optics politics harvey weinstein me fucking too something is changing something is moving in a world that has only paid lip service to any kind of equality (that doesn't effect the white, bottomline) and ignored the other at every turn i am sad i am hopeful i am brokenhearted in all our sons command with broken hearts we see thee false true north strong and fleeced we stand on guard for what? for more false hope more promise of change a pretty prime minister another pipeline another dead native woman until the racists (are) run from power until the sexual abusers and harassers are no longer condoned and given the keys to executive privilege until my mixed race daughter is embraced as a part of this culture without her blondness and blue eyes affording her a pass i have watched this world cease to be inclusive (if it ever was) i have cried i have numbed i have tried to be a better man than the one this world raised me to be and at every turn my sensitivity has not been rewarded my perspective not validated but i am stubborn (in a good way at times) despite suffering despite the internal pain i have yet to concede and jump from that bridge without hope for tomorrow i've got nothing today













Don’t give up (poetry)