Change out of your ill-intentioned criticism
like you change out of wet clothes
Dispose of quasi-intellectual swordplay
imagine it’s hazardous waste you dump in someone else’s seas
if it’s gonna make it easier
Get rid of your flamboyant confidence, and
highly combustible speeches
like you’d get rid of lonesome socks and expired meds
forget them like promises and mom’s chocolate cake recipes
you’ll never keep
Stop hurling armies against armies
Do away with your racism and xenophobia
your country continues to be built on the backs of immigrants
Don’t kill hope, let
Lady Liberty do her job
Throw away your harmful kicks, and godlike omnipotence
like yesterday’s papers
like useless wire hangers for shirts you never liked
like worn out shoes however much you like them
Toss your bomb threats
like you’d toss old VHS tapes and business cards into the trash
don’t you know you’re disposable too
your expiration date is blinking No longer safe to consume
Throw them out like broken toys
while you still can
your children have children
Miss a chance to make a fortune
Let others pursue happiness for a change
* You can read more of Bojana’s work at Blogging with Bojana
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I Love how so much of your poetry is in constant motion! This one wraps around you rather than just getting in your face, it goes beneath your skin and filters through your ears and eyes to make sure you don’t forget. Strong, powerful and impactful writing!!!!! Amazing work, B!!!!!
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Thanks, luv. I’m pissed about so many things happening today, which is pretty obvious, right? You know me, I have to speak out.
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Written as only you can. The wit and intellect you bring to such pure and active poetry is singular. I love the way you pepper your work with granular phrases that are so perfect.
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It has to be. There’s no victory without attack, so it better be head on.
Thank you so much.
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It’s not just that…it’s the way you do it. I keep using the word singular, and that’s what you and your writing is…pure and singular. You are SO welcome.
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Our stories may be singular, but destinations should be shared (I can’t believe I’m quoting Obama). Oh well, it’s true, isn’t it?
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Bold, powerful, and elegant. I felt the momentum build through each emotionally-charged line. Bravo.
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I’m pleased it provoked such a response.
Thanks.
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“Dispose of quasi-intellectual swordplay
imagine it’s hazardous waste you dump in someone else’s seas”
This. This is so relevant. I will always and forever admire your fierce ability to poeticize justice and humanity’s ever-growing crimes against the marginalized. You speak power for those who have no voice.
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It’s because I don’t believe that human progress is automatic. It’s hard and constant work which needs lots of fight, discussions, sweat and tears.
Thank YOU for your immense support and understanding. It means the world to me.
(I don’t think you read my post, or not all of them related to ex Yugoslavia and the turmoils we had to face. Would you be interested in some more politics mixed with a first-hand experience? I could drop you the links here. )
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