WE connect through stories
We share with each other
We read and watch both lies and truth
I could write about a cold grey world in a distant future
I could weave in details to an exposition that subtly mirror
who we are today
I could give you charming heroes with wit and strength who
look and sound just like you and me
But for one,
Its been done before
And for two,
Its becoming less necessary every day
But the truth can be hard to face
And it can be impossible to hold a mirror to our own flaws
So lets read it like this:
One upon a time women lost the battle against their
assaulters
Once upon a time, our leaders closed the door in the face of
those seeking sanctuary
Once upon a time slavery was abolished so that black
children could be killed as free people
And the government fenced us in and locked us out
We stayed home and let the fences grew higher and higher
Because we felt alone
Because we felt scared but also safe in our anonymity
And the monsters were real though they looked like us
And the woodland animals sat this one out
And they painted us as witches though we tried to be heroes
But the white knights were too busy mansplaining in the
comments section
And the wizard were detained at the gate TSA searching their
robes
So the happy ending lives in us
Or not at all
And we have to live in the stories of others
Or drown alone in our own passivity
