BUÍOCHAS

Ego hero

What I wouldn’t give

to be able

to make it all just disappear

to wipe your mind clear

of the dread

continually bringing your head close to exploding

Your heart and soul close to imploding

What I wouldn’t give to make all the noise just disappear

so you could finally sit back and exhale

until your lungs are good and done

What I wouldn’t give and more

to give you the stars the moon and the sun

You and everyone in your shoes

What I wouldn’t give or do to make those responsible for all of this

pay their dues

What I wouldn’t give

to help you simply eat

pray

live

Forgive me for my uselessness

and selfish pursuits of riteousness

Know that my greatest wish

is to make this mess vanish

instead of just channeling my powerlessness

into writing creatively to get things

off my chest

Ridiculous it is

that I have the freedom

the ego

to decide whether to stay or go

I’ll never even come close to knowing what it feels like

to have a collosal card deck stacked against you

A knifeblade continually held against your neck

because of where you are from and the land you belong to

because of where you are positioned in this awful pecking

order

Wishful thinking

That’s my lot

My pot luck

in this cruel universe

of blessings and curses