Fidelity

pepper

Seems I slipped up
cos I tripped up on someone else’s mess
just left, for me to forget
turn a blind eye, look away
yet, I tripped up cos I stayed.
Couldn’t have thrown a bone the other way
chased my tail and told myself that circles were pretty. No.
I stayed.

Thought I wouldn’t feel the bruises from the fall
after all
it wasn’t my mess left in the hall
it was his, hers, theirs… who cares?
wasn’t mine.

Nor was it my face, my flesh, my… bated breath
frozen in sweat on an unmade bed
that did belong to me
dirty, like my heartbeat
messy, like my fear…
hear this…
certain kinds of people own a gun
the kind that think there’s a chance they’ll use it.

So when they come
and shine their spotlight on me
let it all become clear that democracy
just got fucked in the ass by the crazy girl
whose head they’re gonna lay on a table
and label, with something other than H.U.M.A.N
Congratulations, another breakthrough.
another point proven… that we’re all fucked!