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required flash poem (the topic was 9/11... fuck me) for a politics class.


quick without thinking
but if i stop thinking then where
am i who am i
why
is that where we end begin end
are thoughts why we are here
to have to hold
to create
we are birthing thoughts raising thoughts
feeding them teaching them
watching them grow
till one day they grab us by the throat
suddenly bigger than us
(don't they grow up so quick?)
suddenly angry
realizing that we are no gods
we are as imperfect as them
we are of the same flesh
they enslave us in a jealous rage
for we
their birth mothers
we are not faithful
they take over our minds
choking each infant thought at the outset
then we fly planes into buildings