Feel Ben Norton
Today, I felt something.
Today was the first time I felt something in a long time. A very long time.
I have stifled them for so long. I don’t know how. I don’t know why. Stifled.
Today was the first time I felt something. Anything.
And all the feelings were negative.
Overwhelming. Depression, fatigue, grief, regret, despair… powerlessness… Overwhelming.
But feelings are pointless. Feelings don’ mean nothin’.
And, yet, the verdant teardrop falls demurely on her… his… zer tender breast.
Fuck that shit. I don’t care about your feelings.
I don’t care about anyone’s. Fuck that shit.
Let’s talk about ideas. Not feelings. Let’s talk about progress. Not feelings.
Fuck that shit. Fuck feelings.
Let’s take a step forward. Abandon them. Grow stronger. Embrace your past… present… future!
And forget your feelings.
In the long run, they ain’t gonna help no one.
In the long run.
And, now that I think about it, Fuck “progress.” What’s that even supposed to mean?
What we really need is justice.
And equality.
Poetry, art, isn’t about expressing feelings. It’s about standing up and declaring what is right and what is wrong. Feelings are wrong. Poetry is politics.
Justice is right.
No Justice, and Equality
Are Left.