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Restless
Must I always chase you?
Every moment you lie haunting me
underneath the surface...
somewhere.
I can't catch up!
I'm damned if I try,
for just when I get near you
stop...think...breathe...
you're gone again.
Damn!
I can never remember that you're so high maintenance.
I'm almost to the point of giving up.
Maybe I'll jump on some wagon to somewhere
where I don't need you anymore.
Who am I kidding?
You're no addiction.
I can't separate enough of you
from me to find the substance.
aching need...
There's no 12 steps to freedom for me.
When asked why I do this to myself,
I can only say that i feel
you
yearning inside me for space,
screaming for a voice...
listen
But I can't quite keep up.
I'm always on the move,
cursing
racing
almost praying
for you.
Letter to an onlooker:
Dear stranger,
You drive by us.
Blow your horn
Scream obscenities
and wave that middle finger out your window
like you think it makes a difference.
We aren’t stopping.
We aren’t even slowing.
We’re outraged at your ignorance,
but we aren’t stopping.
I have to wonder what you think after you’re gone.
(Maybe that’s all you wanted, the attention?)
What makes you so involved that you respond in such a way?
Why not just look the other way?
Why not keep driving in silence?
I have to wonder why you aren’t walking too.
Why don’t you care?
More importantly, why are you so opposed to our actions?
Would you react differently if you understood our cause?
Would you get out of your car and join our line
if it were your child sleeping in the streets?
Would you want to ‘stop the war’
(that you know so much about)
if it were your child holding that rifle?
Would you care a little more about reading our sign
(and taking the time)
if that child were white?
Yes, I said that.
I’ve laid the cards out.
I’m tired of all of your hypocritical,
assuming, uneducated, irrational
racist bullshit.
You’ve made me angry.
love jamie.
Restless
Must I always chase you?
Every moment you lie haunting me
underneath the surface...
somewhere.
I can't catch up!
I'm damned if I try,
for just when I get near you
stop...think...breathe...
you're gone again.
Damn!
I can never remember that you're so high maintenance.
I'm almost to the point of giving up.
Maybe I'll jump on some wagon to somewhere
where I don't need you anymore.
Who am I kidding?
You're no addiction.
I can't separate enough of you
from me to find the substance.
aching need...
There's no 12 steps to freedom for me.
When asked why I do this to myself,
I can only say that i feel
you
yearning inside me for space,
screaming for a voice...
listen
But I can't quite keep up.
I'm always on the move,
cursing
racing
almost praying
for you.
Letter to an onlooker:
Dear stranger,
You drive by us.
Blow your horn
Scream obscenities
and wave that middle finger out your window
like you think it makes a difference.
We aren’t stopping.
We aren’t even slowing.
We’re outraged at your ignorance,
but we aren’t stopping.
I have to wonder what you think after you’re gone.
(Maybe that’s all you wanted, the attention?)
What makes you so involved that you respond in such a way?
Why not just look the other way?
Why not keep driving in silence?
I have to wonder why you aren’t walking too.
Why don’t you care?
More importantly, why are you so opposed to our actions?
Would you react differently if you understood our cause?
Would you get out of your car and join our line
if it were your child sleeping in the streets?
Would you want to ‘stop the war’
(that you know so much about)
if it were your child holding that rifle?
Would you care a little more about reading our sign
(and taking the time)
if that child were white?
Yes, I said that.
I’ve laid the cards out.
I’m tired of all of your hypocritical,
assuming, uneducated, irrational
racist bullshit.
You’ve made me angry.
love jamie.