Your delight
at fabric
Is enough to constitute
earthly insecurities
Your chest swells
at the pride
of censorship
Wow your handbag
your property
Swag

Across town children
play
in jaded streets
in city traffic
and drunkards
and mothers as ferocious
as tigers
Roar them home

It’s an inherent
destination
You’re chance is
a queue
I watched you
“We are animals”
Your announcement
reiterates
what we already know
You are born
and where you live
is where you learn

Humanity
is for the those
who are
patronizing and gazing
downwards
or blindly ignoring the
rest of the story

Those who’d rather
not have it all
Those who
are liberated having
voyaged outside
their parameters

Those who’d rather
talk to you
through a screen
Cause they know
that from separation
comes power

Break out
Get away
Kick their heads in

Let’s run away
to streets of green
Let’s bust down the wall
And leave ‘em to it