Hateful, full-lipped, painted mouths open to reveal pearl white teeth and a tongue
Yelling about something that happened a year ago and their
Polished nails reaching up to scratch the cupboard doors in an
Outrage that has nothing to do with the poverty in the world or the
Children crying in the streets, while their well-fed stomachs digest store-
Ripened fruit and TV dinners and their eyes witness violence they have caused.

I am one that stands against
This atmosphere of death and fear they have created
In hopes of breaking a person down, in hopes of destroying a spirit because
Committing an action that everyone does is unforgiveable, unredeemable
And, to them, unreasonably irrational – to them, those that don’t even know that
Litigation requires an actual violation to combat.

Believing that intelligence still exists in this world
Is impossibly difficult when viewing the catty claws collaborating
Together in time-wasting activities of devising new ways in being miserable
‘Cause there is nothing better than making sure that everyone suffers at manicured
Hands, fake tans, vague roots growing in, growing into an

Enigma, a tangled mess of problems ultimately caused by them
Some which are not real, but rather: devised.

Must they constantly thrust their toxic bleach-blond, berry-glossed, pink-powdered, and
Ugly, hearts into the business of the world while at the
Same time remaining just out-of-touch-enough
To ignore anything real and beautiful and rational – opposite of them.

Did they just scream the word “Slut!”, in absolute
Ignorance, of one of their “friends” and did they at last
Envelope the last bit of hope for the world in a cloud of Pink perfume


A bunch of children have just died in a child slave labour factory  so they could
Label themselves with BlackBerry and Apple and something called Aritzia,
So their peers can recognize that they exist on the same level of who can
Overachieve in ignorance and selfishness and ask and answer the question


Fuck what you want, what do I want? And go out into the world to not
Understand what it means to be less than because the most important things to
C—-chicks like them is “look at me and how hott I am, and in case you didn’t
Know, you’re wearing last year’s shoes, loser.” Maybe this seems like an overreaction to

You, the reader of this rant, but read the news and understand why what is deemed
“Out” or “in” this season is far less important than people around the world having rights
Undermined and taken away. Bile rises in my throat – sweeter than their cheap perfume.