I write.....well

Last night I decided that today I was going to write. I had to decided last night so that I would pack a notebook in my after work bag. See I haven't been writing for a while because every time I sit down the thought or ideas I have would just fly away. And if I did write something I'd reread it and go "Blech." This is why I needed to pack the notebook last night.

So today after work I took a bus out to a small little garden park that I knew would be relatively free of people (and it was) and sat down in a nice and cozy spot and started to write. This spot was strategically chosen. See there is no internet (aaah internet) there so that was one distraction gone. And then the lack of people meant lack of motivation to People Watch. It also diminished the chance of bumping into someone I know and wanting to talk instead of write.

There I sat surrounded by serene looking trees listening to a man made waterfall, pen in hand notebook open to a fresh page and..........NOTHING! I didn't know what story idea to go with. Or where to go with them. Or how to start. Or where to continue. Same old same old "I can't write right now" reasons. So I decided to flip through the notebook to see what I had in there and lo-and-behold I found some poems. Some of the very same poems that I have "blech'd" in the past. And I sat there reading them I was struck by the realization.

DANG! I write good!

(I mean well)

I also noticed that two of them weren't finished. Of the two I still don't know where I want to go from where I left off, but the other one I had a burst of ideas for it. So I set to work finishing it. And once that was done I was able to work on a story opening that I will probably rewrite because I realized that it was all conterary to the type of character the narrator was supposed to be.

But anyways I have decided I am going to share with you the poem I finished today. And cause I like to rock the boat once in a while, make some waves and make a point its a little (lot, lottle?) contraversal. Or at least I like to think so.

All useless read the sign "Arbeit macht frei"

Civil society blind, turned aside

And left six million to be free to die,

The ain't human, they are not our kind.

It took a war to free African slaves,

By skin alone was human worth appraised

The cost of freedom sending boys to graves;

Such sacrifice deemed worthy to be praised.

Yet we stand centuries, decades later

And claim children unwanted parasite

To value them makes you woman hater,

For they make her infinite freedom, finite.

The cost of freedom sending boys to graves

Cause they ain't human, they are not our kind.

Hailey