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by L. Akinyi 4 months ago in surreal poetry Β· updated 4 months ago
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β„π”Όπ•Šπ•‹

one minute you’re bumping to your faveβ€’the next you’re having a capitalist/existential crisis

i am. i can.

ableist myth. ableist mantra.

i got this.

i don't need you. or them. or us.

or anybody and their bids.

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for connection. for distraction.

i am. i can.

i got this.

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let's pretend. in my defense.

i work hard. all by myself.

bootstrap mentality. that shit crazy.

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stand. you’re on.

your own two feet.

on this land.

though four hold your table to eat.

no one is an island.

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riff raff. rich rags. rich gags.

is the sound on this thing on?

are we going to live long?

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β€œmaterial girl living in a... don’t be mad cause you’re broke. let me clear my throat” - wyclef jean

β€œwhy don’t you just let go, and quiet down your ego. don’t complain about finance...”- cleo sol

β€œif i ruled the world… i’d free all my sons, black diamonds and pearls” - ms. lauryn hill (the original Ⓛ)

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who’s in charge of the playlist today???

heavy handed with the downloads nay?

rest. rest. silence___________ . rest.

all roads to freedom.

no kingdoms.

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rest and play. a little impractical i say.

all my life i’ve known money rules.

the world. old ways in a new day.

doesn’t make much sense to me. which way…

to paradise?

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oh you came?

for the ice? that’s nice.

burned bills. burned bridges.

burned oil spills. burned skills.

burnt out? lights out.

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rug burn hospitality. that shit crazy.

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i am and i can.

surrender this hourly penance.

rest as resistance.

new myth. new mantra.

i got peace. i got bliss.

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let’s pretend.

interdependence. weaving intersections.

where i can’t and you can.

or you can’t and i can.

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not always willing. not always able.

yet a full life. shared and stable.

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and even if we don't get to live long.

to trade all the i am’s and i can’s

all the i have’s and i do’s

for simple stillness, a simple sweetness,

a brief, sacred birdsong.

surreal poetry

About the author

L. Akinyi

𝕛𝕒.π•›π•¦π• π•œ

πšœπš‘πšŽ/ πš‘πšŽπš›/ 𝙻

πš™πš’πšŒπš”πš’πš—πš πš’πš πšžπš™ πš πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πš’ πšπš›πš˜πš™πš™πšŽπš πš’πš πš’πšŽπšŠπš›πšœ 𝚊𝚐𝚘 ✍🏾

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