by Amanda Rose
They say I’m wild,
a force of nature,
but I don’t want to be a hurricane,
or a tornado, or a tsunami… I don’t drench,
I cling– like vines on the side of a giant wall,
you can keep building with all your excuses
I’ll follow you all the way up!
Try me, love.
I believe in us, love.
That I have what you need and you have what I need,
we belong together, toes planted in the soil
dirty and alive and beautiful
I know life is messy,
mankind’s brightest minds don’t have all the answers
and we can’t agree how our story should be told
because of all the hurt, the slaves, the slaughter by religious order,
the idea that man has divine right over women and children,
atheism, christianity, nihilism, existentialism, radical left, radical right
radicals always fighting over whose story is correct…it’s 2017
can we just admit that manifest destiny was really permission for genocide?
I hear the lies
about how killing is not killing if it is conquering
and war is not war if we evoke God
that sometimes there is collateral damage to have the best outcome,
but– if everyone is using everyone else as collateral
well doesn’t greed leave everyone dead, hurting, hollow?
They say I’m wild because I don’t want to live inside their stories,
because their stories need revision and I am a red flower
on their white pages, roots strangling the lies, fighting to cling to the nature
in our humanity.
I understand nature. It adapts, it is self healing, and it refuses to be ugly…
so do I.
They call me unstable,
because I let the liars lie,
the cheaters cheat, the needy? I let them take.
These people are hurting, hollow, dead inside from the stories they tell themselves
I will keep giving Love,
until I have nothing left because I am a force of nature
adaptable, self healing and never ugly.