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I Never Asked You

When July arrives, I think the year is half over.  2018 will die in due time and maybe so will I.  When is life half over?  When is it time to do the books and hope you won’t have to pay too much tax in the afterlife?

Always expecting to get something back, we love to gamble.  I’ve always hated gambling.  Personally, I find it boring.  There is no thrill in betting on a solid win.  I never saw life that way.

Everything has a cost.  The time spent on it alone is a rape of the soul.  I often see America’s business dealings much in the same way.  No excitement in creation or collaboration.  All orgasms go to profit and the price of stock.  Sometimes, it is an illusion and the meat isn’t really there.  It’s easy to buy into the bright lights and sounds of success.

Growing up in the ghetto, life is a clear lake.  It doesn’t take long to discover what will hold you back even if it’s not your fault.  You didn’t create the constructs but undoubtedly, you will be expected to be judged within those categories: race, gender, socioeconomic status, etc.

We think education can set us free but the education given to us is also carefully constructed to a fit specific set of historically accepted norms by people who decide what we learn.  They never asked us what we needed.  Like a blackjack hand, you get what you get and you have to take that hand and play it out.

There is a rumble among us now that this isn’t fair.  The house is rigged against us.  Duh.  You can’t play their game and win.  The rules don’t allow for this.  The rules protect the power structure as it is.  To always remain the same.  Unchanged.  Gated.  Not for you.

Death is often held as the great equalizer.  The place that will hold us all together one day.  What if there is no hell and you have to sit next to Hitler on the bus through the cosmos after you die?  Or worse, Bill Cosby?

I find revolution to be like a mint plant.  It spreads fairly fast and is quite hardy and noticeable.  You can’t get rid of it easily.  It keeps coming back.  Pull a few out by the roots but the network underground is unrelentless.

No one asked you if it was right.

About missyrogers

Lifelong Michigander, early 40s, craft addict, chihuahua collector, coffee drinker, recovering human being, bipolar I, electronic music lover, bullshit caller, 5' tall, my blood is organic, and I refuse to be anything else. I will write until I die.

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