Poem - Shirking Rules

The poem “Shirking Rules” was loosely inspired by a two-panel cartoon. Two children as a skeleton, “are you a girl or a boy?” The skeleton replies, “I’m dead”. This struck a chord in me. Maintaining inner stability can be difficult as the ignorant and mean-spirited world buffets those who exist outside the normative.


Shirking Rules

Look to that place in between
where the lost are reconciled
to be confused within their minds
by the ignorant wielding knives
with wicked edges cutting sharp
explanations without thought
inflicting wounds that may take a life
when the soul is bled dry

not a phase of the heart
instead assurance is their own
embracing thirst of the years
for both the east and the west
including states betwixt the points
these are the realms found by lust
defying wisdom deeply flawed
by observers outside the zone

asking gender to be declared
by identity or the draw
rudeness blooming by disdain
then disbelieving the replies
attention put to the void
where despair may manifest
hopefully their prey will rise
put aside the hateful blooms

shirking rules that matter not
only meant to destroy
neither matters when the truth
declares the proof found within
these are a life for many folks
pursing verity of the self
seeking truth within the posts
embracing life instead of death.

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