the sickness of america
this fear
the infinite forms of fear
the infinite faces of fear
faces
that are
growing like
thorned vines
around
and within
americans
it’s something
that’s been
planted
inside of us
the seed of fear
it’s something
that doesn’t exist
unless humans
have been
convinced
that fear is
the only way
to grow
fear is planted
still chewing on
this idea of
pinpointing
our poverty spots
this idea of
divorcing
the feeling
of being without
it
(whatever your it is)
because
if you aren’t
without,
then yer with
try taking it back
towards basics
however many spaces
are necessary
til you find
it
with
us
dig the fear out
shake it out
from your roots within
and replant
with
love
with
us
see you there
your face in my hands
dig the fear out
with locked eye contact,
as more honesty,
