Platforms

[Thursday]

" life knocked me off my platforms
so i pulled out my first pair of boots
bought on the street at astor place
before new york was run by suits
and i suited up for the long walk
back to myself
closer to the ground now
with sorrow
and stealth "

Ani DiFranco

DiFranco's poem vividly depicts our struggle,
to find ourselves after the "big bang" of our lives

all of the bitterness and moss we gather,
as we roll around in, what i like to call
" life's sexually confusing splendor "

does it feel good ?
does it hurt because its my first time ?
am i too passive to get off my back and say
" get behind me satan ! "
or in this case
" its my life "

perhaps this is not everyone's stance on
" self-realization "
but for me
i am born a passive dragon
but born to be an aggressive rabbit

in the sense that i've been too reluctant to
take the lead, although deserving the reigns
only to realize this fallacy and not become
" angered " but " empowered "
and therefore aplomb
more so than usual
although many have called me Spock
I wish to garnish even more tricks up my sleeve

rest assured,
the stoic reserve or warm smile are not fake
nor sweet and sour lies
just not what lies underneath

i have yet to reveal these thoughts
much to my chagrin
i find it rather amusing to do so
have someone to chat with
someone who will not call me "genius"
or say that they "respect my intelligence"
such lazy comments are not appreciated

i need something more fecund
like someone with there own slant on things
and not a tyrannical or close-minded one
a closed-mind is no mind at all

and hitherto
these platforms i stand on, plausibly alone
unapologetic
bored