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The Albatross Poem
is everyone thinking in black and white?
do they even see gray?
does a difference in anatomy limit the emotion somebody can convey?
is it the way i can use the left side of my brain to pick apart others’ ideas all while i cry and i bleed?
does emotion and rationality together not exist in a space between crazy and worry-free?
does the sound of emotion burn all the pages of wise-minded comments i spoke?
do emotions undermine all the facts that i know?
does caring for the rights of others than myself cause me to have a savior complex and be laughed at for being “fake woke”?
you choose to look the other way because it doesn’t affect you it’s called privilege
you have to speak out on issues and be empathetic and use your privilege
but if you speak out too much then you’re a false savior
who altruistically strategically and performatively speaks and doesn’t need to more
you need to be aware of everything that goes on in the world and do your research when it comes to politics but when you talk about the research you’ve done you’re too political and not fun to be around
you can’t be quiet about your opinions otherwise you’re fake and not human enough
but you can’t be too loud and outspoken about them otherwise you’ll stop receiving invitations and be labeled “too much”
does their knowledge make you aware of what you’re lacking?
does their lack of words on the subject make you assume they won’t understand the baggage you’re unpacking?
do their small words mean they should be belittled and shot down?
do their big words mean they are pretentious and are no longer wanted around?
does it make you uncomfortable that i know things i choose not to share?
does it make you uncomfortable when i speak about the weight other people bear?
am i not human enough because i choose to be silent?
or are you not human enough because you’re not somebody i can confide in.
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The Albatross Poem
cut the apple open
you took out all the seeds
the skin was bloody red
but you thought that it was green
ate it just like adam
i pray now that you’re cursed
i let you in my garden
and now i am submersed
do you see how my blood stains?
seeping from the core
entrance to a garden
doesn’t mean you own its doors
the apple wasn’t bad
i convinced myself it was
scrubbed it to be clean
but i could never rinse the suds
picked it and you sliced it
even sharpened up the knife
the apple of your eye
and then you took its life
do you see the way it lays there?
helpless and confused
asking to keep growing
just to be picked by you
Copyright © The Albatross | Year Posted 2025
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The Albatross Poem
while i was passing by
in aisle five
i overheard
“get help”
she happened to glance at me
and by 6:03
i happened to think
what if she said
“get well”
and i don’t know who
and i wasn’t there
but i know
when i’ve heard it before
if it wasn’t condescendingly
had one pound of empathy
i would’ve been
more likely
we all have days
that get swept in the haze
of just trying to stay alive
2 steps forward, 1 step back
but it feels like rewinding 5
after drawing a circle or two
you wish you didn’t need to be doing footwork your whole life
it’s like a birthday balloon
in a crowded room
it’s all up in the air
the balloon falls down
you look around
and wonder if you all have circles there
in the clouds
but with the crowd
sometimes you hear in the way they speak
the toughened clay
they molded that day
to prevent from appearing weak
you feel the way it sounded
they’re trying to keep it grounded
you see the smoothness of their rock
because they’re silently wearing the erosion
it took for them
to become that soft
Copyright © The Albatross | Year Posted 2025
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