Crossing the lines between social activisim and watching.

Not to confuse with ignorance.

This is simply, knowing and reacting vs. knowing.

 

My heart craves to act out and change the world,

yet every time I do, I curl up inside.

I feel a thousand eyes staring at me in the name of

“Why are you wasting your time?”

“Why do you care about what isn't your issue?”

 

I wonder why they don't stand up and join me.

Yet, I'm the one who ends up feeling bad.

I'm the one who takes the step back.

But why?

 

I want them to like me.

I want to be with them.

 

Looking into the eyes of clean shaven folks,

such shiny eyes

such shiny houses.

 

Then looking back into the crowd,

such powerful voices

such powerful hands.

 

I look back at the folks, but knowing is nothing.

I run into the crowd again.

I come out and face shameful eyes.

 

Why don't I stop going back?

But why don't they join me?