you, me, we

do you ever become paralysed by trivial matters?
something small goes wrong and your brain just freezes.
you mistake it as important because your heart skipped a beat.
but really it’s okay because nothing has changed.

when i’m trapped in the bubble of my mind i seem to forget that life continues on the outside.
i do this thing where i convince myself that i matter more than you
see i forget that your life is just as complex as mine,
both of us are humans, just trying to get by.

i don’t believe it’s in our nature so be so detached from strangers
maybe that’s why we sit on trains creating stories for these nameless faces
we are all different strokes painted by the same brush
when we fully realise this how harmonic life could be
because when you strip it down, what really separates you, me and we?

eyes wide shut

waiting on pavements, driving on roads, strolling down supermarket aisles.
everybody was born with the potential to be great
but by the time you could walk you were already a slave
to the system.

even the people in control don't actually know what they know
they just do what they've been told
by the puppets who came before them.

all of your eyes are wide open yet shut
the only way to break free from your chains
is to close your eyes, look inside, realise
and that will unlock your mind, your eyes, your heart,
your soul will be free like it was at the start.

 

i am a poet and i totally know it

so what if i choose not to shave my legs?
i am not not ashamed, just confident
don't you dare accuse me of insolence
if you are uncomfortable, don't share my presence

so what if i choose to have sex every day
with so many men i forget their names?
for him it is different; he's not viewed the same
i am called a slut, ridiculed and shamed

so what if i choose to voice my opinion?
don't you dare shoot me down, i am not your minion
i have a voice, i will use it
i have a right, don't abuse it