Isn't My Reality Just Mine?
Isn't My Reality Just Mine?1 min 308 1 min 308
My purple moon rises every morning
My green sun shines through the night
My birds and animals crack jokes and spout philosophy
My fellow human's chirp and purr and exhibit miso Sophy
The roads that I walk on are soft
The rains that drench me are hot
How do I express these truths?
How do I make anyone understand?
That this is not my poetry but my reality?
I read that the sun is not green, and the moon is a white blot
I read that humans can talk while animals cannot
But what do I do?
I beg my flowers to reveal they're true colors, but they remain black
I beg my tears to turn into water, but they simply burn
Is it wrong that my oceans are sweet and not salty?
Is it a crime that my humans are gentle and not haughty?
Isn’t my reality just mine?
Don't I have the right to green sunshine?
If you declare my reality as fake, then I demand
What of the people whose realities contain religions?
What of the people whose realities contain caste?
If their realities are true, then more so is mine.
I will live inside a camel’s hump
I will take a bath in an ink bottle
I will travel through power transmission lines
I will have a say in my world's designs
Doesn't the maxim go - "I think, therefore I am"?
I declare then, "I think; therefore, these are."