tired

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