Geri

Is it wrong for me to ask so much of the world? To ask it to be happy, healthy, and kind? My concern is innately selfish, since my own well being depends on its state of mind.  

I know I can’t grasp the fullness of what happened here. Even as I live and breathe on stolen land, I will never understand the depth of what was done. Never could. Never will. 

I would place my hand on your beating heart and ask you why. 
Force you to look into my eyes and ask you why. 
Stroke your grandmother's hair and ask her why.
Pick the lock at the sporting shop and ask him why. 

One of my friends said the n-word yesterday. 
Or, at least, I think she did. 

It just flew out of her mouth. 
Like a baby bird, 
or a flyaway hair, 
pulled out of place. 

We’re running around the city, the lights flash blue and yellow and green and red. 
We stumble into a music store, the old type, with records everywhere. 
You put on The King. 

Please forgive me for my indiscretion 
My misdirection 
My nagging questions keeping you
Well past 11  

I just wanted to know what you were thinking 
If you were dreaming