The national discourse around current events is fueled with insanity. Let me define insanity for you. (Spoken Word Poetry)
What do you want me to say?
Do you want me to say I’m sorry?
Do you want me to write it?
Or spell it in my own blood?
What do you want me to do?
Do you want me yell? Cry?
Do you want me to stand like a statue?
Silent. As you pull me in opposite directions.
Because at this point, I’m just confused.
Because at one point I thought the color of all blood was red
That any bullet shot creates a gaping hole
But you keep telling me that it’s not the same
That if the shot is fired from the rising sun to where it sets
It’s a declaration against humanity
But if the sun rises blood red
You’re somehow saving the world from insanity
Let me define insanity for you
Insanity is placing a commodity value on human lives
It’s letting the right to safety depend on which side of an invisible line your feet lie
It’s mourning the innocent by justifying the death of other innocents
It’s allowing bodies of refugees to pile in the sea so you can use them to cross to the other side
It’s engineering the whole world to burn so you can use its ashes to fuel your own fire.
Is expecting me to apologize for everything I’ve never done
It’s pushing me to hide who I am behind who you want me to become
It’s using our backs to help yourself climb to the top
So what do you want me to say?