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Thursday, March 9, 2017

Trump is Like Oxygen



What if he's like 
the mask an airplane
lets down in the event 
of a looming catastrophe 
dispensing
vital oxygen? What if we 
are oblivious to the 
rescue offered?

We push away this 
sustaining substance
because we find 
the equipment’s
delivery system 
(yellow plastic held by elastic)
unpalatable.  

We prefer 
to suffocate as we crash

to the tune of foreign, 
unfamiliar 
calls to worship crying out
to a god we 
do not know while our
own remains uninvited. This

(anthem parenthesis) 

cocoons angry women 
who in tender
moments administer rituals 
to initiate each other 
into wearing modesty 
by way of
hijab - draping  
our American flag 
around their heads
and necks as a symbol -  

consenting, ironically, 
and (un)knowingly 
to sharia law.



I'm going out on a limb (naked) by writing this - because I'm disturbed to my core. The core I didn't even know I had! I did not vote out of discouragement and hopelessness. After some digging, I'm wishing I had voted for Trump after all. Hate me too, if you will.

I'm confused with the hatred toward him and the hatred displayed by the women's marches. 



4 comments:

Glynn said...

You're a brave soul, Kathleen.

Kathleen Overby said...

Thank you Sir Glynn. I wrote it in fear and trembling, but was compelled.

Kevin said...

In fear and trembling I'm compelled to ask some questions because I'm confused.

How is Trump like oxygen?
What is the coming crash about?
Perhaps the answers to those questions will shed light on the rest of the poem.

Analogies are difficult sometimes, but your explanation was even more baffling.

I don't get it.

Thank You!

Your friend,

Kevin

Kathleen Overby said...

Kevin, perhaps I'm mixing metaphors? Poetic license? I've mainly been non political all my life and suddenly feel like having a strong opinion. Mostly because these days I just want to make sure I'm NOT identified with the new feminists, the popular politically correct, and I don't agree with the liberal media/population or the people who believe that we can't have our own opinions and perhaps disagree. This was just my way of doing that. There are so many lies and untruths. I resent it. My common sense and critical thinking is amazed at the crazy things being said. Call me and we can talk. :)