How can we love when our streets are running red?
When there is a three-year drought in
the state of California
but the golf courses stay green?
When our neighbors
are face down on the pavement?
When our country has its
hands up, screaming “don’t shoot?”
When “protect and serve” is a running joke?
When rapists are given a slap on the hand
and put back on the football team
in time for the new season?
When we wake up
to the sound of pregnant women
begging their bellies to not
burst anytime soon?
How can we love in this world?
when things are so fragile,
when we only have each other,
when “change” is a joke
we keep swigging in hopes
that it will get us drunk,
when it’s all we have left
can we not?
Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him (Oh, man, this is so bad, it’s good)…..A super calloused fragile mystic vexed by halitosis.
I lost two followers for this omg
I don’t respect the military, I don’t respect the police, I don’t respect elected officials. I’m not gonna apologize for not supporting and respecting people who willingly partake in and benefit from oppressive, violent systems.
My least favorite thing is straight men who come into lush and act like it’s a direct attack on their manhood coming up to me like “I’m in here for my girlfriend” ok thanks for confirming your heterosexuality everyone who likes soap is usually gay
does it ever kill you when you make conversation with the person youve been looking forward to talking to the entire day and they just kinda brush you off