Voice

Pressures presently pressing on mind maximized with empty shell like ruins. I don’t like this, so sue me, and you just might. If I go digging, my hair is orange, my lips are red, my body size twelve. Isn’t a size six today a twelve in the seventies, and I’m glad of it, so sue me, and you just might.

If I was beheaded before an exuberant audience who were all fascinated with death only cringing later, it is as I minimize the screen. Don’t be troubled, but be troubled I tell myself. Rapid ads in my face advancing atrocities, sex sells sex sells why, seriously, why. Sue them, and we just might.

What of beauty, country girl, urban girl, elegant woman- speak aristocrat, speak peasant. Getting these hands the color of dirt shovel, scrape, cover, fill all in our backyards and ready for something new. Unmanaged by etiquette, without the loss of homebound joys and sweet feminine touches. Undefined by zippers, hems, folds, and of course- powder.

Nothing tucked away or hidden. Who cares about the elastic body shapers, can we give it a break! Not afraid to make noise, have demands- the uncommon woman, now common. Standing on the world laughing and laughing and liberated, hooves on concrete announce groups of spinning teacups for the very least like equal pay, so sue us, and you just might.

Bossy, brave, kind, benevolent- growing tall and taller, colorless, genderless, godless, houseless, trading quality for identity, oh wait- it’s the other way around, when will we fit like a glove? Information overload, never properly processed, never again another new day. What gripping reverence for humanity, only sheared away like the landscaping bush- where is the soul? Down to the ground, we plunge and we uproot.

Really, are we still dealing with this, the exploration of the worker! Environmental sky, animal creatures forsaken, and why sacrifice the premiums to have so little. Slaves, enslaving- is this the thorn in our sides. Racial wars today. Where have all the hearts gone. Gone under the law, gone under the mainstream.  

Change again, the scales across the nation move swiftly. Fear, shame, loss, wanting to embrace the immigrant, tell them I’m sorry that America is a hypocrite without kindness, generosity, or opportunity. The patriot heart is a fading flag. It was once a proud name, and now I am ashamed. There are no excuses, so sue me- instead you might kill me.

Everyone still has a voice- a voice to call it out, to shout, and to build something new. There are no powerless. Blog, website, media platforms, anyone is a superstar, a hundred listeners all talking. Millions of people clicking, agreeing, sharing. Where is the delicate person- your stance is so oxen. Please please please, sue our ourselves, drain our purses, be brave, look and see, in the mirror there is you, there is me.