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Solid.

It’s a tough note.
And a difficult avenue.
Solid. 
I’m not telling you what to do. Or to argue on behalf of my so called girlie simple-ness.
For one minute. 
one minute.
I believe in the greater good.
I have been on the outside and
witnessed
Salty salaciousness
Objective sorrows
Look it up. Say it out loud.
Turn the page
It’s not funny or charming.
Not for
One minute. 
I can tell you I see what the small ones see.
Because they tell me. And they draw pictures which explain how the grownups have gone wrong. 
Wrong.
we’re doing it wrong.
It’s about you and me. Instead of you against me. 
Really.
I’m pretty good at you against me. 
Believe me.
I don’t have answers but I know what direction is wrong. And I can tell you all about It. 
In songs and in pictures.
I’m not sorry.
Not for one minute.
believe.
You know the good. Its there.
right in front of you.
Always.

One thought on “Solid.

  1. Sigh. This was written pre-election, but it’s like you already knew. *sadness*
    Looking forward to more of your poems. 🙂
    Sending hugs and hope you have a good weekend. See you on the interwebs!

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