We live in a third world reality, with first world tendencies, a seventh world intention and a thirteenth world destiny. I am angry, yet underneath my anger are pain and sadness due to the lack of a free and abundant healthcare system — of the highest quality. Due to the ancient death of an education system — that we keep whipping as though it is an egg white horse that will rise up, and carry us to the promised land of knowledge, that translates into a universal and equitable distribution of power. I am sad due to the multitude of lives lost on the streets of our nation and the nations of others, for the sake of continued slanted distribution of power and wealth.

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I feel pain

Pain because of the warmongering to curb the bane of terrorism

Pain when our corporations and governments act in a manner reinforcing terror all over this planet. 

 

The tension builds in me

 

I feel this pain because of the lack of abundant healthy holistic food and water choices, 

that I do not need to investigate in order to know they are safe for consumption

 

Pain because… the tension builds in me

 

The words catch in my throat

My face contorts

I bare my teeth and glare into the belly of my pain

 

I scream 

aaaah!

a shrill, piercing howl comes out of my dry mouth

The scream then morphs into a low guttural groaning sob 

all the way from my shaking legs

 

How mad am I? 

The sounds say it all

 

I am left breathless

 

 

Anger and its bundle has gifts too

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This somehow feels like my story

Given away 

Needed

Needed more than food təˈdā

 

My story 

A story that other people are telling

 

Reading my mind and disappearing into oblivion

broken babel