cultural alanon [healing in spaciousness]

my country
my culture
is like an alcoholic parent
on a bender

taking
taking
taking
drinking the last drop
and destroying

and we,
like the little orphans we are
like hungry birds
chirping
squawking
pecking
clawing

for attention
for resources
for space

to be heard
to be seen
to be loved

no space
no recess
just war and politics and
right left
right wrong
black white
male female
madonna whore
(and so on)

please, let’s stop.

for the songbirds are begging to be heard
our children are waiting to be held
our lovers are waiting to be tasted
and our hearts are longing to heal
(and to love)