unzipped lips

 
I'm still getting used to this
releasing thoughts freely & without pause
I let them blow
& the old me reaches up
tickling the back of my mind
are you sure you didn't just overstep?

but then I remember...
overstepping is how we get out of the box
& I'm tired of being crated & labeled
harmless

so I let 'er rip
giving voice to what's always been present
scratching like sandpaper of coarse grit
burning my imprisoning throat
begging to get out

I've always had a lot to say
just too afraid to vent it
what will they think...
but...
I've burnt my filters to cinders
guess this is the result

no patience for intolerance or hate
willful ignorance & deception make me crazy
I'm pointing out the flaws in their thinking
the deception in their reasons

because...fucking hell...
somebody's got to
might as well be me

& watching the hypocrisy in the bureaucracy
just...
...makes...
...me...
...sick

while they're busy...
burying history in unmarked graves
believing what we can't see
won't impede them
I'm here with a reminder...

we have generational memories
centuries old pain
eyes closed...we know...
exactly where to find them
Truth becomes headstones
as we defiantly raise Honesty up

& I ask you...
did they really think
we couldn't smell their decay