Thursday, June 11, 2009

The New Tenant

When Happiness took up residence
in my body
it nudged aside a few
dark organs of doubt, a few
molecules of guilt,
huge vacuoles of fear
and enormous quantities of
liquid shame flowing through my veins
donated by my ancestors.

Happiness then took up its microphone
and commandeered the stage
in the center of my chest
and made them all hush for a while
so it could speak.

“No more fundamentalism,”
it said.
“No more black and white thinking.
No more walking on egg shells around
angry people.
No more handing over your power
to those who would wield it
against you.
No more hiding your light
under a bushel,” it said.
“Time to shine, baby, time to shine.”

June 11, 2009