maddened by the masses

 I am ready to get outside of my head for a while and be maddened by the masses.

Life is Hard, A Play

Actor enters, stands center stage. One spot light opens around them. Actor looks over the small crowd nodding with deliberate eye contact to a few of the audience members.
 
There is a small breath and sigh actor says: “Tonight I will be performing a small monologue titled “Life is Hard.”
 
Lights seem to dim and stay the same all at once.
 
Actor bows head, blinks eyes, silent internal curtain and Namaste all at once.
 
Actor: Raises hand into the air as if to wax poetic, alone, for the next two hours.
Life, is hard.
 
Actor bows head, blinks eyes, silent internal curtain and Namaste all at once.
 
Turns around and runs like hell.

Burnt

“Mother,” is not 
This strong match
 
Of small sparks
Commanding warmth
 
But cold eyes unseen
In darker rooms
 
Close the door
To my room, light
 
A candle,
Not for light,
 
But to scribble left
Over the ledger.
 
“Write me poetry;
Pretty, for all to read”
 
“It’s too bad, you
Were born here-
 
A smear of ash
That never belongs-”
 
Illiteracy turns
To propaganda.
 
And so lucky to
Be Her daughter,
 
Someday I’ll
Understand
 
I only get one
Mother, remind me
 
Who’s a little
Burnt, a gift
 
From “Mother”
She told them all
 
I heard them
Say I died
 
In the fire:
And walked away
 
Burnt