Sometimes I want to take over the world
with everything I’ve done – a light shining on
every word I’ve written, my name
on marquees and billboards, on the tip
of everyone’s tongues. Other times I crave
the anonymity of other people’s success.
I don’t want to walk into a room and
assume everyone wants my autograph.
I want to receive their gifts.
Let them wash over me like a
newly discovered continent. I don’t deserve
half the things I have, and telling me
just because I follow the Rules
I get a better seat in the auditorium
brings up the struggle between
wanting to enjoy the view, and
wishing the best for everyone behind me.
Our oldest words keep telling us
we’ve got it going on – more so than
everyone else whose blood brings oxygen
to their brains just like mine.
Labeling one people as a treasure out of all
has led to the wrong statues going up
and that aforementioned blood
flowing in the streets. Let what I do,
and better yet, who I am, be just as good
as everyone who wasn’t at the mountain.
Let everyone see that.
Let everyone be that.
We are the entire earth.