Dear Amanda
I dig you!
I’m so happy
You’re not like the rest
I pass on the street!
Each block holds
A thousand people’s dreams
Resting in the city’s insides
Trapped forever
In its hopeless heartbeat
Yet
I see your spirit shouting skyward
Upward and outward
Gently nudging artists of the
world
To keep pushing and creating!
I say to the artist
The poets
The writers
The musicians
Reach in and find yourself
Your work
Your voice
Deserves to be heard
Find your tribe in life
And
If you can’t find it
Make your own
Look inside
Pry inside your soul
With the claws life has given
you
Find yourself, it’s worth
finding!
Oh Amanda
Humanity has a habit
Of
Smothering humans with rules
Of uniformity
Of color-coded sheep fleeces
And
Dress codes for the masses
Of geographical beliefs
That their world is right
And
All others are wrong
Of conduct constructed
completely
With agendas and genders in
mind
Yet
Between the rules and
regulations
Of life there is the voice of
the artist
Like you
Like Kathleen Hanna
Like Ian Mackaye
Giving the rest of us hope
Like stars a sailor sets sail
to
In the darkness
Not knowing if he will see
land
In the sunrise of tomorrow
Or
The dark clouds of a hurricane
The youth puts faith in the
ones
Who has come before them
Not knowing what’s in
The next day’s sunrise
But having your words and
songs
To weather whatever the storm
