fever pitch

Some things are hard to put into words.

So let’s begin

with the big picture;

the phenomenon is called,

the kid grows up

and gets more progressive than their parents,

that’s nothing new,

they’ve been saying it of every generation

for centuries.

When I was little,

I thought my parents

were the wisest

on politics,

they told me we were good guys

versus the bad guys determined to

ruin the country.

But I got older

and gayer

and the board quit

looking so black and white,

so them versus us.

Now I see discrimination

inequality

isolation

greed

hope

humans

solidarity

instead of

chess pieces.

But conflict

still stands between our names,

and the rules state

some people don’t change

until their world collapses

and my dad says

“he should’ve complied

with federal agents

instead of

obstructing their jobs”

and my mom thinks

that halftime show was disgusting,

and some things are hard to put into words

to someone

convinced of who the villains

have been

all along–

but I keep wishing

someday

they’d get these

sides of history straight

before it’s too late,

if it isn’t

already.