Vote 2012

Your voice
is
UNHEARD.

so is mine

You know...
it's pretty pretentious
to exclude someone from
readership. Who are you
to say who gets to read
and who gets to respond
and who understands and
who will never know the
feeling and who can see
into your soul and mind
and who sits outside of
the house, just looking
in, hoping that someday
they will have a chance
to regain what they may
have once had, somehow.
Who are you to accuse a
person of anything that
you don't know yourself
unless it is just being
human? What else can we
say? What else is there
at all? What boundaries
can we manufacture that
will unite us? Dividing
ourselves will never be
the answer. We are one.

This excludes you

Sometimes I wonder--

if I were to start falling apart,
piece by piece,
as I walked down the street,
would anybody stop to pick me
back up? Would anybody

even notice?

There is a disproportionate number of times
that I sit down to write and feel the urge
to write the word "Listen."

Listen, I understand that it's inappropriate
to start every piece one writes with the same
one word mandate--
BUT WHY SHOULDN'T I?

I need your attention somehow and
God knows you won't
give it
to me
unless
I
ASK

DIRECTLY

FOR IT.