Life’s not fair.
What is fair?
The same experience for you and me
eat exactly from the sea
My pain is your pain
My limbs stretch and break
So do yours
As with every living thing
whether designated
important or not
holy or non
My confusion is your confusion too
You live in the desert
I live near the shore
Fair is not a word life does choose
life’s definition of
fair is getting up
crack at dawn
to steady your legs
and absorb the sun
Our definition of fair
is actually a feeling
of lack
comparison is the thief of joy
From the Kara to the Mech
the North and South
your story is in front of you
Do what’s in front of you
stop looking from East to West, what’s next
More you exclaim!
More of what I ask.
A thicker mattress?
Creamier lips?
The opportunity to learn
to grow
to be kind
all same options
before us
What if you utterly understood
you breathing the air
is your fair?
You’re here, aren’t you?