Compression of hurricane winds
into enclosed bellows
is far from healthy.
And if indeed we suppress
and hide behind implanted apologies;
we would have done wrong.
I am a playwright.
I’m not an actor
–who follows the correct script,
We are off-the cuff
Off the cues or formats
A trail blazer, who leaves no foot prints
Naught a thread or speck of dust
And yet again the judges and doubters come
Blind with logs in their eyes
They cannot see, or experience, all you have
Presumptions layered on presumptions until truth is buried
And so do not prod along so downtrodden
Walk as you would walk a free-man, pardoned from trial
Be as if you were, unfettered from the opinion of others
If you are happy- smile, laugh, celebrate
If you are sad- weep bitter tears
If you are angry- scream, curse your birth
Why live like half-humans, lifeless, emotionless?
Be as you were, as the fully, flesh human being permeable to the weathers of this world.
For we all walk this life together in the same shoes.