#PoeticAnswers 62 – What Do Clouds Taste Like?

Clouds taste like journeys,
Travels and memories of
Places they’ve been before.

Evaporation,
Water dying from the heat,
Heading heavenward.

Condensation, the
Droplets come together like,
Soft, cold, sad choirs.

Precipitation,
The weight of emotion makes
Them want to fall back.

Fall back to the earth,
Recycled as rivers, seas
And oceans from raindrops.

But sometimes, they’re lost,
Dripping onto your tongue to
Hydrate and help you.

Then lost forever,
Lost in a thoughtless moment,
Tasting like sadness.

Question from my best friend and favourite kitten, Courtney G

#PoeticAnswers 61 – Why Are People Proud Of Their Own Ignorance?

Ignorance is bliss and
They are blissful and blissfully aware
That their happiness is contingent
On being ignorant.

Because, that way,
They don’t have to support the good fight
Because, to them,
Racism, sexism and oppression is right
Because, doing so,
Does not upset their status quo.

They’d rather believe that
Poverty is an African state
And it’s a choice to live there, and
Skin colour and sexuality
Is a matter of purity
And it’s a choice and they deserve discrimination.
Because choice is evil,
Because choice is binary,
Because you’re either
Right and Right or Left and Wrong.

They’d rather believe that
Oppressing minorities while having a minority belief
Is absolutely justified and O.KKK.
Because ‘white is right’ even though
The country isn’t even rightfully theirs
But the urge to control and dominhate
And trounce and trump
Anything that isn’t in their image
because
Change is good when is good for them.
Because they think they’re god and
They think It’s their God-given right.

Because it’s less about injustice
And more about “it just is”.
Living a shallow live with
Dissociative Moral Crisis Disorder,
Not feeling guilt or shame,
Desperately finding someone else to blame
All while playing pick and choose
(Because pick and mix sounds
Like it will weaken the gene pool)
Feeding the homeless but white
So as to help build a
New World Order
And hold ticker-tape parades of
Red, White and Black,
Flagging themselves and raising awareness that
There are problems in the world
While being blissfully ignorant that
The problem is them.

Question from Veronica D. from Facebook

#PoeticAnswers 56 – Who Am I?

I am the result of two strings of DNA,
I am the sum of everyone I have met,
I am the actions of myself and others,

I am happy,
I am independent,
I am capable of being anything,

I am unhappy,
I am at war with myself,
I am trying to figure out my place in this world,

I am alive,
I am dying,
I am here,

I am free,
I am limited,
I am a human being,

I am unique,
I am different,
I am my own person,

I am just like you.

Question from Lisa T. from Facebook