First published on Medium for Bouncin’ and Behavin’ Poems (link to original post).
The worst is wrong and boring.
Tell me the sky isn’t blue
And what that really means to you
Why it matters so
That I should listen, want to ask you, want to know
You say the sexes are clearly two.
Wrong. But boring? Up to you.
Does the certainty comfort you
Does conforming give meaning to you
Does demeaning invigorate you
Does envy motivate you
Contempt contort you into shapes that hurt and yet — you like it, don’t you?
Tell me what’s wrong. Tell me true. Tell me what hurts so I may give it to you new.
Give me your cries. Honest. Scream!
But — I’m begging — make it interesting.
Tell me the sky isn’t blue.
Take me on a journey
By the hand
To the grass you’re really pointing to
And we may lie on it
Face up (or down, up to you)
And be curious together
Interesting
Alive
And by then the sky may be dark but there will be stars, a moon or two.
And if it feels like up is down, down is up, the moon is green and the stars are swirling still on invisible ripples but loud
Tell me what it means to occupy this center
To walk through the world confused, uncertain
Whether anyone sees what you see, hears what you fear, feels what you scream
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Citation
@online{brazão2023,
author = {Brazão, Vasco},
title = {Worst Is {Wrong} and {Boring}},
date = {2023-09-19},
langid = {en}
}