Protected cruelty knows no limits so let’s make it learn.
No mercy for those who leave helpless bodies to burn.
The mission has failed us and a prayer or chant won’t do –
For every stab you encounter, I will gladly take two.
No space for safety in this place with no sacred codes.
I don’t understand, it must be an upside down Morse.
The message is unforgivably brutal to those who hear –
Out of all the weapons you’ve got, I wouldn’t use fear.
-JW
No one knows this but I’m a hopeless romantic on most days.
Chasing after men that don’t need me, only want me. What an unfruitful play.
No one cares but I get attached too easily. Being apart brings this sensation
That burns up my insides and heart. From afar it must look distasteful.
No one bats an eye but my demons are stepping on my heels each evening –
I have to face them, yet I also have to do so much overdue healing.
No one hears this but I cry to myself when I lock the doors in my cheap apartment.
You must think I’m really lucky. The truth is – for my sadness I’ve just built
Another compartment. What an assortment.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 