
in corners under their work,/
is that also art?
Life IS sometimes tough./
But nuke your escape plan and/
make one to live by.
STOP!
Don’t apologize!
Sorry?
For what?
You are standing,
SOLO,
spilling your guts,
speaking for yourself,
sharing your mind,
telling truth.
Don’t give away
your power.
Don’t
be sorry.
I’m not.
We’re not.
Because you’re not
sorry.
You are
not.
(Stand on a chair and yell)
You are not your grades!/
I am not my job. I am/
he who you set free.
The class said we could/
“Change Everything”. Recycling/
litter is a start.
My motor blew up./
I’m upset. Then I recall:/
She lost her husband.
I got new burdens,/
but have removed the large sword/
which hung over me.