poeming on a monday
you might want to run away,
join the circus, live a free life.
you might want to say fuck you,
buck authority, live this free life.
you might want to be alone,
live in the woods, live your free life.
you might think this is your goal.
you might even want it really bad.
you might want to rethink:
there are rules in the circus.
there are rules in the woods.
and no one gets out alive.
no one is ever gonna get out of this alive.
you are free where you are,
so be free where you are.
one day you can run away.
one day you can be the star
in whatever circus will have you.
until then, my love, remember:
there are rules everywhere.
following them doesn't take away
your essential freedom.
say fuck you to the systems that hurt us
say fuck you to the systems that enslave
learn to tell the difference between
having to take a bath most days,
being reminded to eat and sleep,
and being whipped for being slow.
maybe this is the real work of being six.
maybe this is the real work of being your mom.
maybe this is the real work of being human.