimpin’ the American Dream ‘aint Easy

Am I less of a customer because I pay by EBT?
Or is it because I pay late and don’t try to argue down the fee?
Because I follow the rules,
Yet, my dollar is worth less than yours.
Worthless?
Or just worth – LESS
Because I stand all day to earn it,
And because I’m just too big to fit through any loop holes in your government
Because I ride the bus and the train
Eat chips and cakes
And don’t obsess about my weight gain.
So wait,
Because I work and you supervise,
that makes me less than you
you do realize,
without me, there’d be nothing for you to doSSSSHHHHHHHH

don’t discount my worth based solely on your ego
and remember,
you don’t go every place that we go.
To the pantry
At 5am to wait in line and beg for a bite to eat.
To the podiatrist,
With no insurance for those shooting pains in my feet
And to SNAP where I get denied and told ‘sorry hun people got it worse then you
they got you beat’
hu,
I didn’t realize my life was a game
A snapshot of the working poor
Put that in your frame
If it’s worth it.

They say,
If we just worked harder,
We could pull ourselves out.
Does the same hold true to the Somalian’s we gave to, and hear so much about?
Don’t let them turn you against us
A standard ‘us against them’
You don’t know what we’ve seen or where we’ve been.
You hear ONE story and it repeats in your mind, it never ends.
Why not instead,
Spread – out that sympathy
To the homeless, the crazy, the hungry,
To the elderly
To me.
We are not numbers
The 99%
We are one
The collective
Simply caught up in the current
Turn around and swim up stream
It’s like you’re stuck in a tractor beam
Remember the enemy because to them we’re ALL poor
They’re the pimps and we’re they’re whores
Don’t be complacent
Solutions exist
Speak up and stop being fucked
Or you’ll just allow the fucking to persist.

C

Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend

Am I less?

 

Well, what’s the bench mark?

Less of a woman with less ample breasts?

Wearing less makeup and a longer dress

Less, sparkle and shine

But more grit and grime

why must I be soft?

And quiet.

A skirt

Delicate and proper

Ladylike

LIKE a lady?

OR a lady?

What is a lady?

 

Well, I guess I don’t fit

Because I can’t force-fake a dream of diamonds and marriage and children and debt.

I close my eyes

And fantasize of revolution

I remember the listless limbless child slaves

The ones mining your diamonds for a cup of rice a day

I dream of a new reality where people are valued

Where money falls from grace

Where you’ll all have egg on your face

 

Don’t try to put me in a box and pop a label on it

You don’t understand because you’re selfish

You are your own sun

And we just orbit

Of no importance

Right?

 

I’m committed

And have convictions

I have love

And drive

I’M alive

I’ll not wed society

A society allowing for poverty,

For hunger.

Not for change

Not for love

Not echoing the cries of the vulnerable like thunder

Prim won’t feed the children

And, it would be proper, to put a stop to sex trafficking.

If a “Lady” wears a diamond on her perfectly manicured ring finger,

Does it show her husband her commitment?

Or just that, African children are less important?

I’m not buying what you’re selling

So call me a man because I’ve got balls and you’re right,

A diamond IS forever.

Forever enslaved

Forever lining the pockets of war profiteers

Forever ruining economies

Forever encouraging genocide

Your divorce will sever ties

But your diamond severed lives

It cast a foreshadow on your union

Polluting the purity of your marriage like raw sewage

All because you acted before you thought

Goo goo gaa gaa over that ring your friend bought

Like a rodent attracted to its shine

 

OK, OK

It’s just a ring

Well you tell that to him,

The boy with one hand

To his mother

To the villages destroyed and its people run off their land

So you see,

This thing,

You say is ‘just a ring’

Is much,

Much more.

Decide what you stand for.

 

 

C

Inner City Peace

This world we’ve constructed for ourselves,

Violent, selfish and uninviting

While, the world on its own,

Nature,

Springtime,

Is just the opposite.

Full of calming beauty,

Coexistence, generosity and openness.

Each day,

If only for a moment,             

I RENOUNCE OUR INDIGNANT, SELF RIGHTEOUS AND CALCULATING WORLD

And simply coexist,                                                                

To feel the wind run across my skin,

The sun, gently warming my hair.

To appreciate the grass, so green and lush,

The flowers, peeking out, just beginning to bloom.

Time to sing along with the birds’ beautiful chipper melody,

And watch the squirrels run with wild freedom.

To immerse myself in harmony,

In peace,

In the natural and true world order,

And simply exist.

 

Here, ownership is nonexistent,

You cannot bottle the breeze,

Or jar a wave.

You can’t purchase freedom,

Or email the glisten of morning sunshine reflecting gloriously off of jet black fur.

If you trap the breeze,

It ceases to exist,

Its spirit dies.

And in effect, you’ll have trapped emptiness,

Nothingness,

Futility, but we continue.

 

I don’t wish to strive,

Or survive

Confine or work.

Produce,

Enlarge or reduce.

I will not grind or achieve or chase.

I’ve no interest in climbing a ladder,

For at the top, only a trapped breeze awaits.

I’d rather a mountain,

A view, some snow.

I yearn for coexistence,

For a purpose and love that are persistent,

Surrounded by sunshine or raindrops,

Engulfed in the breeze.

To cut the chains,

We’ve bound ourselves as willing slaves.

Lose the shackles,

And just be,

Be truly free.

 

 

C