Unbalanced

(balance)

I would like
 to say
 I’m balanced,
 but it doesnt fit.
I’m flat
and two
dimensional
where it counts.

Otherwise
 im stratospheres of
 colour and shape.
 I’m yellow
and blue
at the same time,
 but I still
 can’t manage
to mix a green.

(unbalanced)

My ability
to end up
with five dollars
 and fifteen cents
 in the bank
 is littered
in a cacophany
of failure.

 It would
probably help
 though,
 If I started
 with more
then five dollars
 and twenty.

(balance)

I get told that
 im one-sided
 and biased,
 that
*explosion-of-burning-seared-skin*
can have a
sunset of colours,
 a multitude
of reasoning.

that its
the middle
 of U shaped politics,
 If you arent for the
 *kill-explosion-racism-massacre*
 then u must
be biased
and unbalanced.

If you’re against
 *razor wire torture*
you must be a
 ”radical extremist”.

(unbalanced)

I may be
unbalanced,
 I may be inclined
 to reject gossamer skies
 of blood.

 I may be
fire engine red,
 but red is
 a primary colour,
and i am primary
and elemental.

I may be
 rummaging around
in the bottom
of Pandora’s box,
but the box
has never
 folded through
overuse,
and the people
 have historically
fought back.

I only wish to join them.

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Tags: left wing, poetry, politics, prose