Saturday, July 7, 2012
Hurt
tell me not to care me
so much
they tell me to be
realistic,
listen to the ways of
this man-made world and
tone in down a notch
dream only when you’re
asleep
and don’t tell me
about it
don’t look behind all
these tarnished, maroon curtains
at the ugliness we’ve
kept so un-cleverly hidden,
don’t pay attention to
any of it
because it might take
you a step closer to the truth
and the truth hurts,
it hurts…
speak when you’re
spoken to,
walk when the sign
says to
and go where you’re
allowed because
it’s bloody dangerous
out there and you might get
hurt.
stay comfortable.
stay home.
stay safe.
as long as you don’t
bother anyone
or move anything then
everything will be ok
things are not ok.
they shit on us
telling us it’s chocolate icing,
spray Febreeze on
piles of decaying rot and tell us
it’s a breath of fresh
air,
tell us that as long
as you can afford your skinny mint frappuccino with flavour shot of your choice
from Starbucks every single day then – hey,
you’re doing pretty
good
how good are you really doing?
how are you actually living?
aim higher.
push harder.
reach farther.
ask more of yourself
than you would of your children,
your significant other,
your employees;
be a leader;
to lead is to teach
and teaching by example isn’t the only way to teach
but it’s probably the
most effective,
listen to the cries of
your soul on one of those nights of fear
instead of going out
for drinks,
write something, build
something, create something
instead of watching
another episode of Jersey Shore,
and if you don’t want
to listen to me then ask yourself why
because all I’m
telling you to do
is to listen to you,
listen to you
no matter how much it
hurts.
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