[This is an attempt to explore what “goodness” is. This much should suffice]
I am sad-
Some things went out of fashion…
Boot cuts, right grammar and being good.
I am happy-
That we are taking up causes
I am glad-
To take up the last one.
I am humored-
Goodness is like a hospital dress
Assuring cover but baring all that needs to be hidden
I am agreeing-
The furry white wings of goodness like
Giant flaps resist the exhilarating speed we like to drive at.
I am sure-
The angelic halo of goodness shines conspicuously
In the darkened sinuous alleyways
I am questioning-
Are these the reasons why “goodness” faded away?
I am hypothesizing-
Maybe it never did.
Maybe it’s just hiding.
I am worried-
Did we push it away?
Because we changed definitions
Because we drew lines
Because we grew so cynical that
We called being good hypocrisy
I am afraid-
It’s due to messing meanings up
Because we mean force when we mean power
Because we mean blindness when we mean faith
Because we mean rules when we mean religion
Because we mean slut when we mean full crimson lips
I am anxious-
We’ll never return
Because we have started deciding what is “good”
Because we are drawing lines with definitions
Because we are making them toe that line.
Because we are clever to isolate who don’t
I am aware-
That Isolation creates monsters
Because it makes us claw back to civilization
Because the clawing back is not always without blood
Because its fear makes us complying
Because this very punishment sucks at this world
And after being so many things in the past few minutes
I am more than praying-
To be, not taken seriously
Because if I do, I might be told to stop being altogether
Because I am too many things at a time
Because, I am to squat down, quietly, on a strict classification; fine
But not only that, I am to own that classification too
Because this is how the world maintains order.
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