Three poems
by: Abby Hart
Perspectives
Climate Deniers:
Climate change does not exist.
It is an idea perpetuated by the radical left
It is simply not backed up by scientific fact
and is not a big deal like people are making it out to be.
Therefore, there is no point in switching to renewable energy,
and there is certainly no point in giving up my money or agenda.
Environmental Activists:
There is a fundamental flaw in the right wing’s agenda.
Climate change does in fact exist.
It is a fundamental truth that we should switch to renewable energy.
This is not just an idea perpetuated by the “radical left.” We need to
help our planet continue the way it is supposed to be.
We must stop living in a world of alternative facts.
The Single Moms:
I don’t really care about the facts
or about anyone’s agenda.
I have to function in a way where I can be
here for my children in this moment of existence.
I might be all that they have left.
For them, I’m just saving my money, and energy.
The 60+ Crowd:
I’m all out of energy
and I really don’t have any care left for the facts.
I honestly have nothing left.
What am I supposed to do to fix the agenda
in a country that barely acknowledges my existence? How am I
supposed to change the way things have always been?
The Hopeless Humans:
How can things ever be
okay again? We have no energy.
I personally, have given up on positive existence
and am sick of the convoluted facts
being spout from the White House lawn.
I have and want no agenda.
Just let us live with what we have left.
The Nature Lover:
We must appreciate the beauty that we have left.
We must love what has still accepted to be
around us with some agenda
of love and positive energy.
The trees have the only facts,
and I will be happy knowing that they exist.
Maybe we are all a little bit right:
Maybe an agenda is all we have left.
Maybe we all exist to let the earth be.
Maybe we should put all of our energy into restoring nature’s facts.
The C-Word
My emotions are plummeting.
Insignificantly digging holes
toward the center of the earth,
looking desperately
for a new adventure,
for a new truth,
finding that it is darker than I expected.
My emotions take on a mind of their own
while
the woman who created
My first love,
the potentially
be all end all
love
of my entire life.
The woman who created the boy
who taught me how to love myself.
The woman who he loves
even when he’s not sure why.
Her disease has taken over.
Ripping her stomach apart from the inside out.
The c-word, doesn’t give a fuck
that it is the most difficult word to hear. It
doesn’t give a fuck about social distance,
or the fact that the morgues
are already
overrun
with the dead,
or the fact that death always
sucks, but it sucks worse in
isolation.
In hospitals where
no visitors
no smiles
no “non-essentials”
are allowed.
The c-word certainly doesn’t give a fuck
that the world is on “pause.”
Doesn’t give a fuck
about the current mandate stating there are
to be no “non-essential” gatherings. This includes funerals.
Cancer especially doesn’t give
a fuck
about funerals.
Even when you are desperately searching
For a God
to blame,
to cry to,
to pray to.
Whatever religion turns out to be true,
it honestly doesn’t matter.
The honest truth is that
there is no truth for humans.
We just exist,
fluctuating mathematically
because one death is indeed a tragedy, but
hundreds of thousands of deaths are to be deemed statistically
significant or insignificant.
That’s for the experts to decide.
Unlike all of us.
It doesn’t know hurt or isolation.
Life might not give a fuck
about the c-word in any context
it might care about the stars,
but does that mean celestial life
is trying to send you a message?
Probably not,
but it is your right to believe
whatever the fuck you’d like.
It is not your current right,
unfortunately,
to sit with your dying mother
in a hospital that cares more about protecting
the statistically significant or insignificant
and the dollar bills.
Keeping out the husband
who just wants to protect her
from what nobody can protect her from.
Leaving behind the woman who
Created the boy the I love,
To die alone in a hospital room.
No protection laws can protect a cancer patient from dying
or leaving behind her lonely husband or her sons who are
starting their lives
by saying goodbye to the woman who raised them.
I am isolated from the boy that I love
who is trying desperately
to become a man.
The son who doesn’t know the details
of the c***** she desperately wants to protect him from,
but nobody can protect us
from the truth we do not know.
The c-word doesn’t give a fuck about any of it.
Sun and Moon
She is the moon to my Sun.
Let me tell you about
my soul mate.
Somehow, she is calm.
With a quiet nature,
she speaks almost silently,
but cross her and
she’ll fuck you up
without blinking.
Earn her trust,
which is not the easiest task,
and she will
fight and bloom and grow
with you for life.
She feels the world
in a very special way,
going with her gut,
She is connected
with something that is
out of this world.
Her grand emotions are
sometimes too much,
but her strength is in
remembering when to feel them.
Her strength is in
climb mountains with asthma
without even a complaint.
Her strength is in fighting
her herself,
for her friends,
for her exhausted planet.
Her thoughts are practical
but the dreams in her heart
are endless.
A warrior for the world,
she’ll make you a better person
whether you like it or not
pulling at your greatest strengths
simply with her presence.
She is the moon
shining out of the darkness.
She knows the stories about the stars—
lessons unknown to this planet.
Her world is enormous
and she wants to—
she’s going to save the whole thing.
by: Abby Hart
Perspectives
Climate Deniers:
Climate change does not exist.
It is an idea perpetuated by the radical left
It is simply not backed up by scientific fact
and is not a big deal like people are making it out to be.
Therefore, there is no point in switching to renewable energy,
and there is certainly no point in giving up my money or agenda.
Environmental Activists:
There is a fundamental flaw in the right wing’s agenda.
Climate change does in fact exist.
It is a fundamental truth that we should switch to renewable energy.
This is not just an idea perpetuated by the “radical left.” We need to
help our planet continue the way it is supposed to be.
We must stop living in a world of alternative facts.
The Single Moms:
I don’t really care about the facts
or about anyone’s agenda.
I have to function in a way where I can be
here for my children in this moment of existence.
I might be all that they have left.
For them, I’m just saving my money, and energy.
The 60+ Crowd:
I’m all out of energy
and I really don’t have any care left for the facts.
I honestly have nothing left.
What am I supposed to do to fix the agenda
in a country that barely acknowledges my existence? How am I
supposed to change the way things have always been?
The Hopeless Humans:
How can things ever be
okay again? We have no energy.
I personally, have given up on positive existence
and am sick of the convoluted facts
being spout from the White House lawn.
I have and want no agenda.
Just let us live with what we have left.
The Nature Lover:
We must appreciate the beauty that we have left.
We must love what has still accepted to be
around us with some agenda
of love and positive energy.
The trees have the only facts,
and I will be happy knowing that they exist.
Maybe we are all a little bit right:
Maybe an agenda is all we have left.
Maybe we all exist to let the earth be.
Maybe we should put all of our energy into restoring nature’s facts.
The C-Word
My emotions are plummeting.
Insignificantly digging holes
toward the center of the earth,
looking desperately
for a new adventure,
for a new truth,
finding that it is darker than I expected.
My emotions take on a mind of their own
while
the woman who created
My first love,
the potentially
be all end all
love
of my entire life.
The woman who created the boy
who taught me how to love myself.
The woman who he loves
even when he’s not sure why.
Her disease has taken over.
Ripping her stomach apart from the inside out.
The c-word, doesn’t give a fuck
that it is the most difficult word to hear. It
doesn’t give a fuck about social distance,
or the fact that the morgues
are already
overrun
with the dead,
or the fact that death always
sucks, but it sucks worse in
isolation.
In hospitals where
no visitors
no smiles
no “non-essentials”
are allowed.
The c-word certainly doesn’t give a fuck
that the world is on “pause.”
Doesn’t give a fuck
about the current mandate stating there are
to be no “non-essential” gatherings. This includes funerals.
Cancer especially doesn’t give
a fuck
about funerals.
Even when you are desperately searching
For a God
to blame,
to cry to,
to pray to.
Whatever religion turns out to be true,
it honestly doesn’t matter.
The honest truth is that
there is no truth for humans.
We just exist,
fluctuating mathematically
because one death is indeed a tragedy, but
hundreds of thousands of deaths are to be deemed statistically
significant or insignificant.
That’s for the experts to decide.
Unlike all of us.
It doesn’t know hurt or isolation.
Life might not give a fuck
about the c-word in any context
it might care about the stars,
but does that mean celestial life
is trying to send you a message?
Probably not,
but it is your right to believe
whatever the fuck you’d like.
It is not your current right,
unfortunately,
to sit with your dying mother
in a hospital that cares more about protecting
the statistically significant or insignificant
and the dollar bills.
Keeping out the husband
who just wants to protect her
from what nobody can protect her from.
Leaving behind the woman who
Created the boy the I love,
To die alone in a hospital room.
No protection laws can protect a cancer patient from dying
or leaving behind her lonely husband or her sons who are
starting their lives
by saying goodbye to the woman who raised them.
I am isolated from the boy that I love
who is trying desperately
to become a man.
The son who doesn’t know the details
of the c***** she desperately wants to protect him from,
but nobody can protect us
from the truth we do not know.
The c-word doesn’t give a fuck about any of it.
Sun and Moon
She is the moon to my Sun.
Let me tell you about
my soul mate.
Somehow, she is calm.
With a quiet nature,
she speaks almost silently,
but cross her and
she’ll fuck you up
without blinking.
Earn her trust,
which is not the easiest task,
and she will
fight and bloom and grow
with you for life.
She feels the world
in a very special way,
going with her gut,
She is connected
with something that is
out of this world.
Her grand emotions are
sometimes too much,
but her strength is in
remembering when to feel them.
Her strength is in
climb mountains with asthma
without even a complaint.
Her strength is in fighting
her herself,
for her friends,
for her exhausted planet.
Her thoughts are practical
but the dreams in her heart
are endless.
A warrior for the world,
she’ll make you a better person
whether you like it or not
pulling at your greatest strengths
simply with her presence.
She is the moon
shining out of the darkness.
She knows the stories about the stars—
lessons unknown to this planet.
Her world is enormous
and she wants to—
she’s going to save the whole thing.