revolution

There is a box I have hidden
I put in it all the parts of me
That I thought would destroy the world
They rumbled around the in box
Getting noisier and noisier

He once said of me:
“She liked to make loud noises in quiet places”
And that she went into the box as well
And the box rumbled louder still
Keeping me awake at night

With that box overflowing
I still did things I loved
I followed what was left of my heart
But my ego had too much sway with all that
Juice locked away in the box

I am opening the box these days
And discovering myself
Loud in quiet places
Laughing in the grocery store
Dancing in public, lifting young ones to fly on my shoulders
Singing out loud, being willing to yell to find my voice
Trying to be impeccable with my words

I also discover what I cannot abide anymore:
We went to China Buffet last night
Yuck. Well the sushi was acceptable and you could eat all the
Crab legs that you wanted
But I was revulsed by Americans eating “all they could eat”
Stuffing themselves to nearly popping
Using canes to hobble back to the food tables and fill up their
Plates once more

I was revulsed by our willingness to be gluttons,
To blot our minds with food and consumption
I was revulsed by the grease in which everything soaked
And the slippery insides that resulted
Allowing all clear thought to slide away

Who are we in this nation?
What have we become?
That we can twist teachings of love
Into stories of repression and violence?

She liked to make loud noises in quiet places.
She should have started screaming in the restaurant.
She feels like wailing when she walks into department stores
She can’t be a good submissive American anymore
She is doesn’t want to wait for the revolution anymore
Maybe it is time to destroy the world as I know it
And dream a new one in its place