Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history ~ Plato

Friday, November 25, 2016

Self Aware

How does one claim 

self-actualization to be the goal

While avoiding

Self analysis.


We arrived at where we are

Through choice

Our continued denial

Our refusal to hold ourselves accountable

And pass the blame to ancestors long gone

Are not quick fixes, tourniquets, or Red Cross agendas 


These are the things that allow wounds to fester

Hate to grow in abundance

And denied privilege to remain the crown that trumps the court 


Right and wrong

Left and right

Prisons designed by minds

To keep our hearts confined.


Natasha Head

Tashtoo.com 

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Tired

I have climbed the mountains

You never had to

Forced to prove my worth

While your value has never been questioned.


I have returned home

To do the work you never had to

Muscles aching, ego bruised 

A confirmation of my place

As defined by your privilege 


As you long for the good old days

Claiming the way we used to be

Is not destroying me 

And society

Should not give into 

My new kind of "crazy"


Natasha Head



Saturday, November 5, 2016

Pretending



I could pretend I didn't notice

You didn't notice me

But that would be dishonest

I don't like dishonesty 

I could pretend I could care less

But that would not be true

So I'll just keep pretending

I didn't notice you


Natasha Head