Web Of Trauma Poem

[Thought Art]

Society is a web of trauma

and I forgive you

You don’t know what poetry is

You don’t know how to teach

You don’t know how to eat

You don’t know how to be honest

You don’t know how to be credible

You don’t know where you came from

You don’t know what trees are

You don’t know what food is

You don’t know what drink is

You don’t know what water is

You don’t know what sex is

You don’t know what Art is

You don’t know what Love is

You don’t know what time is

You don’t know what experience is

You don’t know what awareness is

You don’t know what money is

You don’t know what credit is

You don’t know what accounting is

You don’t know what cooperation is

You don’t know what trust is

You don’t know what community is

You don’t know what roads are

You don’t know what you mean to me

You don’t know what black people are

You don’t know what white people are

You don’t know what brown people are

You don’t know what consciousness is

You don’t know what God is

You don’t know who you are

You don’t know right from wrong

You don’t know up from down

You don’t know the implications of mass institutionalization and mass trauma and stupidity

You don’t understand absolute pedagogy

You don’t understand absolute now

You don’t understand change

You don’t understand you are wrong

You don’t understand when to quit

You don’t understand your in hell

You don’t understand how to feel

You don’t know what truth is

You don’t know where we are in the universe

You don’t know what relativity is

You don’t know what infinity is

You don’t know what language is

You don’t know what words are

You don’t know the difference between implicit and explicit understanding

You don’t know what countries are

You don’t know how psychology works

You don’t know what the news is

You don’t what what information is

You don’t know what light is

You don’t know what magic is

You don’t know what programming is

You don’t know what peace is

You don’t know what your body is

You don’t know what your spine is

You don’t know what your feet are

You don’t know what your hands are

You don’t know what you brain is

You don’t know what your genitals are

You don’t know what your heart is for

You don’t know what your emotions are

You don’t know what your energies are

You don’t know what your doctor is

You don’t know what aging is

You don’t know what immortality is

You don’t know what space is

You don’t know what authority is

You don’t know what responsibility is

You don’t know what healthy relating is

You don’t know what wars are

You don’t know what death is

You don’t know what drugs are

You don’t know what they aren’t

You don’t know what medicine is

You don’t know how cognitive dissonance works

You don’t know what temperature is

You don’t know what climate is

You don’t know what the sun is

You don’t know what the moon is

You don’t know what gravity is

You don’t know what the ocean is

You don’t know what touch is

You don’t know what life is

You don’t know what value is

You don’t know what miracles are

You don’t know what music is

You don’t know what heaven is

You don’t know what religions are

You don’t know what science is

You don’t know what mysticism is

You don’t know what people are

You don’t know what I am

You don’t know what it’s like to feel safe

You don’t know what it’s like to live without addiction

You don’t know how bad it really is

And when you see it

You will puke and scream and cry and shake and vomit and scream and kick and beg and beg

Until you learn to love it. Love it. Love it.

Accept your stupidity humanity

I’m learning to

I’m learning to accept my stupidity

 

We are ass backwards.

Turn around

Look yourself in the eye

Before it is too late

I believe in myself

I believe in my planet

I will wake you up.

 

I hugged you

And never stopped

But you stayed asleep in your nightmare

I let you sleep

But the sun is rising

And we’ve got work to do today

 

- Let me know what you think

God, Free me. I am deserving of Freedom.

Edited November 27, 2020 by Thought Art