Ode to a Georgia Peach - Replaying why Abrams Was Kept Out of Reach
It always comes down to THIS for me…
The cracked foundation of gender binary.
It’s all fake unearned hierarchy…right?
I tried not to spiral or stay here last night…
Feel heartbreak in morning, not mourn in Full Moon light.
While already so edgy, pi$$ed and unwell.
the headline from Georgia “She concedes”–total hell.
“Mankind” wants to war, point fingers, point & shoot.
MAGA v. Lizzo and an old white guy’s flute.
Impression: Neck marks, -isms, and their steel-toed boots.
Oppression: All we wanted to taste was a new kind of fruit.
Their choke hold on humanity, and anyone deemed inferior, “small.”
It’s ingrained in every earthly being; a giant man-made wrecking ball.
Rape culture, no consent, and “force” sets the worldly tone.
They already inscribed our fates, written in liquid dinosaur bones.
They choose what we work for, and stay for, and pay for.
We wonder and whimper; we “pray for” alone.
WHO insists on games with victors vs. victims, not cooperation?
Prefers inflation and nation over flowing migration?
Subjugate, penetrate, denigrate, mind control.
Why not care, heal, educate, and fill our souls?
Rather than oneness, a herd, a community.
It’s club her and drag “To the cave! Mine!” mentality
A victor and victim, not co-create beautifully.
There’s ALWAYS a game, to be won with lies;
our bodies still sub for weaponry,
constructed to struggle, fight, and bully.
They put high profits over person or tribe,
Why not seek our riches from deeper inside.
We must fix this system. Protect & provide.
We fight to embrace the shifts in the tide.
“Push back” with opinions, dig in like a knife.
Don’t engage with the “other” & arms open wide.
Crush all living things while the Algos take bytes.
We don’t just repair–with rest, sleep, or fun
Lose battles with cancer; is death to be won?!
Social media, politics–both “All out war.”
We fight EVERYTHING we’re responsible for
Instead of white flags & admitting we’re wrong,
We stay silent, pretending, not listening long.
We fight for the cred, versus doing the work.
Won’t own the mistakes, then continue to hurt.
We forget to show up, give some grace and renew
Why fight at all? We have more $h!t to do!
We attack a problem.
We fight back tears.
We punch the clock.
We beat ideas to death.
We kill the power or the light.
We kick things into gear.
We (brain)storm, storming in to ideate.
We establish war-rooms instead of create-rooms.
We disarm someone, not love on them.
We shield ourselves from fallout.
We fire people (like a cannon).
We shoot out ideas (like a gun).
We don’t build & dream. We plan, plot, & map.
See needs, build up safety nets, but leave healthcare crap.
If THEY cared for TRUTH, they’d pay us our money.
Like Mother Earth, those who give birth…
WE ARE the land of milk & honey.
Our wombs aren’t bunkers. We cover like blankets.
We’re manna, the fruit, feed ALL life & shape it.
All THEY know is denial, deflection, to pout.
Peace will not come by just beating it out.
We come with FULL choices, the choice just to be.
Humankind becomes one, with one goal to run free.
See the clock running out on the patriarchy.
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