To the brave ones,
the enslaved ones,
the ones who’ve lost their way.
The flying high
four-car guy
who never has to pay.
The anxious girl,
The Fucked Up World,
The glorified,
The gay.
The non-descript, front-tooth chipped, pissed up
every day.
The photoshopped,
the breast lift opped.
The tanned,
the pale,
the grey.
The thread-veined, see-through, cling film hands
that fought
and held
and prayed…
The empaths
And the egos,
the cleaners short of pay.
The top-floor corner office bitch,
Euphoric kids at play.
Strong in our words.
Firm in our truths.
Togetherness our way.
We’ll laugh,
We’ll dance,
We’ll share,
We’ll sing:
“LOVE THEM ALL”
today
