Please, don't scroll by!
*insert positive poem here*, if need be...
Please, don’t scroll by...
*insert positive poem here*, if need be.
Rainbows and sunshine, a spoonful of sugar!
As long as you'll stay...
Long enough to swallow the bitters,
to look at the hard parts.
Lift my chin up, dripping with medicine,
to see the emotion brewing in my pupils, these students of mine,
trying to understand this world around us.
Trying to swallow what’s actually here,
to learn that all of this is God regardless of what we see.
Thick, sticky trick of an illusion.
Wait what?
That’s not an illusion, that's a child freezing!
A criminal unpunished!
That’s an ocean poisoned!
It’s really happening to those affected...
All of us.
Lean in to the good and also the bad.
Please dont ignore the ugly,
the grime forming where we refuse to look.
It’s still there,
hurting
all of us.
{flinch} Ouch!
I know... I know...
"Don’t focus on the negative"
*Insert affirmative prayer here*
Good news and spiritual upliftment!
As long as you'll pray
when I’m too shattered to think it matters
as so much doesn’t seem to.
Like the 3 pounds of plastic to package more plastic
Like the neighbors in shackles, metaphoric and actual
Like the fires that burn ever closer to home
And who needs the guilt?
It crushes too much, so hard to hold.
It’s not our fault, right?
We are good people... doing the best that we can...
and if we could we would do better!
Remind me of that phrase again about good men who do nothing,
no matter how bitter it tastes!
Depressed from trying to reach the golden button
that fixes everything..
The one that doesn’t exist.
Lift my chin up to give me
a reason to smile.
Not a distraction.
Not a shaming for being ashamed.
Not another spoonful of sugar, it's making me sick!
It's making the world sick.
Just the medicine, please?
No matter the pain.
There’s a reason to smile
when you give it to me straight,
when you love me while we're aching.
Don’t fix me while I’m breaking
it's medicine for me!
To look at it. To lean in.
Even while I feel like I’m doing nothing..
because I can do something
once I know and don't hide.
When I grow by your side.
With that constant reminder.
The awareness of shadow
but the knowledge of light.
Yes, it is all God!
As well as the seemingly impossible journey
for justice and peace.
Yes, it all is God..
good news and bad,
easy and hard.
Doesn’t mean we aren’t supposed to
be uncomfortable and face it!
Lift my chin up to see
the monster I am..
the God I am..
The reflection of yourself,
you monster!
You God!
Bless this
or.. damn it...
but please don’t just scroll by!
About the Creator
Blaine Lindsey
Blaine Lindsey is a living love poem. Born in Vallejo, California. Queer spoken word poet with a stutter. Blaine's work speaks from the soul with compelling metaphors, emotional connections, societal observations and spiritual underlines.
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