who may write softly,
while onward we bludgeon?
today, the government issued a warning to all would-be poets and writers. here are its contents in their entirety.
may all writers heed these words, as they make the difference between being read and the most terrible fate of all:
oblivion.
write about flowers,
write about the moon,
write about love,
write about trees,
write about rivers,
write about the sea,
write stunning tragedy of the fictional variety,
write from your senses,
write about all the beautiful things, but
please
don't dare question how you can enjoy them.
even while you watch bodies burn and turn to pulp, protestors shot in the street — wounded, blinded, killed — or internment camps and cop cities rising from the malnourished and underfunded belly of our most vulnerable streets.
you may see smoke looming in the distance, growing near, but
look over here!
a tulip blooms!
spring is ever nearer!
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
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