Look at you!
so soft and brittle
a sturdy back bone lacking
nor have you a mean bone, not a little
Look at you!
Trying to sail the seas of life,
slaving to make pals with attitudes
that mimic a cyclone
With egos that swell, to rise and conquer
while the fibers of your soul get blown
look at you show up, chest bare
holding your petty good heart alone.
Oblivious to the shields they hold
too (whatever) to call them out on the lies they told,
seeing right through their brains
yet, betting on that which you haven’t yet seen
that vulnerable humanity, humble brokenness
and all that’s real and naked in between.
Time to grow some claws,
wouldn’t you say?
some thorns amid your petals ?
before your soul is too scratched to recover
'cycloning' away with proud fellas?
Hold up your imperfect self bold and proud
add a little ruthlessness to your being
let your fierceness roar loud
as softly, lovingly , in timidity you sing.
Be a little mean.
Say "no!"
Shout "oh hell no!"
Should they threaten to desert you,
tell them “chop chop, away you go!”
Covet such a life
that flows steady, balanced and nice?
Then be some parts of fire as much as ice!
Just a quarter of the that meanness
you show your own self,
that should suffice!