nuclear family
losing your way
as you try to find the end
of a rainbow called nuclear family.
feeling uncomfortable
in your own skin
waiting for someone
to scoop you out of it
like metal spoons and
ice cream.
men and women,
women and men,
there's no escape
from the binary code
we're trapped in.
just 0s and 1s,
over and over
telling a tale
that no one can read.
nuclear family, nuclear family
waiting to be detonated.
nuclear family, nuclear family,
stocked up in some twisted arms race
waiting to claim
superiority
over all.
but as we walk
along this rainbow
at some point we realized
that we need to stop focusing on the end.
we are the rainbow.
the nuclear family has been detonated,
scattered to the wind,
yet no less important, no less valid
than us.
skirts passed
from hand to hand
man or not,
we wear what we want,
but that doesn't make them
any less meaningful.
what we take, we've already earned
we're not stealing your pie from your
stuffed mouths
we're baking our own
and giving it
to our starving children
so they can learn
can grow
and be
who we want
who we need
them to be.
this isn't the end of the
arms race
nuclear families aren't being laid to waste
it's just that maybe we should
vary our weapons
and find new ways
to survive.