of mind and body

oh what thoughts that race,

back and forth they pace,

unyeilding in fury,

and absent of faith.

there is no jury

for these rampant thoughts.

the lines get a little blurry -

“you must have opinions, surely.”

yes, but i throw them into knots.

there is no thought that will cross

the threshold of my teeth and lips -

i make my opinions die in three dots...

oh it’s easy to speak in scripts,

but it’s a challenge to kill the bias.

everyone is bound to slip,

that’s just how privilege grips.

as ignorance is a crisis,

i combat it with defiance.

all my life i’ve chased the eclipse

of change, following science.

call me what you wish

but i refuse to trip.

i won’t give voice to these thoughts.

i’d rather murder my negative ticks.

there is a reason words are stone shots.

they can cause empires to worry.

they can kill with the right gloss.

i am careful when i type these dots...

my professors state that mercy

is found in every culture and race.

so if every life is a journey,

and every path is murky...

why does negativity have a place?

oh in my mind, i will purge every trace

of darkness corrupting my story.

i want people to know i am a safe space -

that they can rest here on their journey.