Susan Marie
ignorant american
maybe i am an ignorant american
sick with fever
undiagnosed by modern medicine
one that fills my organs
so that it rains for weeks
and clouds elbow sun
from horizons
maybe i am an ignorant american
blind to beauty in ugliness
and ugliness in beauty
yet all of it mingles
like oil and water
convoluted
this world is madness and i am sane
for children with hungry mouths
have fat bellies
and women survive
with no means of surviving
while men fight wars
they do not believe in
my tuliped crown is weary
and i have yet to battle
for my throat has already tightened
swallowing the world whole
causing me to choke
on my own insight
maybe i am an ignorant american
yet i am unable to deny the universe
as it pulls my sternum forward
magnetic
directing me to stand
speak
change
do something other than
stay
silent
my mind cannot fathom dramatics
there is no room for apathy nor treason
yet this world is chaotic
and i
this ignorant american
am set loose on blind chase
for strings upon strings
of chains and weights
shackled to wrists and necks
where spirits float
to endless realms
smiling, once smiling
now they smile
gone
they are free and i
this ignorant american
am left to assemble arms, legs and various leftovers
of existence
it is tight to my chest
safe from onslaught
for it is mine to bear
no beginning no end
an ignorant american
i may be
but my heart
is good
© Susan Marie