After a while,
we get tired of telling
the same story,
the one where we
are interstitial animals
separated by a hand
that decides we are
made to be poor and alone.
And while, yes, creating
means some solitary
confinement, we do want
people to hear us, to see us,
value us the way CEOs,
investment bankers, doctors
and lawyers are graciously
bestowed a livable wage.
But since case law does
not stand behind us, we
keep telling those horrible
tales, the one where artists
cut off their ears simply to
stop the noise, or a writer
swallows a bullet, pulling
the trigger on anything
more they might ever
have written. It is time to
tell a new story, one where
we build our own plotlines,
and unarmed characters
win against antagonists. We
can revise the denouement,
the way the book turns out.
We can illustrate how justice
ought to be. We ought to be.
Our lives are not on auction.
No one gets a discount.
Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt, copyright June 11, 2024, all rights reserved
A piece I may or may not work on again. We'll see.
Posted in Drafts
