what would happen
if I stopped trying to be vogue?
maybe a rush of self love
would fill me up; overload.
does the voice in your head
not leave you tired?
how long will it take
’til you’re bored of your lies?
washed up excuses
on fucking repeat.
tongue burning my mouth
and I can’t stand the heat
oh god I’ve heard this all before.
wish I’d try something new –
keep doing the same
so I’m insane de ja vu
so self centred and
so self obsessed,
stopped going to church
but still hashtag blessed.
overwhelmed by the
weight of the world,
scared for the planet
and for all of the girls:
rape is commonplace
corruption got an orange face
division is our Black Plague
biggest disease is the hate
spreading like a virus
plastic choking the environment.
but by all means yes,
I’ll carry on taking photos;
edit and filter and caption and pose
just trying to be young
just trying to be free
didn’t ask for this pain
outside and inside of me
if I carry on scrolling
maybe real life will go away.
if I stop watching the news
maybe real life will be ok.
oh stupid little child
what a naive fantasy
wake up and look around
face your fucking reality
your grandmothers fought for you
the path has been paved for you
your ancestors stand with you:
your time to be a warrior too.